Russell Padrick, a successful businessman, had more wealth than most nobles when he was thirty-two years old, but as a smart man, Russell had long realized his dangerous situation.

He is an extraordinary person, but according to the player's perspective, he is just a mage with a level of no more than level five. It has no use except that he can put an ice qi array on himself in summer.

Relying on his personal strength, Russell could not protect his property at all, so Russell chose another path to become a believer of Ms. Wokin.

Russell, 32, donated half of his wealth and transformed himself into the Shangyin Pastor. Then, in just a few years, with his talent and sense of smell in the business field, Russell not only got back the assets he donated that year, but also achieved the small goal of doubled assets.

With the emergence of the Europa Empire, the Woking Church began to carry out internal reforms. Russell, who had already given up the reverend of Kings, seized the opportunity again and spent a lot of money to hire a teacher from the financial industry to teach himself among the aliens.

When the Woking Church decided to form the Woking Bank, Russell quickly took office and became the best-performing pastor in his area.

In just a few months, Wojin Bank became a financial monster on the old continent, and Russell also soared continuously, becoming the Pastor Shangjin, one of the 72 people with the highest power in the entire Wojin Church.

It took Russell only fourteen years to do all this. Russell, who is forty-six, is not the youngest pastor in the Woking Church, but he is definitely one of the shortest people to become Pastor of the Woking Church.

Russell is undoubtedly a smart person, and smart people can often find problems in certain details.

This sudden meeting held by the agent of the Holy Coin Master was undoubtedly a sudden abnormal behavior. Russell observed the reactions of others throughout the process. Russell was very sure of the crisis mentioned by the Holy Coin Master, and some people had known about it for a long time.

At the same time, he was also sure that the Woking Church would be targeted by the harpist organization, so there must be some secret behind it, and even Pastor Shangjin like him did not know such a secret.

Therefore, Russell became cautious about the Woking Church and even Ms. Woking. When the so-called secret armed forces sent by the church arrived at the Temple of Wealth where he was in charge, Russell chose to let the substitute contact him.

It was a dead soldier who Russell paid a lot of money to support him. His figure was almost the same as him. His facial features were permanently disguised as he was with magic. Russell often hid behind his back and let his substitute appear on his behalf to attend various occasions.

This kind of caution saved Russell's life. In the secret room, he witnessed the secret members of the Woking Church wearing black cloaks take off their hoods, revealing their half-decayed faces. Countless tentacles emitting foul smell spread along the lower edge of the cloak, killing his substitute.

Then one of the secret agents ate the body of the substitute bit by bit, and took a few seconds to become ‘Russell’, and he imitated Russell’s voice to speak.

True Russell stumbled along the secret passage and left the Temple of Wealth. When the bright sun shone on his face outside, he felt chills all over and didn't know where to go.

In the afternoon of the same day, the temple of Wealth in the city suddenly opened its doors and took out all the reserved food and money to announce Ms. Wojin's latest deed: "The Church of Wojin will eliminate the gap between the rich and the poor. The money and materials of the Church of Wojin will be shared with the people of the whole city, and everyone can take away the wealth of "own one" from the Temple of Wealth."

Russell also saw that one of the priests who looked familiar but were actually unfamiliar, carrying bags of gold and silver coins and threw them along the street. The precious metal coins smashed into the homes of ordinary people with a pleasant collision sound.

Of course, the rich man Russell knew that a bag of gold coins would weigh at least twenty kilograms, but these priests who could not carry their shoulders and hands could not pick up their hands were carrying four or five bags like strongmen.

Russell continued to run away like a stray dog, trying to avoid the priests who distributed wealth, but his increasingly weak body grabbed his footsteps.

Cold sweat kept flowing out of Russell's body, taking away all his strength. His forehead was as hot as a boiler, and his nose bleeding could not stop flowing along his cheeks.

When Russell finally saw the city gate in the distance, some of the soldiers there were already kneeling on the ground, constantly spitting out blood with internal organs, while others had their abdomen bulged high, their armor was cracked, and the skin on their belly was only a thin layer, almost translucent, as if a needle could detonate.

Russell almost left the city by celebrating, but outside the city, large areas of farmland withered, and the business trips along the road fell to the ground in groups. They didn't know how to live or die, and flies bigger than soybeans buzzed and flew around the human body on the ground.

They looked at Russell with malicious intentions, as if they were thinking that he was not dying fast enough, which delayed their time for food.

Russell opened his mouth silently, trying to shout loudly, but half of his teeth fell out of his mouth, and even his saliva was green and sticky.

Several huge flies seemed to be unable to wait for Russell to die naturally. They rushed into Russell's mouth in groups and filled his belly bit by bit. Until his belly was raised high, Russell swallowed his last breath in pain.

The plague flies were excited to peck at Russell's internal organs and flesh from the inside out, and finally broke out and flew elsewhere.

At this time, behind Russell, the city he called his hometown had become a dead land, with light green toxic gases permeating the sky, and the rich stench covered the original smell of the city.

A large number of corpses piled up all over the city, while corrupters in Wojin Church costumes walked slowly on the streets, picking and rumbling on the corpses on the ground. When they encountered those with rare diseases, they would stop and study them carefully-

He cut a tumor and transplanted it on his chin. She dug a piece of scabies and planted it in his wound. He took out a severely purulent liver and chewed it down. He spit out his originally black and deteriorated part and completed the replacement. She pulled out a pair of eyes covered with sarcoma and stuffed it into his eye sockets.

This is a carnival party for the plague walkers, and the whole city is their buffet hall.
Chapter completed!