Chapter 188 – 42. Finger of God. (3)
It started with the most insignificant and ignorant people on the continent.
A whore dying of venereal disease.
A place where the skin and bones are adjacent.
A child beaten to death.
A gambler who lost everything.
A mercenary with no limbs.
Parents who have lost a child.
Those whose death is right in front of their noses.
Those who want to be liberated from this barren life.
…… And Vermandois, where all kinds of lower classes are widely distributed, also ran into this flow head-on, like a fire spreading in the wind. In an instant…….
Blind Saint Aude Noon regularly participated in the relief event of Vermandois Cathedral every two or three days.
In fact, even though this was the only cathedral in Vermandois, most of the main visitors were prostitutes or beggars. Of course, mercenaries whose lives are worth it are not very interested in a church that only eats money.
When such a quiet cathedral is at least crowded, it is during this relief event that comes back once every three days.
At this time, beggars and orphans who ate this free grunt porridge, which seemed like something a passing dog would eat, came in droves to get a bowl and try it.
There, the blind saintess’ job is to pray for God’s blessings while scooping out a ladleful of porridge, or to listen to the grievances of believers.
Especially when it comes to listening to grievances, the youngest and most beautiful blind saintess had a lot of tricks from crooked puppies.
Asking if you know sex is rather medicine. There were quite a few bastards who even said that they would fuck their cocks in their pussy. …… Of course, there was no way that the blind saintess wandering in the back alleys of her holy kingdom would just smile at the quality of her tricks. Of course she gave her physical and moderate psychotherapy.
Anyway, when the grievance was distributed and the time to express grievances returned—.
A middle-aged beggar, who had always been quite troublesome, entered the confessional with her eyes wide open. The blind saint of hers, she smiled as if she was more calm and sincere than anyone else and folded her hands neatly and welcomed him.
“Welcome, believer. What other troubles do you have today?”
But the mischievous disposition of the beggar was nowhere to be seen, and he trembled like an aspen tree, as if he was lying naked in the snow.
“Stand, stand, saintess, saintess… !”
“Yes, the saintess is here. Please speak.”
The beggar complained painfully, as if squeezing his lungs.
“Sleep… , Sleep… , I can’t sleep, I can’t. Oh ah…. And, my whole body hurts. It hurts, lady. Ah, I want to sleep…… !”
“Oops. You should get some rest. Stop jerking off. Put your worries aside for a while, and relax…….”
“Because I can’t sleep! It’s not like that! I can’t sleep! I can’t sleep! This shit! Help me! I hate it! You said you wouldn’t die! Please put me to bed!”
The beggar hung from the window and glowed. Like a dog with rabies.
Soon after, some attendees heard the commotion and came in and dragged him out.
“Help me, help me, me, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.
Ugh, it’s a mess again, that person.
It’s only been four times now, and she’s already feeling exhausted. … Still, it was fortunate that I did not spit out fishy-smelling semen today, saying it was a beauty product.
Soon the next turn came. A skinny boy who couldn’t eat.
He looks the same as any other high school son in Vermandois, but he has a good heart.
“Welcome, believer Ben. What are you here to talk about today?”
Odd Noon asked in a soft voice, but Ben did not show his usual appearance.
“Saint… , I am suffering….”
“Where is the pain?”
“Sick. And, I can’t sleep. I can not sleep. Oh saintess… , I’m having a hard time. Because it’s so hard…… !”
The beggar boy wept and held out his left hand toward his little spear. He was nowhere to be seen with his index finger cut off where he should have been.
“What’s going on, believer! What about your fingers? What did your finger do?!”
“Saintess, saintess, both here and here… !”
He pulled out a shabby top made of sewn pieces of fabric. Then, a terrible wound appeared. …… At first glance, it was a normal wound that should die, but he was still alive and well.
“God Ben!”
Terrified, she opened the locked door and went out to examine her sharp wound.
“Saint, it hurts. And I can’t sleep. My body is weird. … Ah… !”
She quickly called for help outside. Then, strong men rushed in. They, too, frowned at the boy’s terrible wounds.
A man ran quickly to the church and brought an old woman who could use heels. She used a heal on the child, but somehow her body pushed back the divine power. …… As if cursed.
“Strangely, I can’t hear… !”
The old woman used the heel repeatedly, but the wound did not heal at all.
A boy who never dies.
“Holy Lady, I want to sleep. I want to sleep. Help. Oh I feel sick and cold and I think I will die. Ah.”
“Boy, it’s okay. It’s okay.”
The blind saint came out of her confessional with her child in her arms. Outside, there were a lot of people complaining of pain.
“Saintess! Help.”
“Saint, it hurts. I can not sleep.”
“Saintess-!”
Those who complain of pain and inability to sleep due to their terrible appearance.
…… And, all of them
Her left index finger was missing.
This… , What…… !
“Saintess! Im a saint! Help me! Help! Help me!”
Ben, a beggar boy who was held in the arms of the saintess, was begging for her help, complaining of her pain. Then he finally couldn’t win in my minutes and even chewed her shoulder with his teeth.
ㅡㅡ!!
“Ouch!”
The saintess, blinded by the pain she felt on her shoulder, reflexively threw away the boy she was holding in her arms.
“Ahhhhh !!!”
The beggar boy rolled on the floor and went mad. And around the cathedral, which becomes violent in an instant.
– Help me!
– I want to sleep!
– Hurt!
– Save me!
The blind saint hesitated as she watched the crowd go mad.
“Saintess! I want to sleep! Hurt! Help me! Come help!”
Ben, who glared at the saintess with red bloodshot eyes and poured out his wrath, was no longer that docile boy. A human half-mad from terrible pain and exhaustion….
……… Ah……… !
The appeal soon turned into violence.
The blind saintess instinctively felt that something was very wrong, and she tried to stop them somehow, but it was impossible for her to passively stop them, as she had already lost her pain and fatigue age. … Moreover, violence was not just violence, but violence that even committed killing without hesitation.
“Don’t do this! You can’t do this, believers!”
“Ah, ahh!”
They quickly turned into mobs. They blocked them and began biting and chewing them, eventually committing murder. The kind-hearted old woman was also immediately attacked by several mobs and began beating her whole body. Her frail body quickly turned into a piece of meat dripping with blood.
“Die, die, die!”
“Stop it! Stop it, you bastards!”
The blind saintess and her men tried to subdue them somehow, but they struggled wildly, not caring about breaking their limbs.
In the end, a man who couldn’t stand it broke the beggar’s head with a stone, but he didn’t die and continued to wriggle and scream.
“A monster, a monster! It’s a monster! All of these guys are monsters!”
“No! Don’t kill me! You can’t kill me!”
Killing the same believer. That too, in front of the cathedral where God dwells.
What a terrible tragedy this is!
She tried to block it somehow, but the overpowered one twisted its head so much that it broke its neck and ended up chewing on her arm. How hard he chewed, until large chunks of flesh fell off. She screamed and punched him hard in the head in a fit of rage.
Then, with a popping sound, the head collapsed.
Ah!
“Mi, I’m sorry. It’s okay? …… Ah…… ! Stop, no!”
But even though he cried out in pain, he did not die. Rather he only attacked her more and more to anger her.
Obviously they weren’t normal. Where in the world is there a human who does not die even if his head is broken?
Still, she tried desperately to stop it. Somehow Still, somehow… !
However, it was hard to see them as the same human beings, even if their heads were blown off, their bodies were pierced, and their limbs fell off.
It was a monster. Not human
Monster…….
These guys are monsters.
… They’re all monsters… !
As soon as Allen Danjou heard that a terrible accident had occurred at the cathedral, she immediately went to the scene.
Arriving at the scene, he saw a human standing alone in a terrible hell with blood and meat all over it.
…… A blind saint whose nun’s uniform, which should have been clean and holy, is covered in blood and secretions…….
Allen hurriedly approached the blind saint and she called her name.
“Odd eyes!”
But she just stood there motionless with her head bowed.
“Odd eyes!”
He grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her vigorously. Then she became a saint who came to her senses a little.
“…… Danju, sir…….”
“Okay. Are you okay. It’s unavoidable. You must have done your best …… It’s okay, Odd Noon.”
…… Her gaze rested on Ben’s body, which was still wriggling and screaming in silence, even though it was completely crushed.
Oh
Ah ah ah ah ah.
My god.
