Attic at the top of the venue.
The space here was large, but the area where one could stand was only a small patch.
The rest were exposed reinforced concrete beams.
Creak.
The door leading to the attic was opened.
Samael's figure appeared outside the door; he placed a cloth bag on the ground.
"Next ti, let your assistants do this heavy lifting, Abraham," he said unkindly.
The man nad Abraham wore a shirt and a pair of thin-frad glasses, giving off a scholarly air.
"They are just experintal subjects; I happen to have used them up in the past two days."
Abraham reached out and pushed his glasses.
"How is your magic array setup?"
Samael scoffed.
"As long as your ritual doesn't go wrong, those guys in the venue won't be able to escape."
Abraham pointed below: "This ti that guy from the Holy See is personally presiding; the ritual may not be effective against him."
"We have to thank that diocre talent Abaddon for this."
Samael's eyes were cold.
"If it weren't for his sloppy work, the Vatican wouldn't have discovered us so quickly."
He then chuckled lightly.
"But that Holy See envoy only guesses that we will act."
"I have left him a few gifts, which will buy us so ti."
Abraham nodded: "That's good."
"By the way, the people on the Demon God's side found a rune; they might be on guard." Samael narrowed his eyes.
"This is very good."
Abraham pushed his glasses again.
"After rational guys go crazy, they will believe what they see even more."
Samael frowned: "You bookworms always like to say things that people can't understand."
He took out a watch: "The choir performance will start in ten minutes."
"Those Demon God guys might guess that we will start early, so you can act now."
Before leaving, Samael turned his head again: "Sila is also on the way; she will be responsible for the guy from the Holy See this ti."
Bang.
The small door closed again.
Abraham stared at the door for a while, then took out an empty bottle from his clothes.
He blew into the bottle opening.
Woo... Woo.
Soon, the sa sound echoed from the shadows of the attic.
Abraham imdiately showed an excited expression.
"The prison of the mind is ready. Just wait a little longer, and these people will beco a part of you."
After saying that, he hurriedly opened the cloth bag.
Inside were all similar plastic bottles.
If outsiders saw this, they would definitely think this man was so holess person.
Abraham carried the cloth bag to the edge of the beam.
Directly below was the audience seating area of the venue. At this mont, the mayor's speech had just ended, and the guard of honor outside the door was also in place.
Bang... Bang.
Soon several gunshots rang out.
The people below were listening intently when suddenly a pile of plastic bottles fell from above.
A burst of clattering sounds instantly rang out in the venue.
"Hey, which guy is pulling a prank!"
"Disgusting, my newly bought suit!"
Monitoring Room.
"Send soone up there to check."
Joran frowned and imdiately signaled the staff in front of the monitor to move aside.
"All zones report the situation imdiately!"
He picked up the intercom.
"Zone A is normal; the guard of honor has put away their guns."
"Parking lot is normal!"
"Report, Bishop Hermann seems to intend to leave; he also brought a girl with him."
Joran imdiately pressed the talk button: "Make him stop, just say I have sothing to see him about imdiately."
Then he waved to Caroline.
"Where is Haggai? Have those things been deciphered?"
Not long ago, Joran's people also found suspected ritual implents under the venue.
He imdiately had his own people investigate.
And "Haggai" was the main person in charge.
This young man also ca from the Vatican and was a helper specially invited by Joran this ti, possessing high talent in theological knowledge.
"Not sure. He wouldn't let stay there, saying it would affect his work progress."
Caroline shook her head.
"I wanted to help him too, honestly!"
Joran had no ti to chat with her and ordered imdiately: "Go find him now and ask Haggai to co to the monitoring room to keep watch."
After saying that, he pushed the door open and left.
Before morial Day began, the top of the venue had been checked once.
So those plastic bottles at this mont were obviously wrong.
With almost no hesitation, Joran determined that those "Angels" guys had made their move.
"But what can plastic bottles do?" He pondered constantly in his mind.
According to the consistent style of this group of guys, it should also be sothing like arrays.
Joran imdiately activated [Spiritual Vision] and constantly observed the interior of the venue.
At first, he still didn't find any anomalies.
But in the next second, as if responding to Joran's guess.
The entire venue shook.
Imdiately afterward, a layer of faint halo shrouded the sky above the venue.
At the sa ti, a large amount of black-green liquid appeared on the floor.
People huddled towards the center in panic, avoiding those unidentified substances as much as possible.
But soone still boldly tried to touch it with their hands.
In the next second, those liquids were like living creatures, instantly clinging to that person.
"Ah... Ahhh!"
They drilled into that person's mouth and nose.
In just a mont, this rash person lost his life.
But the bad things didn't stop there.
The surface of those dark green liquids suddenly boiled.
Then so monsters crawled out from inside. Their bodies were pieced together from soft tissues of various animals, exuding an extrely evil aura.
"Summoning Array."
Beatrice narrowed her eyes.
The evil aura on these monsters was very dense, and naturally, they would be rejected by the human world.
That was why she made such an inference.
At this ti, the nun held the Exorcism Bible in one hand and a crucifix in the other.
She had already purified a few nearby monsters.
"Oh my, heretics actually attacked the venue. But with Joran here, it should be fine, right?" Archbishop Matthew scratched his thigh.
In the next second, quite a few spectators were devoured.
"You'd better say less..." Roderick whispered aside.
At this ti, a few more monsters attacked them. Beatrice imdiately took out three bottles of Holy Water.
Sizzle... Sizzle.
A burst of scorching sound rang out imdiately.
"Three to five-year vintage Holy Water can effectively cause damage to monsters, while one-year vintage is completely useless."
Beatrice analyzed quickly in her mind.
"Currently, there are many monsters; staying here is not a wise decision."
She imdiately greeted her two companions and planned to leave.
At this ti, quite a few people suddenly walked out from the audience.
They looked dazed, all holding an empty bottle in their hands.
Seeing this, Beatrice imdiately raised her vigilance.
In the next second, all these people began to blow into the bottle openings.
A neat sound resounded through the venue, and even those monsters stopped their movents temporarily.
This weird scene made Beatrice extrely uneasy.
Archbishop Matthew also narrowed his eyes.
Before long, a faint light suddenly lit up behind the seats in the venue.
Beatrice looked over and saw so kind of rune engraved on it.
"This is?" She was about to reach out to touch it but was stopped by Archbishop Matthew.
At this ti, the old man looked serious, holding the crucifix tightly in his hand.
"This is trouble," he said.
Beatrice looked puzzled: "Bishop Matthew, what exactly are these?"
Roderick also pricked up his ears.
"If I guessed correctly, it is a ntal Pollution Rune."
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