Chapter 620: The Church Serial Killings
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Benjamin arrived in silence, not even sound could be heard ing from his footsteps. The townsfolk couldn’t understand what happened. All they saw was the pastor’s corpse on the church’s podium.
From the horrified look worn by the corpse, the settlers imagined the pastor saw something nightmarish before his death. Yet… no one had any clue what had occurred. The rain stopped, the water which rushed into the church disappeared without a trace. All that’s left was the dried spot of blood on the ground as if the "pitter-patter" that reverberated in their ears was just an illusion.
When the church’s disciples hurried out and gathered the incident from the rest of the townsfolk, they could only respond with, "Rain? There wasn’t any! The sun is shining, the ground is dry, when has it even rained?"
At that moment, the disciples’ were wearing not the face of panic, but rather one of pure terror.
No matter how much they bend their minds around it, they probably couldn’t have figured out what just occurred. However, everything that happened within this morning had probably scarred their hearts deeply.
Soon, news of what transpired in the small town’s church was documented in an urgent message by the local officials and sent a report to the royal city. Moreover, they never would have expected this kind of incidents occurring one after another within the Holy Kingdom.
From the edge of the outskirts, gradually reaching the heart of the kingdom, Benjamin left a long, fine line through the deaths of pastors. While the churches had yet to react, he flew as he made his move, mitting multiple cultish ways of killing, painting a streak of red across each passing church,
Of course, chances like "murder in rain" in that small town were hard to e by. Most of the time, the pastors died alone, in which case Benjamin nailed them onto the churches’ figures, making it seem like God’s hands had pierced through their torsos.
This kind of death would definitely grab the churches’ undivided attention on the grandest scale, in addition to wavering the disciples’ faith.
With everything going according to Benjamin’s prediction, two days later, he stained eighteen churches in blood, the entire Holy Kingdom was plunged into an air of murder.
"Have you heard? A lot of pastors died lately, apparently… someone from within the church triggered God’s rage, and so punishments were brought down by the divine spirits!"
"I’m not sure myself, but with that display of death. If they had not angered the divine spirits, what else it could be?"
The rumors spread like wildfire, and soon many became flustered and panicked. Benjamin couldn’t help but wonder, did the royal families play a part in the shadows for the churches’ downfall?
The churches naturally didn’t remain motionless.
Battalions of holy knights converged in the center of the kingdom, their mander vision caught glimpses of the pastors’ former selves in his journey. The churches made a public announcement, disclosing that an evil mage was stirring an uproar within the kingdom. They asked that the people should avoid panic, for they would soon apprehend the criminal for judgment.
Yet… the people were still uneasy.
This was so, especially those who resided within the "line". The church-murder cases happened in an order, similar to a phantom thief leaving a calling card before mitting a crime, announcing to the world their next target. Everyone figured it out, based on the evident line left by the "evil mage
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