It's all one flower.

Shattered stained glass pours down into the chapel.

A moment of silence was broken by the screams of the faithful.

The Reflexio priest on the sermon floor turns around and the archbishop leans back from his fine chair.

One of the priests rang the silver handbell hard.

Klaustra laughs thinly.

"Even if the powerless people wave without the [Crystal of Magic], the [Exorcism] Bell will not be activated."

A grey beast broke through the stained glass and broke into it, landing on a sermon stand and tapping off the lamp on the lighthouse. Oil spreads from the crushed lamp and raises the black smoke. Priest Reflexio turned to the beast treading on the Scriptures, but did not move as he was fascinated.

Another priest gives instructions aloud as she rings the silver handbell [exorcism bell].

"Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down and evacuate in an orderly manner from those close to the door"

The guard returns to me and opens the main door completely.

A stand-up believer ran out to the city on a still hot evening, screaming in his mouth. Believers in the congregation seat cross the bench and arrive at the main door.

There was screaming and yelling everywhere, and in just seconds the chapel went into havoc.

"Gentlemen, calm down! Don't push the previous one! Please evacuate calmly!

MC Senator Pajomok screams repeatedly on the microphone, but it doesn't get into the ears of people who run away.

"Mr. Porchka......?

Roark shrugged.

The head of the gray beast is one man and one woman at a time. The tail was a silver serpent, with a sickle neck and a flaming tongue, intimidating the Reflexio priest.

The four eyes of a double-headed wolf stare at a group of Kirkurs.

The man's face rose the roar of the beast and hung on the priest guiding the congregation. A wolf's mouth stretches out of a wide open human mouth and bites his neck a thousand times from behind.

I didn't mind the fallen priest shortly after he screamed, he flipped himself and attacked the choir.

There are many elderly people around Roark, and people who can't get over the bench are stuck and can't get anywhere.

"Saints!

"Please save me!

The faithful who had lost their hips cried out, and became an obstacle to the feet of those who sought refuge. There are some who wave their wrinkly hands for help and kick them away.

The old man, who fell off the chair, was set on one step after another.

The double-headed wolf instantly sank five or six choir members into a sea of blood and set up serpent fangs on guards who headed for rescue.

Porchka's face also stains her mouth with blood and raises a wolf's bark, not a man's voice. When the choir abandoned its fang-hung companions and ran away, and there was no one to move out of sight, the double-headed wolf (so forth) hung the runaway faithful one after the other.

The purpose of this individual, it seems, is not to prey, but to kill. He knocks down a group of Kirkurs who have neither the power to fight nor to defend themselves, even in paperwork.

"What do we do?

"What?"

I don't know what Klaustra's question means and take a serious look at her calm face.

"Stay and see, or [jump] and run away"

"Uh..."

Roark couldn't answer instantly.

Speaking of staying, will Klaustra protect me?

Even while I get lost, a storm of resentment is approaching that raises a blood splash.

A group of people pushing each other fall all over the place, screaming and crying for help.

Klaustra records the look in cold blood. He doesn't seem to be willing to help Kirkuls. The sight seen over the screen of the tablet device seemed somewhere else HR (one at a time) and unrealistic.

This warcraft has a man's head, but only with spiritual vision can two resentments be seen, and the body is full of double-headed wolves (so on). The mouth that strikes the human returns to the shape of a wolf, eating the flesh and chopping the bones easily through the defenseless skin.

The gray beast comes straight to the Roarks, slaughtering the Kirkurs one after the other.

Klaustra cast a grand spell with one hand away from the tablet terminal. It's a spell Roark doesn't know about. When she finished the chant, she smiled.

"What's wrong with you?

"Apparently, there's something about [the Stone Board of the Consumer Demon]. [Wall of True Water] has been destroyed."

Klaustra responded by erasing his expression.

Roark has no voice because of his amazement and fear. I explored my pockets, but all I had was a handkerchief.

"There doesn't seem to be enough power to disable the magic. [Makeup] has not lost its necklace effect. Did you bring the talisman?

"Excuse me. [exorcism] Yes, but [protective gloves] are inns."

"Right. Now I can't help but regret that I neglected to confirm. Let's move. The range of effects is not that wide."

Klaustra cleared the terminal into the bag and pulled Roark's hand. With the muddy of her hands, she regains her calm and follows her with unexpectedly firm footsteps.

The umbrellas and luggage thrown out by the congregation are scattered, and the people whose feet have been taken and they have fallen are trampled.

Those who have lost their hips are left on the bench, crying out the name of the saint. A double-headed wolf (like that) broke his throat and shut him up, kicked the bench and stepped down the aisle.

The people blocked the path split into left and right benches, leaving open the front of Rourke and Klaustra.

She grabs Roark's arm and casts a spell at him early. I've heard it many times [jump]. At the end of the chant, the scenery remains the same.

"Can't we go here, too?"

The double-headed wolf devours the arms of those who fall into the aisle, and the serpent's fangs gradually poison those who try to escape to the bench.

Porchka's white skin is stained with blood, and her eyes smile faintly and look around the chapel while on the battlefield.

... This is Mr. Porchica's wish? Or the Grief Squad?

A man's head eats human flesh with the mouth of a beast and licks his tongue.

"You had a lot more installed than I expected."

"What is it?

"It's a [demon tablet] in the chapel."

Klaustra points underfoot. From what I saw all the way down the aisle, about one in five pieces, the decorations were distorted and engraved with powerful words.

I don't know the range of effects per sheet.

Klaustra slowly retreats with the man of the double-headed wolf.

Roark imitated it, too, and looked into Porchka's eyes.