After Bonsolf killed the three agents, Yevasus realized that his stable and decadent life was gone forever.

"You actually killed three agents like that... After that, I will definitely be targeted by the KGB... It's crazy!"

After finishing everything, Bonsolf turned around and looked at Yevasos, "Then you have to finish the ritual in front of you quickly, remember to be pious in your heart! Only in this way can you gain extraordinary power! You must be pious, even if there is a trace of distraction... the gods will not bless you!"

Yevasus swallowed, god?

Is the devil worthy of being called a god?

An hour ago, he saw with his own eyes that Bonsolf used his terrible abilities, killing the three agents like a transformed monster.

This is definitely not a reward from the gods in Yevasus's eyes.

Moreover, when Bonsolf asked him to pray to the ceremony in front of him, Yevassus's body and mind were resisting.

Looking at Yevassus' current state, Bonsolf knew that even if he participated in the ceremony, he would definitely not receive any reward.

He said to his friend, "The purpose of my visit is to share extraordinary things with you! And even if you blame me for all your mistakes, everything is already true now!

You are right. If three agents die, you will inevitably be targeted by the KGB. You are just an ordinary person now, not the same as me.

If I dislike you as a burden, I will definitely not care about you. Then you will be caught, first be tortured and tortured, and then be imprisoned in a prison in the northern Siberian Plain.

You will never be free, even if the prison has removed the walls, you will be frozen to death on the plains."

Yevassus cried like a raped little girl, while Bonsolf was still standing by her voice and constantly threatening him with future reality.

Yevasus, whose psychological defense line collapsed, sat on the ground. He was also a believer of the Demon Truth Church, and had just come to Novosibirsk for his work and livelihood.

He was familiar with the process of the ceremony and the way of prayer.

However, Yevassus, whose psychological defense has collapsed, can only compromise with Bonsolf's proposal.

He repeated the ceremony that Bonsolf had performed yesterday, and a long strip of black smoke poured in along Yevasus' mouth.

Bonsolf looked at his friend struggling on the ground with satisfaction, his skin constantly tearing and healing.

An excitement flashed in Bonsolf's eyes. He had experienced this pain yesterday, but after the pain, it was transformation.

He knelt on the ground and prayed to the altar, and this time he received a response...

Not affected by the howling of friends, the response echoed in my mind.

There are only a few words intermittently, and the other party should be very weak, like a baby who has not been born yet.

The words that Bonsolf received were "Weapons! and 'St. Alexander Nevsky Church'!"
Chapter completed!