Chapter 15: Purgatory on earth

The sun has just set and the waning moon has just risen.

The islanders of Klin had been busy all day and went home early to rest. There were few people on the roads of the island, only dim lights flickering in the windows of every household. Pieces of smoke rose straight up from houses, and when they reached high altitudes, they were blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

What a peaceful and tranquil day had passed.

There is a row of houses near the temple, which are for the priests to live in. Because the priests have a high status on the island, Count Martin spent a lot of time and effort in building these houses.

Not only are the exteriors exquisite and gorgeous, but the interiors are also designed by famous artists, whether it is the walls, ceilings or the white marble on the floor. This cost the old Count a lot of gold coins.

However, in Pastor Marco’s room, these gorgeous designs were no longer useful, because they had long been covered with a thick layer of black by the dried blood, and could no longer show their original splendor.

The thin priest Marco knelt on the floor of the room, reciting the unknown spell devoutly while gently stroking the object in front of him with his hand.

A black cocoon. It was almost the same size as an adult person, oval in shape, and wrapped in layers of black silk threads. As Marco chanted the spell, one or two faint and strange moans came from inside, like a woman’s, or a bird’s.

Then look at the black silk connected to the black cocoon, which keeps extending and extending to the corpses that can be seen everywhere in the room. There are a total of 19 corpses, each of which is placed in different corners of the room in a weird posture with a twisted expression.

Some are nailed to the ceiling, some are embedded in the wall, and some are thrown on the ground. It looks like a hell on earth.

“Elizabeth, bear with it! Soon ... soon you will be reborn!” Marco interrupted the spell, his face pale, like the color of someone who had been dead for a long time. Although his tone was very excited, he had no expression. That face seemed to have no emotions after his wife died.

“BANG!!”

The door was kicked open, and Elfa led the way with a tower shield in hand. Behind him came Randy and Matar, and then the guards of the Earl’s Mansion. Roger followed at the end, revealing his face as the old Earl’s personal guard.

The small room was suddenly filled with people, and the guards surrounded it in three layers. When everyone saw the tragic scene, even Matar, who was used to seeing killings, was frightened and her face turned pale.