"Dong... Dong... Dong..."
The bright moon hangs high in the night sky, solemnly listening to the church bells coming from the peaceful world, and its soft light shines on the lifelike devil statue beside it.
The hand rose, the ax fell, and half of the heads fell to the ground.
Ye Lin shook off the blood on the dagger and slid weakly to the ground, gasping in pain.
This place that commemorated the sorrow of God is now mourning the desolation of the human world.
She looked up at the white crucifix in front of her. The scattered corpses and severed limbs on the ground were like blooming red roses, contrasting with the holy pistils, bringing an extremely conflicting beauty.
We always think that the boundary between life and death is clear.
But I found that I was wrong...
Half dead, extremely troublesome.