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Chapter 123: Flee in a hurry

Strange and Christine were already slowly approaching the church.

The closer I get to here, the more I feel like I'm home.

Now Strange could no longer care about this wonderful feeling. The wonderful experiences along the way left him no time to care about anything else.

Whether it was the mysterious statues, the merman priests, or the slime they left behind, all of them challenged his previous worldview.

"Be careful, Strange, we seem to have reached their point of opportunity."

They saw a light in a room in front of them.

Through the window, the flickering candlelight illuminated the pious and solemn figures of the merman priests.

They sat in a circle, put their hands together, and chanted something, as if they were performing some ancient ritual.

There is an indescribable solemnity and mystery in the air, which makes people hold their breath involuntarily.

At the same time, a strong fishy smell emanated from it, which almost made Strange, who was used to a good life, faint.

"This smell is too bad!"

"Shh, keep your voice down!"

Christine quickly covered Strange's mouth, her eyes full of warning and anxiety.

She gently pulled Strange's sleeve, motioning him to step back a few steps to avoid being noticed by the murloc priests.

The two retreated to the corner, trying to reduce their presence as much as possible, while holding their breath to reduce their reaction to the pungent fishy smell.

"We can't be discovered." Christine whispered, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"The rituals of these murloc priests are clearly very important. We need to find a safer place to observe."

Strange nodded, trying to calm his breathing and emotions.

The two men carefully walked around the windows of the prayer room, looking for a more hidden observation point.

Just then, the sound of prayer grew louder and slowly penetrated into Strange's ears.

Like a key, it will open the door of his memory, allowing the image of Dagon, the great being prayed to by the priests, to remain forever in Strange's memory.

"No, that's not true!"

This huge mental shock made Strange feel as if his brain was about to explode. The physical torture was just a little painful, but the mental torture was truly unbearable.

Strange clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his palms, trying to fight the mental oppression through physical pain.

His eyes were full of struggle and confusion, as if he was standing on the edge of reality and illusion, being torn apart by an invisible force.

The sound of this prayer hymn seemed like a hymn welcoming him home.

Strange wanted to resist, but the strong sense of belonging and illusion invaded him, but deep in his heart he couldn't help but feel a subtle curiosity and resonance.

He tried to shake his head, trying to put this sudden emotion behind him, but those ancient syllables and melodies lingered in his mind like a spell.

Seeing this, Christine patted Strange's shoulder gently and asked in a low voice: "Strange, what's wrong with you?"

Strange's body trembled violently at Christine's gentle questioning. He clenched his teeth, trying to suppress the scream that was about to burst out, but the mental oppression surged like a tide, and he finally couldn't hold it back and let out a low and painful groan.

This sound was particularly harsh in the silent night, instantly breaking the tranquility of the prayer room.

The prayers of the fish-man priests stopped abruptly. They turned their heads and scanned the surroundings with their eyes that flickered strangely in the candlelight, looking for the source of the sound. Christine's face turned pale in an instant. She immediately pulled Strange's hand and whispered, "Run!"

The two of them turned around quickly and ran in the direction they came from.

However, the reaction speed of the murloc priests was beyond imagination. They quickly surrounded them and made low and strange roars.

Those voices were full of anger and threats, making Strange and Christine feel an unprecedented fear.

"Strange, no one can escape if we keep going like this, let's run separately!"

Christine suddenly shouted, and she pushed Strange hard, pushing him towards a side door.

He rushed in another direction, trying to attract the attention of the murloc priest and buy time for Strange to escape.

"Christine!"

Strange was shocked and terrified by the situation. He realized that Christine sacrificed herself so that he could escape, and this action moved him and made him feel guilty.

He understood that Christine was in deep danger at this moment, and the merman priests were approaching her rapidly.

He rushed towards the side door, his heart filled with worry and concern for Christine.

I must escape from here as soon as possible to have a chance to find a way to save Christine.

Every moment seemed extremely long, and every step was like walking on the edge of a knife.

However, when Strange was about to rush out of the side door, he couldn't help but look back. He saw that the fish-man priests had surrounded Christine, and she was fighting against them fearlessly, trying to fight for a chance of survival.

"Christine!"

Strange shouted loudly, his voice revealing immense sorrow and helplessness. At the critical moment of life and death, Strange knew his own powerlessness and insignificance.

He couldn't go back to rescue Christine, nor could he change the situation.

He had to leave here quickly and go find his other two companions. With the three of them together, there might still be a chance to rescue Christine.

Thinking of this, Strange quickened his pace and ran away from here at the fastest speed he had ever run in his life.

I don’t know if it was because my speed was too fast or because Christine successfully attracted the attention of the other murloc priests.

After running for such a long time, no one stopped him.

Finally, after Strange had gone through untold hardships, he arrived at the hotel where the few people had stayed before, and quietly went to West's room and knocked on the door.

But after knocking for a long time, there was no response, so he pushed the door accidentally and it opened directly.

However, there was no sign of West in the room, and the quilt was messy, indicating that he had rested in the bed before.

Strange's heart couldn't help but skip a beat, and he had a very bad premonition.

He ran to Morales' room again. It was similar to West's room. The door also opened easily with a push, and the quilt in the room was also messy.

Both of them were no longer in the hotel, and Strange felt increasingly uneasy.

It is unlikely that these two people were out at night, but more likely that they encountered something bad.

Just then, a sound was heard in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)