Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty: The Attack of the Dark Parliament
There was only silence for a second in the darkness, and there was no nonsense or sign after that. The thick ink-like darkness seemed to fluctuate violently like water waves. Suddenly, a dazzling wall of holy light erected in front of the priests.
, almost at the same moment, black lights were intercepted at the waist like predatory beasts, smashed into scattered smoke, and quickly drifted away.
Now the fight has begun. Darkness and light have been incompatible since ancient times, and it's really straightforward! Lin Chen narrowed his eyes, showing an expression like sitting on a mountain watching a good show, while telling Ghost and others not to act rashly.
Several huge black shadows jumped out from the darkness and rushed toward the wall of holy light in front of them. Each of them was two or three meters long, and their hairy bodies hit the substantial light, accompanied by hissing and rising.
Due to the black gas and burnt stench, these creatures on all fours did not dare to move forward rashly, and circled around the circle of holy light, roaring in low voices.
Werewolves, and the most brainless werewolves among werewolves. Lin Chen laughed. Of course, it was not just a mockery. He could also clearly see how strong these werewolves were. They collided head-on with such a strong wall of holy light, but they only suffered a slight injury.
Trauma, under normal circumstances, ordinary werewolves should have been wiped out in ashes, right?
These werewolves have obviously accepted the bloodthirsty blessings of dark wizards and even higher-level dark priests. Their strength, speed, and skin thickness have all turned red and greatly increased. Judging from the deep madness flowing from their eyes, they obviously enjoy this.
The pleasure of improving abilities.
Lin Chen watched the werewolves circling around the Holy Light Wall with great interest. Thinking about it, we know that our little Louis must be frightened at this moment. Is he hiding under the table holding the legs of the table and shivering, or standing in front of the window trying his best?
He pinched himself, trying to wake himself up from the "nightmare".
Well, no matter what, it's fine, as long as Mr. Lewis doesn't rush to the doctor and report the incident to the police hysterically. There is no doubt that after the police in London saw this, they sided with the Holy See.
The chance of success is definitely much higher than the chance of siding with the Dark Council. In this way, the chance of finding a way out will be greatly increased.
Unfolding his true energy, Lin Chen's body soared into the air, soaring over the battlefield like a big bird. He used the darkness to hide his figure and flew towards the blue-gray three-story building below the mine.
Louis stood in front of the window like a clay statue, with a dozen bear-like guards behind him looking out the window in astonishment.
"Damn it, Lord Almighty, please tell me what the hell is going on..." Louis murmured, consulting God over and over again in his mind, seeming to have completely forgotten about the thing he ripped off God not long ago.
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"Dear Mr. Lewis, don't panic, it's just a little visual effect. Instead of begging God, let me tell you."
A slightly smiling voice suddenly sounded from the room. Louis was so startled that his heart trembled and he quickly turned around. Behind him, an Asian man in black clothes with long black hair was smiling at him.
With a crash, more than a dozen guns were pointed at Lin Chen at the same time. The guards raised their arms in shock. It was a completely subconscious action, and their minds had not yet turned around.
Lewis stared at Lin Chen in horror and asked stammering, "You...who are you?" Maybe he was too nervous, or maybe the light in the room was relatively dark, but he didn't recognize Lin Chen at all. Obviously,
More than this, he wanted to know how Lin Chen appeared.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Lewis, I am sent by God to answer your questions." Lin Chen walked to the other party, pointed outside and said, "Look, those people who are screaming and running around are from
The werewolves of Great Britain, the little things flying around in the sky, are the vampires of the ancient country. Oh, they will scare you when they transform later."
Louis took a step back and hurriedly pressed the pistol on his waist. Perhaps because of the firearm, his tone was slightly calmer than before, "Who are you? Answer me, or I swear I will kill you."
very ugly."
At this time, he finally saw Lin Chen's face clearly, and his mouth suddenly opened wide, "You are... the owner of the Holy Fairy Lace Manor, Your Excellency Lin Chen, God, what on earth is going on?"
"You are really persistent." Lin Chen shrugged, "Werewolves, vampires, aren't these enough to arouse your curiosity compared to me? Well, I have always been honest, I am God's old guy.
The enemy is here today to take your life."
Louis let out a strange scream, pulled out his pistol and immediately pulled the trigger. According to his character, he should have said a few taunting words at this moment before punishing the other party, such as: "I'm sorry, you might have gone before me."
Or "Go to hell!" But a series of things happened in front of him that he couldn't understand, and this man's nerves were extremely fragile.
The long guns and short cannons in the hands of a group of guards also fired at the same time. The sound of gunfire was deafening and the smoke was filled. But soon, incredible expressions appeared on everyone's faces. Each of them had emptied half of the magazine, but their
Fortunately, the target was standing there, with countless metal projectiles floating radially around him.
Lin Chen smiled, and after a brief thought, all the bullets around him flew backwards, hitting a large group of people like a goddess scattering flowers. The gunmen who were shot by himself or his companions' bullets flew back neatly.
They went out and hit the floor one after another.
Among the dead bodies, only Louis was still alive. This poor man was completely stupid and stood holding a pistol as if he had lost his soul.
Lin Chen put his left hand into his trouser pocket and curled his lips lazily, "Okay, Mr. Lewis, could you please help me bring a chair over? It would be better if I could have a glass of red wine. Let's go together.
Watch this show to the end."
In the mine, the battle between the two sides continued to heat up. To be precise, this was a one-sided attack, and the other side was forced to defend.
Black light shot out from the darkness one after another, bombarding the wall of holy light like rain. The werewolves wandering around sent a paw greeting to this solid defense from time to time, and the vampires that had been hovering in the air also
He began to look for the right opportunity and swoop down, sparing no effort to weaken the defense of the Holy Light Wall.
The priests under the protection of the Holy Light have obviously begun to look difficult. Long-term focused prayers consume an extremely large amount of energy. A slight distraction or relaxation will lead to the weakening of the Holy Light Wall.
Lin Chen sighed in his heart. These priests who came here were indeed the elites of the Vatican. It was really rare that they could persist for so long under such a fierce attack from the Dark Vatican.
I really want to know how long they can hold on? However, in every war, the situation will always change.