These four daggers have been soaked in the venom of the most poisonous toxin in the world - the king-eyed snake. If it is an ordinary person, even if it scratches a little bit of skin, blood will immediately seal the throat. The ascetic monk's whole body is shrouded in divine power.
Under the circumstances, the toxins cannot cause harm to them in a short period of time. As long as the luck is enough to force the toxins out of the body, they will be fine.
However, the four ascetic monks sat there dumbly and motionless. Although the wounds recovered quickly, each of them trembled slightly, and the expressions on their faces changed rapidly. One ascetic monk slowly raised his palm and said blankly
, "I...killed a mortal, no, God...please forgive me..."
A faint light began to flow from the four of them. Something went wrong. Timothy shouted loudly, "Everyone! Please control your emotions and don't let it change in any way. You just accidentally killed someone. This is not yours."
wrong!"
An ascetic monk, with empty eyes, murmured, "Article 6 of the Catholic Doctrine, do not bully the weak and do not kill the innocent. They are all God's people, lost lambs. We exercise our Lord's power on earth on behalf of God.
How could...how could..."
Timothy shouted, "They don't believe in God. They are all God's enemies. We should eradicate them... uh..." [
After saying these words, Timothy felt a tremor coming from the depths of his soul. He hurriedly stopped, closed his eyes and meditated. He actually forgot that he could not use his emotions to wake them up, otherwise he would also fall into it.
, Damn it, I can’t save them...
The remaining ascetic monks could only watch helplessly as their four companions began to undergo irresistible changes. These changes undoubtedly affected the mood of the people around them. The remaining ascetic monks turned around and closed their doors.
Eyes, firmly control his state of mind, trying not to let it cause any waves. In addition to hatred for the enemy, compassion for his companions, and the resulting fear will cause cracks in the crystal soul.
Their cultivation is like this. Since they want to become gods, they must give up all human emotions. Everyone's inner demons can only be overcome by themselves, just like a quagmire. If others want to help others get rid of their inner demons, they will only let others get rid of their inner demons.
He also fell into it.
In a burned-out house not far away, Lin Chen watched the scene in front of the church with a telescope. Zero relayed what he overheard. Lin Chen laughed happily, "Ha, these guys
The rigid old guys started to get into trouble. They killed mortals by mistake, but the regulations did not allow this. Oh, how pitiful, what should we do? We can't become gods, so scared, and then we started to be afraid, afraid, and always afraid.
, Haha, it’s just “fear” that makes your cultivation collapse, but even if you see through it, you still can’t pass this level, because mortals are only mortals after all, and you old turtles are still far away from gods!”
The four ascetic monks were completely abandoned. The four of them sat alone in front of the church. The light on their bodies gradually changed from weak to bright, but it seemed to be a qualitative change, as if it had changed from a gorgeous emerald to an ugly one.
Stone, until the crystal light completely regressed into white holy light, the four old men also fell from half saints to mortals. The appearance of the four people instantly became older than withered, and the white robes also became
It was tattered and stained with dirt, just like the clothes they wore when they stepped onto the hills of Jerusalem, and it smelled like horse manure.
Of the four old men who had become ordinary people, two of them suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and died suddenly. Needless to say, such a blow was too huge for them. Hundreds of years of hard work were all wasted and destroyed.
Once, and a cleric only has one chance in his life to transform into a saint, if he fails, he will be reduced to a mortal forever, they are finished.
The other two people raised their hands and looked at it, giggled, and then started running around the church. They were crazy.
The remaining seven people had calm faces and indifferent eyes, as if they were only seven people from the beginning. At this moment, a gloomy wind blew over, and sand and rocks began to fly around, and there were strange laughters in the wind.
and screams, and suddenly, countless black fireballs, green poisonous mist, and blood-colored beams of light flew from all directions in dense numbers, so many that even the entire wasteland was covered, as if a storm was sweeping over,
All that could be seen in the air were the shadows of these attacks.
"Hahaha, there are only seven of them, let's all come together and tear them into pieces!"
"Just seven people dare to challenge us. You are really overestimating your capabilities!"
"Stupid guys, they came here specifically to die!"
One after another, shrill laughter also rang out, and a certain seven phantom shadows hovered over the battlefield, roaring with disappointment, "Damn it, where are the papal army? Where are the countless cardinals, that old pope?
Where? Why are there only these seven damn old men, Moulton, how dare you tease us!"
A vague and illusory figure was also mixed in among the seven ghosts. The Speaker, who had completely changed his form, said coldly, "We have killed the Pope, and we have also killed all the cardinals."
A group of old ghosts were stunned for a moment, and one guy immediately laughed, "Molton, when did you learn to brag? I don't believe you are so powerful."
The rest didn't care whether the Pope was dead or not, they all shouted in pain, "Oh, damn, they are all dead, then who will play with us? No matter, if we don't do anything, these seven guys will die too."
The seven old ghosts laughed, whipped up a dark wind and rushed towards the place where the firepower was most concentrated.
It was as if a glass made a gentle collision sound. Although it was very light, it was transmitted to everyone's ears. A crystal light pillar that looked like a substance suddenly rose up, and those dark spell attacks did not even come close to that pillar.
The crystal pillars all disappeared into the air dozens of meters away. More than a hundred werewolves who were about to sneak up on them immediately turned into a wisp of black smoke, leaving not even a scrap behind.
The seven old ghosts had just rushed back halfway when they were rushed back by a strong force. Everyone was covered in smoke and screamed as they flew to the speaker's side and cursed in horror, "Damn, seven
Half-Saint, Moulton, you bastard, why didn’t you tell us earlier that you wanted to kill us?”
"Fuck, what kind of world is this? There are half-saints. God, who knew the world would become like this. I would rather go back to sleep in the coffin."[
"Morton, haha, dear, we regret it. Let's go back to that warm, dark castle. After comparing, our coffin is the most comfortable."