"Come on," the bishop glanced at Griffith and opened his chest, "I like boys who are firm and stubborn. Let's do this, I will give you three punches to show you the difference between extraordinary people and extraordinary people.
What apostles there are—yikes!”
The bishop's eyes blurred, and he was suddenly punched in the abdomen. The shield surrounding him was like ripples in the water, cracking after waves of fluctuations. The strong cleric flew out and curled up on the ground like a shrimp.
"Huh?! What, what's going on? Where's my shield? Where's my blessing?" Bishop Kelian struggled to apply a new blessing to himself, but the chaotic spiritual energy rushed through his body, and the suffocating dizziness made him
He couldn't concentrate.
Hey, this! I was silenced?! This guy is a shameless law-breaker, and his file is fake!
"You deceitful liar and unbeliever!"
Before the bishop could finish scolding him, Griffith pulled out Han Guang, chopped off his right hand with a sword, and then inserted a sword into his thigh and nailed it to the ground.
"Ah! My body blessed by God, my hands!" The burly bishop screamed heartbreakingly, "Stop, little bastard, I am Bishop Kelian, the Holy Light of Odessa Region.
People will be promoted to archbishop sooner or later!
"I am a chosen one who can enter the kingdom of God. A little pawn like you can do it with just one finger. What is that!"
Griffith pulled out the Judgment, loaded the adamantine bullet, and opened the hammer.
Bishop Klein seemed to see towering spires, solemn bells, and a group of men in black wearing crow masks holding sickles under the gun. The powerful and dark infection made him tremble. The men in black imprisoned a nearly transparent person.
The soul is surprisingly the bishop himself.
"Wait a moment!"
Griffith shot the bishop in the lower abdomen. The hot projectile smashed into the strong muscles, twisted and deformed, and was deeply embedded in the bishop's belly. The raging psychic storm tore his mind and nerves apart.
, the crushing pain hits the soul directly.
His internal organs twitched for a while. The arrogant confidence and momentum, the extraordinary strength, and the blessings from the gods seemed to be shattered by this shot.
"No—!" Bishop Kelian howled like a slaughtered pig, crying and begging for mercy, "Stop, wait, wait!"
Griffith turned his head and found that Krista had picked up the silver sword and was meditating with her eyes closed. This is a powerful weapon that can even defend against Beamon's full blow. Hold it again
After that, the girl's complexion and breath recovered a lot.
"Krista, go get the horse," the knight pointed to the bishop's horse, "I'll ask a few questions and leave as soon as possible."
Then, he turned around, broke the bishop's other arm, and shouted coldly: "Tell me the plan of the outer god and how he plans to come."
Bishop Kelian gasped and looked carefully at the knight who stepped on him. His eyes rolled around, preparing to formulate a speech. Suddenly, he found that the knight's whole body was wrapped in a bloody aura, which embodied an indescribable horror.
shadow.
Griffith raised his right hand and held it weakly. Bishop Kelian felt that his throat was immediately strangled. He opened his mouth and couldn't breathe. He struggled with his hands, but couldn't grasp anything. The extreme fear eroded him.
His consciousness penetrated from the wound, and he was in so much pain that he even wanted to die.
Such a powerful power is not at the same level as my extraordinary power! The bishop's eyes widened and he made an incredible voice: "With this power, you, you are an extraordinary person? How is it possible... Your inheritance has been cut off.
Thousands of years."
The fear and suffocation tightened tighter and tighter.
Bishop Kelian's pupils were dilated. At this time, the terrifying power relaxed slightly, and he was breathing desperately like a fish thrown ashore. Griffith looked at him and clenched his right hand again.
"I said, I said," the bishop collapsed, experienced extreme pain and fear, and then was relieved. He was thrown in again in an instant, and the despair he experienced again was magnified countless times. There was a stench between his legs, like death.
Like a fish, he lay limp on the ground and explained without any reservation or bottom line:
"The master is waiting for the opportunity. He cannot come directly. Even if he projects a little clone into this world, it will consume an amazing amount of spiritual energy. He needs a grand ceremony, the prayers of hundreds of thousands of believers, appropriate sacrifices and
Hundreds of thousands of specific emotional resonances to mobilize psychic energy.
"He needs the help of believers, not dozens or hundreds of extraordinary and extraordinary beings, but hundreds of thousands of ordinary people connected to His consciousness. I don't know the principle, but that's what He requires.
"In order to gain followers, He found me and selected the best dolls among all the discarded Saintess candidates. The Holy Light is also very cautious, and will carefully manage all the unsuccessful Saintess candidates to return them to ordinary life. However,
Krista is special, she died in battle. It’s not surprising that there is no way to recover the body in such a bad place as the battlefield!
"The master collected her, made a perfect doll, and then used the energy collected by Raven to give her life again. She is a candidate for the Saint, and has a perfect fit with the power of the Holy Light. As long as she is given
With spiritual energy, you can exert almost miraculous power. Holy Light believers and grassroots clergymen cannot see the difference at all. They all think that they are worshiping the spokesperson of Holy Light in the world."
Griffith looked at the bishop and asked: "What happened just now, why didn't the Church of the Seven Gods intervene and the Holy Light didn't stop Krista?"
Bishop Crane seemed to succumb completely to Griffith's will, spewing out his confession as if he had been fed a vat of veritaserum or the diarrhea of a dysentery man:
"The master resurrected her and gave her to us, appearing as a saint. There are many believers in Odessa, and many strong men in the mysterious world here listened to the master's call and became our allies.
"We know that the Holy Light Church will discover traces of the Saint sooner or later, but this will take time. Horus carefully helped me cover it up, saying that all this was an accidental miracle. A little girl from the countryside claimed to have received a divine inspiration.
.This kind of thing happens all the time. Really, some girls come forward every now and then. Even if they are found out and become prostitutes, they can charge higher prices! The Holy See can't control it at all.
"But, the Holy See will eventually find out that Korvalen is the agent they sent."
Bishop Kelian began to become manic. He was shaking because of a large amount of blood loss, or he had touched some dangerous secrets and became insane:
"So what if we find out? Can the Holy See still tell everyone, oh, I was fooled. Although the little girl everyone worshiped before looks like a saint, smells like it, and feels like it, she is actually an evil god.
The puppet, the bishop of Odessa and the mysterious world collaborated to deceive everyone!
"Hahahaha! How is that possible? Isn't the Holy See shameless? Shameless law-breaker, do you know that there is essentially no difference between the power of the Holy Light and the power of our Lord! Aren't they both energy! Is it glowing or not?
Can it be different if it's pus?
"Don't tell me that Holy Light was kept in the dark. He was forced by the Senate and other Holy See to give up the Saint. He is a god. He picked up a useful doll for nothing and collected so much faith that he went crazy.
What’s the big deal about believers in a city! He wishes the world would be more turbulent!”
Griffith concluded: "Who erased the memory of Krista? Who destroyed the files?"
"I, the Holy See, have also destroyed some files. After all, the container of the Saint, even if it is just a candidate, is a rare commodity. Wait, you said erasing the memory? Isn't this done by the God behind you!?
"They released you, the knight who heralded the doomsday, from the prison of history, wasn't it just to fight my master on this day?!
"From the beginning, they have been playing games. The world is a chessboard, and we are, uh... ugh, stop it..."
Bishop Kelian suddenly foamed at the mouth and his eyes bulged. He shook violently and kicked his stump.
Griffith hadn't finished asking the question yet, thinking that he had struck too hard. He hurriedly restrained his explosive psychic energy, not wanting to kill the bishop immediately.
However, Bishop Kelian could no longer utter a word. He struggled, wailed, begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face, and then died.
Griffith was indifferent for a while, then picked up the missing Extraordinary Characteristics. Suddenly, his senses were touched, and he hurriedly looked up at the sky. He saw a twinkling star getting bigger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
,
The star is approaching rapidly. Even if you look up from the ground, you can feel its approach and irresistible terror. It comes from the starry sky, tears the sky, stirs up ripples like waves, and is wrapped in the flames and red light that swallows everything.
The unstoppable power fell to the earth.
The moment he witnessed the falling star, Griffith's legs went weak and he was sweating profusely. He was so frightened by the natural disaster that he didn't know how to resist. What was even more terrifying was that the falling star was heading towards
His position was knocked down.
"Krista, let's go quickly!" the knight exclaimed, turning his head to find that the girl had galloped away on horseback.
In a very short period of shock, Griffith's heart surged with speculation and fear. He wanted to transform into a bat and chase after him, but found that the bone ring was not with him.
"Krista!" he shouted wildly, and hurriedly chased after her.
The roar of storms and thunder and lightning resounded in the sky, and a bright thunder light passed by, falling in front of Griffith, knocking him back. The silver arc roared like joy, and in the dazzling silver light and sweeping sonic boom
In the sound, a heroic young woman was kneeling on one knee at the core of the light. She stood up slowly, her tied red hair flying like a flamboyant flame, and the holy spear wrapped with silver snakes stood tall in the fierce wind.
The king generally looks proud to all directions.
The young woman took a step forward, waved the holy spear at Griffith, and blocked the way:
"You can't go through, Griffith.
"The order of extermination has been issued. The extraordinary ones will seal off the nearby area. Look at the sky, the coming light of destruction comes from the Holy Light and the will of the righteous gods. They want to destroy the passage through which the fabric of life sneaks into this world."
Griffith pulled out the Han Guang and took a step forward, his eyes as red as a man-eating beast:
"Get out of the way, Erza."
The trajectory of the falling skyfire showed slight twists and turns, and it was actually correcting the direction of its fall.
Miss Light and Shadow's Edge looked directly into his eyes:
"You will die in vain. Even if you catch up with her, you won't be able to escape with her. We are all too late.
"The weapons of God have been activated, and they will be found even if they hide to the ends of the earth. The coming impact will destroy everything and completely erase that girl. Then, they will also destroy Odessa and prevent the arrival of the alien gods. Everything is...
It's too late.
"You know, Griffith, find your mind and think about the living! Luna's necklace has cast down one of the morning and evening stars.
“What comes to this world is the ultimate solution of the gods of this world——