Jiang Fan, Xiao Dingmao and Nu Qingji, who transformed into Wang Ye again, came to a church that resembled an old castle.
A young monk in black clothes saw "three Taoist priests" coming to the door and asked, "What do you want?"
"We are looking for someone, to be precise, a vampire!"
Jiang Fan spoke frankly.
When the young monk heard this, his expression changed: "I'm sorry, we don't have any vampires here. Please leave immediately."
"It's you who should leave."
Jiang Fan waved his hand, and the young monk immediately flew out and smashed the church door.
Suddenly.
A chilling atmosphere flowed in the air, and the strong wind howled, making the surrounding leaves rustle.
A ray of light bloomed and caught the young monk.
"Is this the Holy See's ability? It seems a bit interesting."
Jiang Fan looked around.
I saw a group of missionaries in black walking out of the church. A faint milky white light appeared around them, and they looked quite holy.
Father Colson stood among a group of missionaries and said to Jiang Fan and others: "Chinese monks, this is the Lord's place, you should not come here."
There was a touch of majesty and arrogance in his voice, and his old eyes looked up and down at Jiang Fan and the others.
Jiang Fan said indifferently: "Your church harbors vampires with evil intentions. Pindao is here to eliminate them, get out of the way, and live in peace, blocking the road. Pindao will let you understand the depth of Chinese Taoist culture."
"How dare you. This is a sacred church, not your Taoist temple. You dare to violate God's will and yet you don't kneel down to repent and ask for the Lord's forgiveness!"
A majestic preacher stepped forward and spoke in a deep voice.
"That's your Lord, that's bullshit to me."
Jiang Fan looked down upon them. These missionaries looked glamorous, but in fact they were hiding evil and good at deceiving people's hearts. They used the blood and sweat of the people to support the so-called gods.
Anyone who does not believe in their Lord will be considered a heretic.
Burn the infidels, kill the unbelievers, and then seize their property openly and openly.
They talk about loving the world, but if they encounter people who don't agree with their ideas, they will kill them without mercy.
Such behavior is no different from evil spirits.
"You dare to insult the Lord and you will not be forgiven."
When it came to his faith, Father Colson's expression suddenly became serious. He raised his Bible in the air and began to sing.
"Almighty God, please grant us the power not to be harmed by evil. In front of the spiritual shield of supreme goodness, all evil spirits will stay away! Divine magic - Holy Shield Spirit Strike!"
A strong divine light emerged from the Bible in Father Colson's hand and enveloped the bodies of the seven missionaries beside him, making their momentum suddenly rise.
[Divine magic? It looks a bit like magic. It should be an auxiliary skill that enhances strength and defense. Sure enough, it has something, but the forward swing is a bit longer. 】
Jiang Fan looked at the seven missionaries and could feel that their strength had doubled in an instant under the blessing of the holy light.
It's not that this magic is powerful, it's just that these people are weak and have a lot of growth.
If it were to increase Jiang Fan's power, it would probably be good to increase his power by one thousandth.
"The light of fireflies dares to compete with the bright moon."
Seeing several missionaries with shimmering light rushing over, Jiang Fan used the "Golden Light Spell", and golden light suddenly shone so dazzlingly that it was difficult for several people to close their eyes.
I felt a strong majesty and a sacred and inviolable aura permeating the air. It was majestic and solemn, like a god on earth, and made several missionaries want to kneel down and worship.
In a blink of an eye, before Jiang Fan could see clearly what he was doing, these people flew out in random directions.
Some are hung on trees, some are inserted into the soil, and some are mounted on walls.
"Vulnerable."
Jiang Fan sneered in his heart, and in a flash, he came to Father Colson. The invisible air wave directly lifted him away, and he hit the cross in the church, killing him.
The Holy See's divine magic is indeed unique, but there is a huge gap in strength between Father Colson and Jiang Fan. Killing him is no different to Jiang Fan than squeezing an ant to death.
These missionaries sealed the count of Gaurus, which was completely feeding a tiger.
The purpose is to resurrect Count Gaurus and create panic when needed that day, and then they will come forward to defeat the devil in the name of God, become the so-called savior, and gain faith and money.
Doing evil while pretending to be a saint is very in line with Western national conditions.
After overcoming the obstacles, Jiang Fan, Xiaodingmao and Nuqingji entered the church and soon found a coffin with a cross engraved on it in the basement.
Nu Qingji opened the coffin lid, and a putrid smell came out.
Looking at the mummy in the coffin, Xiao Dingmao said: "This is Count Gourous? Its corpse has been decomposed into a state of disgrace. Can it still be resurrected?"
"Let's try it with blood. It's very tiring to fly all the way here."
As Nu Qingji spoke, he lit up a cigar and started smoking it happily.
Little Dingmao looked at Nu Qingji with evil intentions: "How about your blood?"
"Come on, I know you're hungry for my body."
Nu Qingji covered his body with his hands and made an exaggerated expression.
"Stop making trouble, there's something ready-made outside, take it while it's hot."
When Jiang Fan took off the silver cross from the mummy, Nu Qingji came in carrying a still warm corpse and poured blood into the mouth of the mummy.
As the blood enters the body, the originally dry corpse quickly becomes plump and bursts of white smoke appear.
Then the coffin exploded, and the resurrected Count Gloucester flew up and landed on the ground laughing: "Hahaha, I, Earl Gloucester, have been resurrected again!"
As he said that, he looked at Jiang Fan, Little Dingmao and Nuqing Chicken: "It's you who resurrected me. That's good. As a thank you, I will drain your blood. This is your glory."
"Pa~"
The little Dingmao raised his hand and slapped Count Gourous on the face, causing him to spin three and a half times in the air and land on the ground.
"It's just a third-generation Western zombie. Why are you dragging it?"
The little Dingmao is an ancient existence from the same period as the general. Although he is not immortal like the general, and his end is approaching, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse. It is more than enough to deal with a third-generation yellow-eyed zombie.
"If you dare to hit me, you are dead!"
Count Gourous was a little confused. When he came to his senses, he immediately showed his fangs.
Little Dingmao looked at Jiang Fan: "Master, can I slap him to death?"
"I'll do it!"
"Jie Jie, you cultivators are really arrogant, but your blood is so tempting, I can't wait... uh~"
Before Count Gaurus finished speaking, Jiang Fan had already flashed behind him, thrust the silver cross into his vest, and spoke to him heartfelt words.
"You must have never heard the saying that villains die from talking too much. Pay more attention in the next life, if you have another life."