Extraordinary Sailing

The "unknown" attack has not yet come, and the vast sea-like fluctuation of the holy power has already been transmitted first.

The blood curtain covering the sky was easily pierced through a big hole, and then quickly dissipated.

The projection of the evil god Purcell felt the pure white blazing light earlier than Princeton. During the passionate "opera" performance, his face froze instantly, as if wearing a false mask.

Obviously, the familiar and unforgettable taste reminded him of the "tragic" experience a long time ago.

As a great half-human and half-god existence, in this material world where the true god cannot descend, there are few things that he cares about, but that ray of light is one of them!

"Is it the means left by the minions of the 'false god'?"

It was defeated and sealed by the angels descended from the Black Iron Cross Church more than a hundred years ago, and the priests of the Wells family began to plan the layout eight years ago. Now, after nearly ten years of preparation, some of the power has finally been infiltrated.

What he didn't expect was that after such a long time, the local church still had some means to target him? At this time, facing the restraint power left by his old opponent, he was naturally a little apprehensive.

After paying a huge price and a long time, what was sent was only a projection that was less than one-tenth of the power of the main body. Purcell was not prepared to take risks lightly at all, and he could not bear the price of another failure.

"Hehehe! The curtain call ceremony will be delivered together next time!"

Seeing that only a very small number of sailors on the sea were killed by his own ability for the time being, and the city was not even affected by his own power, he was dissatisfied in his heart, but he could only snort coldly, 'Thank God for your kindness! '

At this time, Purcell still maintains the graceful posture of an opera performer, bowing gently in mid-air to take a curtain call, and then his flamboyantly dressed figure peels off and fades away in the air like a weathered mural .

Maybe it doesn't take a second for him to escape from here completely, and then make a comeback after a few years, once again dedicating a grand "tragedy" performance to this city!

Hum——

But at this moment, the space Purcell was in suddenly froze! The already dim figure quickly returned to its original state!

A pure white circular space quietly opened up here, as if the whole world was only left in black and white, other places were shining white, only Purcell's own body was as black as ink.

The outside of the black and white space.

Surrounded by solemn chants and holy light feathers, a slightly illusory angelic figure has spread its huge snow-white wings and quietly surrounded this space. It is stabbing slowly.

"not good!"

When Purcell really realized that the attack had come, he found that he had been firmly imprisoned like a small bug wrapped in amber.

Extraordinary people often don't judge their superiority by combat power, and the gods are naturally even more so. Although the overall strength is far superior to ordinary people, it only has infinite power in its own priesthood or domain, but in other respects it is only slightly stronger than Tier 4.

Losing the initiative made his situation suddenly passive. After all, the power to seal space does not belong to the field he is good at.

"Hehehe, don't you want to stop me again!"

Purcell knew that the angel who sealed him back then could not come again in such a short period of time, and the church here could not afford that price either. If it is just a weapon left by an angel, even if he is just a projection now, he is not incapable of fighting.

Although compared to a fighter who is good at fighting, he is more like an evil careerist standing behind the scenes, but as the god of the pinnacle of power in this world, he is not without means to deal with it.

moment.

The neutral figure in a state of rigidity and exaggerated attire began to change constantly.

Fat and rude middle-aged men, graceful and graceful ladies, wise old men, lively and lovely children, majestic judges, thieves and so on.

All the existing character images in the stage play appear in sequence and then collapse. The sacrifice of each image can only last for a short time, but it allows him to temporarily open the confinement and escape a certain distance.

This is His mythological form, the concept of "opera performer" composed of the ever-changing stage images He has played, and the core of His divinity.

Any existence that has obtained immortal divinity cannot be underestimated!

No one knows how many vivid stage images this god who created the performance form of opera has ever had. With the consumption of this source of power, Purcell has actually brought Purcell a little closer to the black and white space. outside.

Click——

Obviously, the space blockade achieved by mortals through equipment failed to form a closed loop, and there are still loopholes. After Purcell moved to the edge of the space, he broke the blockade of the space diaphragm and broke free with just a few stage images again!

"Hoo Hoo"

Although he managed to get out of trouble, Purcell's expression was very ugly, and he couldn't even care about the weird laughter that had been maintained all the time.

The exaggerated image of an opera actor is just his human body, and the mythical form is his body. It's just that the distance of only a few dozen meters just now has consumed nearly two-thirds of his divine origin.

If several large-scale evil sacrifices cannot be carried out in a short period of time, this part of the power will never be recovered.

However, the wisdom of the gods prevented him from saying any more harsh words. As soon as he got out of trouble, his body began to become illusory again, and it was obvious that he would run away again without saying a word

"The main gun of the 'Steam Fortress' is fired!!!"

A loud thunderous sound on the sea made him look down.

"What?" A dazzling white light suddenly lit up on the sea under his feet, filling his vision.

bang——

"No--!!!"

Seeing that Purcell, who was blasted back into the black and white space by a main cannon, met the bright spear point pierced by the angel's shadow head-on, without any extra strength to resist, it exploded into flying ash with a "bang"!

Only a tiny particle of light that is brighter than gold, under the control of an invisible force, gently floated down into the gold bottle raised high in the hands of a tall and graceful figure.

"Old Benedict has done a good job. The position of Bishop of Phalitis Diocese is now yours." Standing on the bow, the Princeton principal who had just made a divine assist did not really show his strength until the dust settled. Smile from the inside.

After all, what he was facing was a fifth-order demigod standing at the apex of the power of the main material world. Even if it was just a projection, even if he had made all the preparations, no one dared to say that he was 100% sure.

Restrict supernatural powers above the second level from participating in the hunt for "murderers", restrict the intervention of formal wizards with richer means and capabilities, and continue to give "dead soul boxes" opportunities, even stepping on key nodes before taking action to save the field, until witnessing the projection of evil gods coming , the old man has been waiting for this moment.

first.

With the help of the church to weaken some evil gods, just the demise of this projection can make this restless guy wither for at least a hundred years. Otherwise, even if it is just a "dead soul box" that is eliminated in advance, the evil god can find another opportunity to throw out two, three or even more, which will treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

In addition, the power of the god-given weapon "Holy Lance Durendal" was consumed in this battle, and it is impossible to restore this mighty power of "reversing the gods" without long-term worship in the future.

The relationship between the parties is both cooperation and confrontation. The natural antagonism between the wizard association and the Orthodox Church will not be changed because of temporary cooperation. How could Princeton be unhappy when two thorns were pulled out of his back at once?

And even if the church didn't act according to the agreement, he still has enough support to deal with it. It's just that after the crisis in the city, it's the church's turn to deal with the public's crisis of trust.

But since the result is perfect, the follow-up plan can be permanently sealed. And His Excellency the Bishop, who has cooperated with all this, deserves what he wants.

What's more, the old man looked at the gold bottle held in the hands of His Royal Highness behind him, and his mood became more and more joyful. The price he paid before was worth it!

The evil god's projection came out first and overwhelmed the audience, but he left without a trace.

Purcell, who had already passed away in ashes, could never have imagined that his actions had long been calculated by a group of humble mortals. No matter what choice he made, there were more than one emergency plan waiting for him.

From the beginning to the end, He is just a bargaining chip for the exchange of interests among mortals

Hehe self-proclaimed great god?

"Your Excellency, confirm that the projection of the evil god Purcell has completely dissipated, and there is no sign of the seal being reopened!"

In the New Yin Cathedral, after a temporary ceremony was held to activate the god-given weapon "Holy Lance Durandal", hundreds of priests were exhausted because of overdrawing the Holy Power, and only the clergy at the level of dean and above were slightly better. .

Hearing the middle-aged priest's voice, the old bishop, who was standing in front of the goddess statue and praying with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. As the master of the ceremony, he has also confirmed the results of the battle through his spiritual connection with the Holy Lance, which is more accurate than the middle-aged priest's detection.

"Goddess Blessing!"

"Goddess protects!" The middle-aged priest quickly followed.

"Double the frequency of the high mass held after the church. The power of the holy gun needs to be restored as soon as possible, otherwise it will not be enough to deter heresy!"

Looking at the iron gun in the hands of a snow-white angel icon next to the goddess statue, the old bishop Benedict said solemnly.

"Your will, sir!

This time around the evil god incident, I have already asked people to compile a new hymn, which will soon be sung by the choir. The mercy of the goddess will always envelope her lambs! "

The middle-aged priest bowed slightly.

After seeing the old bishop nodding in satisfaction, the middle-aged priest seemed to be greatly encouraged to salute again, then turned and retreated.

at this time.

The citizens who are still sleeping don't know what happened tonight, maybe they won't know for a lifetime

Most things in the world are not black and white. Good and evil, good and evil, self-interest and righteousness, individuals and organizations, people and forces are all multi-faceted. Well, this is such a world. The protagonist's short training will end soon, and he will return to the sea.

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