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Osora Church, near central Tokyo, is a sprawling complex of seven churches.

Different churches are responsible for the seven sacraments of the Crucifixion, and the size of each church is not the same.

People will put more thought into the buildings that can bring benefits, so the 'marriage church' dedicated to weddings is also the best place for many young people to hold weddings, to put it mildly, the sacrament of marriage is also the largest source of income for the church in the future, so there is nothing to say about the largest building.

The second largest building in the complex is the 'Fu Dou Chapel', which is dedicated to funeral ceremonies. Of course, because there are many people who are not Christians, the role of this church is not very great compared to the 'marriage church' that is fashionable in Western-style movies.

As for the other buildings in the back, although they are also of considerable religious importance, they do not provide income for the church, and if they are too large, it will be more troublesome to clean, so there is no need to build them as members of the church.

But really, the carvings, paintings, stained glass and other objects that adorn these buildings do look beautiful and full of a wonderful mood.

"That's all we know for now, Steele, what are we going to do next?"

After Fang Hong left, the rescue operation of Shangjo Danma and others was deviated, but they didn't expect that the Roman Catholic Combat Sisters who had always been regarded as teammates by Shangjo Danma were the enemy in the real sense.

All of this is a lie.

Ossola had a large bruised red mark on his face, and Kamijo Dangma held the scarred nun as he ran towards the back door of the largest sanctuary, asking Steele beside him for his idea.

"No way, there are too many of them, the fighting methods of the Battle Nuns are similar to Fang Hong's guy, you can block their magic, but you can't stop their fists. ”

"That's the entire formation, hundreds of fanatics!"

With his hands behind his back, Steele runs like the American hero Batman.

The back door of the church is bare and covered with rocks because of the need to divert water during rainy days.

Because of holding Ossola in his arms, Shangjo Dangma's running speed is not fast, no, just jumped out of the back door, Shangjo Dangma felt that the back of his neck was grabbed by a force!

As a result, Ossola in her arms was thrown to the stone slab in the distance, and she couldn't help but let out a low hum in pain.

"Phew!"

Ozark was thrown away by the upper strip as a hemp, and the hedgehog-headed boy naturally didn't catch a good one, he lay on the stone road in a 'dog eating' posture, and his lips were bitten by his teeth.

Ignoring his pain, Kamijo spat out two mouthfuls of bloody spittle, and he quickly got up, using his legs and feet together, and slammed the frog forward, dodging a huge tomahawk that was enough to crush his bones.

"We're here to stop them, you guys get out of here!"

Just when the situation was in dire straits, several young Japanese men and women suddenly jumped from the smaller roof next to them - it was Amakusa style.

The group of combat nuns, who walked like the tide of the sea, held various spiritual costumes, fought with the Amakusa-style rescuers.

"Thanks"

Ignoring his embarrassment, Kamijo ran to Ossola's side and hugged her barely able to move again.

"I'm sorry, your injuries ......"

"Uh-huh...... It's a little injury, you don't have to mind. ”

Kamijo could see that every shaking when he ran with her in his arms made her stiffen in pain, and her brows furrowed tightly. It's definitely not just a 'minor injury' as she says.

"If I had known earlier, I should have asked Fang Hongjun to take you back to the academy city directly, if you were inside, Fang Hongjun would have a reason to meddle in this matter. ”

Shangjo Dangma has a mysterious confidence in Fang Hong's power. This international student from China was very unusually not in the 14th school district, but stayed in the 7th school. In contact with Fang Hong, this guy looked quite wasteful, but every time Shangjo was in or out of an incident, he was perfectly solved.

Kamijo kept running forward with Ossola in his arms, he could clearly feel the loss of his physical strength, but he still didn't dare to relax.

There are so many enemies that a head-on confrontation doesn't seem to be much different from suicide.

At the end of the day, Uejo Dangma is just an ordinary high school student, and his fighting skills are all practiced during fighting, and he has not been systematically studied.

Shangjo has what Fang Hong called 'pure heart', even if it is a self-created move, it also has a strong power.

But the biggest problem at the moment is that the number of enemies can already be regarded as a crowd, even if the last talented self-created 'Friendship Breaking Face Fist' can win against a nun, but what about the second one, what about the third?

One of the nuns, who seemed reluctant to let her prey run away, raised her right hand and waved the torch in her hand in rhythm.

Immediately, a ball of fire the size of a football flew out of the torch and flew towards the upper hand.

Uncomfortable, Kamijo is still holding Ossola in his arms, and he has no way to erase the fire with the 'Fantasy Killer'.

At that moment, another fist-sized ball of red magma looked like it was dangling, but it was extremely fast and collided with the fire.

"Whew!"

A huge flame exploded less than a meter away from Uejo's back and the heat even made Uejo's hair scorch.

"This is, Fire Lotus Hua!"

Shangjo Danma could see that the primitive magic circle that was disrupted and collapsed inside the magma ball, in the mouth of Steele's guy, this unique way of using magic, even if it is rare in the world, the road of heterogeneity is not easy to walk after all, and Fang Hong is the only one who knows Shangjo in Japan.

Steele had gone to protect Intix, but now that he had long since run away, only Uejo Dangma, who was holding a man, was still here.

"Mr. Magician of the East, you have crossed the line, this is an internal matter of our Cross Sect, are you sure you want to intervene?"

Speaking of which, Fang Hong is a little funny, including the English Puritans, it seems that the Cross Religion is too powerful, just after meeting Mr. Ming in the center of Tokyo, Fang Hong only knew from his mouth.

Shintoism, which was founded by the primitive religion of polytheism and the integration of Yixue, will not be afraid of the Roman Catholic sect, and even if they come together with the Orthodox Church, Shinto can completely stand in the same trench as the Taoism that is currently suffering in China because of 'atheism', and anyway, the relationship between the sects is similar to that between the major powers in the world today -- boasting is wanted, bulltagging is blowing, and other people's words cannot be believed.

Of course, Mr. Ming naturally wouldn't say it so bluntly, the above is Fang Hong's own summary, but it sounds quite reasonable.

After all, this is Japanese territory, and you Crusader guys can use force. If Mr. Ming pretends not to see it again, then he, the supreme leader of Shinto, will be in vain.

In front of Eri Uesugi, a celestial powerhouse, Fang Hong was looked at inside and out.

After identifying the soul of Fang Hong's 'Living Buddha', Mr. Ming finally made a decision, as long as Fang Hong could expel the members of the Cross Sect who were causing unrest in the Ossola Church, he agreed to lend Fang Hong the 'Eight Feet Qiongqu Jade'.

For the sake of his future, Fang Hong agreed very happily.

He was even ready to directly open the Doushen Incarnation and throw all the Cross Cult members, including Steele, with broken legs......

Dozens of nuns stood on the ground, observing the battle mages whose eyes radiated a frenzy with cold eyes.

That's right, it's fanaticism!

Most of them were only second-stage mentor mages, and under the oppression of Fang Hong's infinitely close to the soul of the celestial man, the crisis gradually came to their minds.