After Copperfield returned to the gallery, Walker and the others were stunned to see that his shadow-like body fluctuated violently, like a aquatic plant at the bottom of the Irish sea, which was the expression of a century-old soul whose emotions were extremely strong.

Walker said with concern: "Calm down, old man, what have you found? If you continue to shake like this, your unjust soul body will be shattered by you." ”

"A vice-referee!" Copperfield screamed so Walker had to open the enchantment of the chamber, "flew above my head in the direction of Liverpool Harbor, oh my God, why did such a big guy come here, damn it, I'm never going out again!"

Walker turned his head to look inquiringly at the black-robed lich.

The latter nodded, "Liverpool's ecclesiastical forces should be attracted, let's get started." ”

The lights in the secret room suddenly went out, and a dark green six-pointed star magic array lit up, Walker nodded and left the secret room, Walker's gallery was actually crowded with people in the middle of the night, but those people stood in front of the oil painting blankly, as if they had lost their minds.

A moment later, Walker and his men kept bringing in buckets of paint, and the lid of the bucket used to hold the paint was opened, and there were buckets of blood inside, pouring down, and the blood spread along the lines of the magic circle, and the lich recited an obscure incantation...

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Feeling the spiritual power in his body refilled, and even his mobilization of the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be different from before, the sudden change made Qi Si unstable, and he almost accidentally shattered a deacon's lightsaber.

If in the past, one of his spiritual power could mobilize a lot of aura in the environment, then now it is at least fifty percent more!

The sudden expansion of force made Qi Si feel as if he was carving an eggshell with a carving knife, and he couldn't break the white egg membrane in the middle.

At the same time as Qi Si's power changed, Bishop Berkeley's skills were finally activated.

A cross suddenly appeared behind Qi Si, and a huge pulling force was transmitted to both hands, and two wooden nails were suspended in front of the cross, as if waiting to pierce the penitent's wrist.

The legend of the "Confessional Cross", which the Church uses to limit the effectiveness of binding the enemy, comes from the crucifixion of Jesus, once bound by the cross, two nails symbolizing the fall will be driven into the wrist of the victim, bleeding incessantly, cutting off all energy flow, so that the tortured person can only hang on it in despair like ordinary people.

Legend has it that one of the Church's artifacts, the "holy nails", are the two nails that were worn to Jesus back then.

Lamb sighed in his heart, the "Cross of Repentance" is about to be launched, and with the power of heretics, it will definitely not be able to break free, but after fighting for so long and failing to take people down, his status in the heart of Deputy Referee Charles will inevitably decline, which is not allowed!

This sword is the last chance, holding the holy sword that has followed him for many years, Lamb's strength to eat milk has been used, a clear moonlight holy flame condenses in the sword body, and he doesn't even care if it will be too powerful to kill him directly, between negligence and incompetence, Lamb referee decisively chose the former.

This move also made Judge Charles nod and said: "I still have some determination, I know that no matter what the result is, the greatest credit for tonight must be won by our Inquisition, otherwise my face will be disgraced to you tonight." ”

Caught back and forth, a desperate expression appeared on Qi Si's face, but a calm stroke in his heart.

It's almost okay, and he didn't call for the sword spirit to heal the injury, Qi Si, with a desperate expression, gritted his teeth and raised the long sword in his hand with a shaky face, as if he was trying his best to make the last weak struggle, colliding with Lamb Referee's holy weapon.

"Zheng!"

The crisp sound of shattering was like a woodcutter cutting a sugar cane with a sharp wood knife, and the confident Lamb referee only felt that his hand was light, his chest was cold, and he looked down blankly, the blood sprayed on his chest, and only a third of his indestructible holy weapon long sword remained.

The sudden change stunned everyone, including Deputy Referee Charles, who was a little unresponsive for a while, they could allow Qi Si to block the blow and even repel Umnum, but they couldn't accept that the church's holy weapon could be broken so easily.

"High-level holy weapons! It is not even ruled out that the existence of an artifact is close to it!"

This was the thought that flashed through the hearts of the rest of the church, and no one even cared about falling into the sea with serious injuries, and now like a helpless Lamb referee, everyone stared at the long sword in Qi Si's hand.

"Tengyun!"

The essence and blood burned all over his body, the aura on Qi Si's body suddenly increased, and he turned around and slashed backwards with a sword, and the Chixiao Sword, which no longer hid his strength, let out a pleasant sword roar of Qingyue, and the sharp crimson sword qi flashed, leaving an obvious sword mark on the Confessor's cross, making Qi Si's somewhat uncontrollable suction suddenly weaken.

At this moment, the power and speed of the explosion allowed Qi Si to quickly get out of the situation of being flanked, and the rocket took off into the air and galloped diagonally upward.

Of all the people present, only Monday reacted, and before Qi Si could completely get rid of the attraction from the confessional cross, the speed was not fully expanded, and the young man with the weapon that was seriously out of harmony with his body jumped up, but even if Monday's reaction speed was fast enough, he only had time to slash the blood-colored scythe in his hand.

Praise God.

For the first time in many years, Qi Si issued a sincere praise to God from the heart, and the final head-on resistance came from the executioner who was restrained by the sword spirit, which was the best result.

Below, the deputy referee Charles, who reacted, only had time to wave his hand and shoot out a bright holy light cross slash that quickly broke through the air.

Unlike those Holy Light Cross Slashes just now, Deputy Referee Charles's holy power is like substance, and the speed power is obviously not the same.

"Interesting. Squinting his eyes, Judge Charles didn't expect that he would personally take action tonight, and if he could stop the heretic who didn't know how to recover his strength on Monday, he would personally bring him back to the Inquisition for interrogation.

Originally, it was just for the judge that the adults cared about, but I didn't expect to be able to unexpectedly get a weapon that was at least a high-level holy weapon, and this unexpected surprise was enough to erase all the unhappiness of tonight, and when the sword arrived, he could even reward Lamb a little.

Charles suddenly remembered his poor subordinate, and looked down at a lonely figure floating on the dark sea, just keeping himself from sinking, and was using holy power to heal his wounds with difficulty, well, it's good that he didn't die.

"Praise my Lord. After also expressing his sincere praise, the referee's body lit up with a clear and watery holy flame, which is an external manifestation of the condensation of holy power to a certain extent, just like Lamb's last sword with all his strength, and it is also the strength of the deputy referee level, the most intuitive performance.

In the still lively Bar of Ingjue, the customer sat drunk at the bar and asked, "Old John, what are you looking at?"

Taking an elegant sip of a glass of red wine, Old John stared intently at the ceiling, which seemed to have a particularly beautiful pattern, and said with a smile: "A wonderful show." ”

Old John's deep eyes showed Qi Si and them, including the deputy referee Charles, as if space could not be an effective obstacle in the eyes of this old man, from the battle between Qi Si and Sunday in the street, the teleportation of Master Kingsley, to the current escape from the sea, and even the things in the Walker Gallery, this old man has always been an off-site audience who treats the whole of Liverpool as a grand theater, and strictly abides by the "rule" that an audience should not leave the arena.

"Even though I felt the hidden power of that kid in disguise, I was still surprised to be able to kill an executioner of the church, much more powerful than I thought. ”

"It's a pity that Charles is here tonight, this situation is already dead, it seems that my bar is going to have one less regular customer, that is a good boy with good manners." ”

"Alas~" sighed, Old John took a sip of red wine, let the mellow taste spread in his mouth, and said regretfully: "It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting performance, and now Liverpool is really getting calmer and calmer, I really miss the former 'Dark Capital', werewolves, vampires, orcs, and the big men of the Dark Council are here to fight to the death with the church, every night the moon is dyed bloody red, and the blood flowing on the earth is like wine that never dries up, chaotic, cruel, Bloody, such a good day, never to come back. ”

Then, the old gentleman, immersed in memories, froze, "What's going on? shouldn't it..."

If an old and wise old man can ask questions, then something incomprehensible must have happened.

Not just John Sr., but all the people in the church on the battlefield didn't understand what was going on, including Charles.

Time on the battlefield is set back ten seconds.

"Sword Spirit!" Facing the giant scythe that roared from Monday, Qi Si woke up the sword spirit that had been waiting for a long time, a little dazzling red light appeared, and Monday on the other side felt an instinctive palpitation, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

The sound of violent collision came, and Qi Si was forced to stop in the air for a moment, and Monday was blown into the air, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that the hasty block just now had injured the executioner like a junior high school student.

However, what made Qi Si depressed was to see that the child who had been injured seemed to be unaware and was rushing down at a faster speed.

The young man seemed to be even more excited with a crazy smile on his face.

"Is it another pervert..."Qi Si looked at the enemy falling from the sky speechlessly, like a blood-colored meteor, and at this moment, he couldn't rush out in one fell swoop, which showed that this executioner who looked like a junior high school student was much stronger than the one he met before, whether it was the huge exaggerated sickle in his hand, or the executioner like that child, it was much stronger than Sunday.

However, to Qi Si's surprise, the sword spirit did not set this enemy on fire in the same way that it ignited Sunday.

The sword spirit that was supposed to fly to the executioner's body seems to have drilled into his body instead, what kind of operation is this, is this a new skill?

"Sword Spirit, Little Phoenix, Uncle Bird?"

Qi Si, who was full of anticipation, changed several titles, and in the face of the suddenly silent sword spirit, Qi Si was just about to give up, and felt that the sword spirit in his body seemed to have awakened again.

"See that one in red, it's the kind you liked to eat just now, and this one is even more delicious, let's.... Ah!!h

A terrible scream made everyone present tremble, because these church adults, who often tortured others, knew how much pain a person had to be to let out such a howl.

In Qi Si's body, the originally boiling qi and blood really burned, as if there was a flame of life wrapping Qi Si.

"Split, split, knock~"

Monday looked at the heretic as if he were facing a great enemy, the rapidly burning flames surging out of his body, and the scythe in his hand had a faint tendency to melt as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and then Monday saw that the heretic who was preparing to fight for three hundred rounds was in the midst of that seemingly unusual flame, burning and burning, burning himself to ashes...

An ancient book fell from the sky alone, just in time to meet the holy light of Deputy Judge Charles.

"Tear Pull~"

The sound of paper tearing seemed so harsh in the quiet of the night, and Charles's face suddenly turned paler than the vampire he hated.