The embarrassing scenes that took place in the church army were in a way normal.

Any denomination, or any power, as long as there are many people, will become mixed, and the faith will become less pure, and it will not even be able to be effectively regulated.

Even the "Lord of Light" only wants the believers to be pious, and there is no obligation.

It is only when the Holy Prophet attacks with the Truth that those who are not pure in their faith have to pay the price in such a time of war.

On the Square of Thorns, Charles I, who was still "entangled", was once again ridiculed by the second corrupt head without accident.

Boom!

The rotten, immortal body of the second rotten head was easily trampled on the ground by Charles I, and then various "punishments" began to be inflicted on him, and each punishment released a holy radiance, just as the Church in the Old World dealt with those mortal enemies and infidels in the Barbaric Age during the Dark Age.

It's just that apparently, the Second Rotten Leader, who has the "immortal" trait, is very difficult to kill, including Ludwig, who is now one with him.

In the Holy Light, the second corrupt head continued to scream while being tortured: "It seems that Sims is right, most of the Church of Light is a group of hypocrites, the so-called light, pious...... It's just a layer of hidden human skin. ”

"Essentially, you are nothing more than a bunch of shameless humans driven by desire. ”

The ridicule of the second rotten head attracted a lot of attention.

The transcendents who were still watching could almost have imagined how angry Charles I, as the Pope, would fall into when he heard that the "Lord" was so insulted and blasphemed.

But the strange thing is that not only did they see the anger in Charles I's face, including the second rotten head, who was already preparing to bear the "output".

On the contrary, what everyone saw was a strange smile.

Originally, because of his immortal characteristics, he was a little unscrupulous Second Corrupt Head, but at this moment, he felt an unspeakable threat in his heart, and he felt this threat for the second time since he obtained the "immortal" characteristic.

The first time was when he followed Martin Sims into the cataclysmic battlefield.

Without waiting for him to discern what the threat was, or to respond to it, he saw at the same time as the other peepers, Charles I ignored the Second Rotten and Ludwig, and turned directly to look at the two figures surrounded by the "Holy Thorns".

Only one, to be exact.

Raphael!

When the young figure with his head slightly bowed and exuding the supreme clean radiance appeared, Charles I's eyes were almost gone, and only Raphael's figure could be reflected.

He even gave his back to the Second Rotten and Ludwig, and once again he walked towards the Gateway of Heaven and Earth.

At the same time, he spoke in a voice full of compassion and encouragement:

"He who believes in my Lord has no fear. ”

"Boom"

Almost instantly, when Charles I's voice rang out in the city of Mir.

Incredible changes are taking place on the battlefield that has been disintegrated.

Lancelot, the knight of the Holy Judge, who had fallen into self-doubt because of the "Prophetic Truth", woke up in an instant, and the heroic spirit armor covering the surface of his body lit up with silver-white, holy symbols, and a new burst of holy light, and the decaying body glowed with indescribable vitality.

His whole body was releasing the holy light, and the holy sword appeared in his hand again.

Like him, there are bishops, knights, and heavy armor...... They are beginning to recover, even stronger than before.

The aura they reveal has also changed.

Lancelot, who was holding the holy sword, could no longer see the strong desire to kill in his eyes, he seemed to become extremely calm, and his originally high head was slightly lowered, like a knight of glory who was being canonized.

In the next second, he silently swung his holy sword and slashed at a red-robed bishop beside him who still hadn't recovered.

Poof!

The crimson blood splattered on his silver-white armor, slowly dripping.

He bowed slightly to the corpse and said, "May Heaven accept your soul!"

Lancelot's movements seemed to be a signal, and at the same moment, behind the members of the Church who had not yet recovered, the swords of their pious colleagues appeared, and in the light of the Holy Light, they slashed down.

The neat, calm sound resounded through Fort Wilhelm.

"Snort!"

"May Heaven accept your soul!"

"May Heaven ......"

In the gruesome picture, which feels extremely pious and holy, but creepy, the army of light, which has been reduced by at least half of its troops, under the leadership of Lancelot, silently charges towards Fort William.

In front of them, their once intimate companions fell.

At their feet, the corpses of their companions were turning into mud, bright red and erosive mud.

When this holy and bloody scene came into everyone's eyes, time seemed to go back in time, recorded in a large number of ancient books, and the scene of the bloody conquest of the church appeared in everyone's minds.

"The Old World, the Church's Crusade...... Lives are devastated!"

When Tang Qi recalled the corresponding knowledge, he also saw that in the dark light in front of him, the object that Lancelot and the others were charging to kill was not the two figures surrounded by the "Holy Thorns", but the members of the ancient castle who were gathered together to protect them.

From William O'Neill, the director of the bureau, who has become a "paper man", to Jennifer, the external liaison, to the ordinary guards, they all fell into a deep sleep, unaware that the blood-stained sword soldiers were about to slash at them.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the holy prophet who was answering the question of "Raphael", the soft, kind white-haired old man.

But this time, his voice didn't sound.

The old man still bowed down, surrounded by holy thorns, and answered the inquiry of the "Lord" with reverence, as if the "mantra technique" of the right person had exhausted the power of the prophet, or the life of a mortal was not a life.

The army stained with blood and minced flesh broke into William's castle like a ghost, and Lancelot, who was at the forefront, slashed at William O'Neill again, as if out of respect, Lancelot did not slander William's family again this time.

He did not hesitate to cut off O'Neel's head, but at the same time spat out his sincere blessing: "May Heaven accept your ......"

Lancelot's blessing had not yet been fully spitted out, when suddenly a magical portal opened in front of him without warning.

Holy Sword, slash into the portal.

On the fourth floor of the Book Tower, Tang Qi let the holy sword that pierced through the portal slash towards his body that had cast the "Guardian Spell", and there was still a soft and kind voice in his ears, his expression was calm, and his hands quickly cast spells.

When the holy sword and the guardian charm collided with each other and made a muffled sound, a magic portal opened in front of all the members of Fort William.

Before the peepers could see what was on the other end, the Holy Thorns that wrapped around the members were released at the same time, sending them into the portal.

In the secret realm of the island in the middle of the lake, above the quarantine area, one after another figures fell down, and then were quickly engulfed by the white mist.

Tang Qi, who had done all this, did not have the slightest smugness, his body leaned back slightly, and the flames full of spirituality rose out, and without any hesitation, he smashed his fist on the gorgeous, silver-white armor of the Holy Judge Knight who was about to step into the portal.

Boom!

Castle William, the peepers didn't have time to be surprised by the picture of the castle being rescued, and then saw that Lancelot, who was about to break into the other end of the portal, was suddenly smashed in the face by a fist, and in a huge roar, the knight of the Holy Inquisition was smashed and flew out.

However, at that second, some big people peeping at them with special "strange things" heard a crisp sound of fractures and a vague exclamation at the same time.

"What a hard face!"

As soon as the sneer of the transcendents rang out, they had to look at the Thorn Square at the same time.

There, the originally "evenly matched" scene was quickly reversed.

The Second Corrupt Head, and Ludwig, who became one with him, relied on his "immortality" and other disgusting properties to successfully entangle the mighty Charles I in Carthage and prevent him from joining the battlefield of the Castle Bureau.

In everyone's imagination, although Charles I received the "revelation of the Lord of Light", with the blessing of the divinity of light, he almost has combat power beyond the "demigod level".

But his opponents, the second corrupt head is the old monster of the Dark Age, Ludwig is Sims's next-generation disciple, and the two have the help of the "Thorn Suit", unable to defeat Charles I, but there is no problem in entangling him to buy time for the Prophet and Raphael.

But at this moment, the scene of an instant happened, completely subverting this idea.

Taking advantage of Charles I's back, the second rotten head stretched his neck, trying to open the door to the "Rotten Country" again and disgust Charles I again, but before he could open his mouth, another ring on Charles I's red gloves lit up.

It is a modest silver ring engraved with a cross pattern.

In the midst of the radiance, a long sword that seemed to be made of sterling silver and shaped like a "cross" was held in the hand of Charles I.

"Holy relic, sword of punishment. ”

The peeping crowd was in unison, and when the corresponding knowledge appeared in their minds, they also saw Charles I, who did not look back at the second corrupt head who attacked, he just waved behind him casually.

The silvery, pure light, like the soft light of dawn, enveloped the Second Rotten and Ludwig in an instant.

The second rotten head, who was originally laughing and unscrupulous, lost his temper for the first time after perceiving the silver-white brilliance that seemed to be able to deprive him of some divine power, and he opened his mouth quickly, eager to put his fingers into his throat and speed up the vomiting.

There was a wail behind him, but Charles I didn't care.

He didn't care about the second rot from the beginning, and he seemed to be waiting for "Raphael" to appear from the beginning to the end.

The "cross sword" with the strange hilt was held by him, and he slashed a sword behind him, and immediately slashed in front of him.

The Lord said,

"Thorns are sin!"

"Whew!"

In the soft light released by the cross sword, the thorn garment shattered, and the crown of thorns was also split in half in the light, and fell silently.

The next moment, he stepped into the portal and descended on Mirhuang City.

The sudden change in the scene made everyone fall into horror, and all kinds of thoughts quickly flew into their minds.

"Is this the original strength of Charles I?"

"He was just waiting for Raphael to appear from the beginning, and he was pestered on purpose before?"

"His target is Rafael. ”

As if to confirm these ideas, the place where Charles I came was directly inside the quaint castle.

Dressed in gorgeous and majestic golden robes, wearing blood-like red shoes, red gloves, and wearing a "crown of light", he also trampled on the flesh and blood of the red-robed bishops, knights, and nuns, and walked step by step to the two figures in the deepest part of the ancient castle.

The holy thorns that hindered and surrounded were destroyed in the murmur of "thorns are sin."

He approached quickly, and the silver-white cross sword was about to slash towards Raphael, who was shrouded in light, but was still "confused".

It was at this moment that the old man finally moved.

Endless holy thorns arose, guarding Raphael and sending him to the void.

Both the Holy Prophet and Jerome, the old man of MH-046, trampled down the thorns and greeted Charles I step by step.

Our Lord said,

"Whoever kills with the sword will die by the sword. ”

In a soft voice, Charles I jerked up his hand, and the cross sword slashed at his neck. But at the moment when he cut his skin and stained it with blood, he stopped.

The old man was closer to Charles I, and the voice came again.

"The blood of the innocent is the poison of the killer. ”

When the words fell, Charles I's expression suddenly turned red, quickly turned purple, breathing seemed to become difficult, his eyes, nose, and the corners of his mouth began to flow red blood, and a strong man above the "demigod level" seemed to be about to be poisoned under the watchful eyes of everyone.

MH-046 approached Charles I, his expression compassionate, his palm reaching into the Pope's bulging eyes, and said softly, "My lord said ......"

"Whew!"

The crossed sword, the bladeless blade pierced the old man's heart.

The silvery, clean light began to melt the old man's body little by little.

The Lord said,

"Prophet, die by my sword. ”

I don't know when Charles I, who has returned to normal, said to the old man in front of him indifferently.

Boom! Boom!

The peepers, who had thought that they would no longer be surprised if they were numb, looked at the holy prophet who was being pierced through his body by the holy relic "Sword of Punishment" and was disappearing rapidly, and they could not contain the shock in their hearts at all, and their minds churned wildly.

Charles I didn't pull out his crosssword, nor did he go past the old man, he just looked at MH-046, his eyes showed an extremely complicated look, everyone seemed to see the roar of the stormy waves, the disappointment after the shattering of the faith, and the desire to kill after being betrayed .......

The transcendents who watched this "civil war" vaguely knew what kind of pope Charles I was at this moment.

A hoarse, cold voice spat out of his mouth.

Thorn Says:

"I have made a covenant with my brother, and all glory to the light. ”

"Boom"

Charles I's "earth-shattering question" was not addressed to the Holy Prophet, but to the "Raphael" above the void, surrounded by holy thorns.

He is questioning the gods, the real gods.

ps: Four thousand words, I haven't set up a flag for too long, fat fool forced myself, tomorrow I will resume two watches, I can't do it, welcome everyone to the book review area to hammer me.