The prison crumbled, and the unfettered light erupted and faded. A huge ruin appeared on the ground in a radius of several kilometers, as if it had left a black wound in the city. The aftermath gradually spread, spreading throughout the city and beyond, between the brightly lit high-rise buildings, countless people panicked, car accidents on the roads were frequent, several main roads had been completely blocked, and chaos was everywhere.

Sun Suhe looked at the chaos from the air condescendingly, and he wanted to rush over immediately to stop the chaos that broke out everywhere, but he knew that if he did so, no matter how desperate he tried, it would only be a headache and a pain, and in order to completely solve everything, he had to go straight to the root of this chaos, and that was the mastermind behind the Kedarshan Retreat. Sun Suhe restrained the worry in his heart and calmly deliberated, "Based on Lao Yu's analysis, we are now in the death gate of a giant magic circle, so where will the key life gate be?"

Alice looked at the lights of the thousands of homes and the crowd of people running and shouting, and this condescending angle made her suddenly have an inspiration and finally figured out one thing, "I understand what the mastermind behind the scenes is using as the cornerstone to set up the formation." ”

"What is it?" asked Sun Suhe.

"It's human. Each believer is a node, and the believers scattered all over the city have unknowingly become the basic unit of the array. No wonder the people of the twenty-second round didn't notice it at all before the opponent launched. ”

Sun Suhe's eyes lit up, "That means that if we look at the situation of the victims who are under the surveillance of the 22nd Bureau, we may be able to deduce from them the current position of the mastermind behind the Kida Mountain Retreat." ”

"The possibilities are high. Let's go down and ask Lao Yu. Alice said and prepared to take Sun Suhe to the ground together, but at this moment, a sudden change occurred in the sky.

Except for the large area where Su He was located was completely cleansed, looking around, the rest of the sky was full of snowflake-like silver-white light, and at this time, all the silver-white light seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, rushing towards a core point like a storm.

Alice and Sun Suhe looked in that direction, and in a remote place on the outskirts of the city in the distance, they could see the silver-white holy light penetrating the sky, and in the blink of an eye, a hurricane of light was formed, and the snowflake-like light was overwhelmingly thrown into the hurricane from all directions, adding terrifying power endlessly every second, and the compulsion could be felt even if it was far away.

Sun Suhe took a slight breath, "It seems that there is no need to ask Lao Yu, let's go to the center of the hurricane to meet the shy friend who is still holding the pipa and half-covering his face." ”

Alice smiled coldly, "I can't wait to see the true face of this mastermind." Watch out, I'm going to be fast. ”

"How are you recovering?" asked Sun Suhe.

"It was too messy before, and it was a little weak, but now, I'm in great shape. Before Alice could finish speaking, the air suddenly exploded, and the deafening explosion did not stop, and she and Sun Suhe had already rushed straight towards the center of the hurricane of light.

The three of Professor Flodenberg had just approached the factory, and before they could actually make a move, a huge shock erupted from the middle of the factory without warning. The entire factory, including many nearby warehouses, was destroyed and razed to the ground in an instant. A hurricane of light that swept through the heavens and the earth took shape and grew in size in a few breaths, and its power continued to grow at an alarming rate.

Professor Flodenberg was horrified not by the terrible sight, but by the meaning behind it, and he finally knew what the damn creature was planning.

Mr. Ichiha hovered steadily in the air, this was the center of the hurricane, countless strong lights of faith were rushing and whistling around, only the place where he was was calm, silent, and unrelenting, where the extreme movement and the extreme silence were divided and merged.

Tan Xuanling didn't cry or make trouble, he floated quietly in front of Mr. Yiye, a pair of big black and round eyes looked at Mr. Yiye curiously, his mouth opened with a smile, and his saliva flowed. His hands clenched unconsciously, and a golden page floated above his two small hands.

The golden pages looked hazy, like smoke and mist, like an illusory phantom, and the words on the paper were also vague, like faded old books. This golden page is the embodiment of the flood of faith.

The zealots of the Kidarsan Retreat who were prostrate on the ground in the original venue had all died by this time. Their spiritual thoughts are integrated with their lives in the golden pages.

And in the very center of the golden page, it seems to be empty, but in fact it is a little empty, which is a point that breaks through the limitations of time and space, contains infinite mysteries, and is connected with the "canon".

Mr. Yiye smiled at Tan Xuanling, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "It's really a pure heart." ”

However, the spell in his hand did not stop for a moment, and while the hurricane of light absorbed the power of faith and grew stronger, it was also compressed and condensed under the control of Mr. Yiye, turning into strips of dazzling holy light essence and merging into the golden pages. The texture of the golden pages slowly and steadily moves from an ethereal phantom to a real paper.

Knowing the terrible consequences of allowing this hurricane of light to continue, Professor Flodenberg reverently proclaimed his name, drew a cross on his chest, and solemnly raised his left hand.

Where he was staring, a scar from the palm of his left hand that extended to his forearm suddenly appeared without warning, and red blood slowly flowed out of the wound with a certain solemnity.

Legend has it that when Jesus was crucifixed, he was wounded in five places, including his hands, feet, and ribs, and the Holy Blood flowed from these five wounds to cleanse the sins of the world. Occasionally, in the very rare case of the faithful in the afterlife, the same wounds on the body as those of the Lord are called "stigmata" and are said to have incredible power.

"George!" called Professor Flodenberg softly. Two grizzled figures burst out of the ruins and instantly arrived beside Professor Flodenberg.

Professor Flodenberg saw that although the two of them were a little embarrassed, they were not injured, he nodded with satisfaction, and then said in a deep voice: "Fourth. ”

"Fourth, do you want to use that trick?" asked Nair Stingal.

"Let's get started. ”

Professor Flodenberg raised his left hand high and aimed it at a point in the center of the hurricane, blood pouring out of the stigmata and drawing a shocking red trail along his arm. But Professor Flodenberg's face was not painful, but rather calm and indifferent, full of divine solemnity.

He whispered a mantra full of strange rhythms, the language of which seemed so obscure that the professor stumbled at first, but he soon became fluent. George and Nair glanced at each other, nodded heavily, and recited complementary sentences.