The Bible used by ordinary papal friars is just an ordinary product infused with holy power, but the Bible in the hands of Archbishop Wilson is a part of the Holy See's sacred Bible, and the reason why it is said to be a part is because the Bible has two parts, divided into upper and lower, the upper part has disappeared during the medieval battle, and the non-Bible in his hand is the lower part.

In order for Witt to possess the Holy Sacrament, which is said to be possessed only by the messenger of God, he must use the power of the lower Bible, and in order to obtain this Bible from the Pope, he also spent a great price, all for today's moment.

Archbishop Wilson's body shone brightly, and an angelic phantom appeared above his body, unlike the sacred guardian of the Knight of the Round Table, the angelic phantom condensed by Archbishop Wilson appeared more vivid, as if it was alive.

The angelic phantom flashed in the air, and immediately turned into a streamer of light into the lower part of the Holy Bible.

"Buzz!" The lower part of the Bible immediately emitted a dazzling holy light, and the holy light turned into a series of strange characters falling on the stone bed, and the characters outlined on the stone bed were attracted to emit light, and finally formed a strange pattern, and the pattern fell down and quietly integrated into Chu Meier's body.

At the moment when the pattern was integrated into Chu Meier's body, Archbishop Wilson's face, which was still full of anticipation and excitement, suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Damn, what's going on, God, Witt, what are you going to do?" Looking at the faint light emanating from Chu Meier's body, Archbishop Wilson turned his head angrily and shouted at Witt, his eyes exuding a fierce look like a vicious wolf, which startled Witt, who was accustomed to Archbishop Wilson's gentle side.

"Archbishop Wilson. What the hell is going on. Witt steadied himself. He asked, a little surprised.

Archbishop Wilson took a deep breath. Suppressed his anger, he stared at Witt sternly: "Didn't I tell you before, you can't break her body, why don't you listen to me, now that this Huaxia woman's Yuan Yin has been lost, the chance of helping you shape the Holy Body has dropped from the original eighty percent to thirty percent." ”

"If you fail, you're going to die a terrible death." Archbishop Wilson. His eyes shouted coldly, if it weren't for Witt's identity and the fact that he still had a gushing out, he really couldn't help but want to destroy Witt, how many years he had been waiting for this moment, but he didn't expect it to be like this at the last moment.

"What!" Hearing Archbishop Wilson's words, Witt froze in place, looking at Archbishop Wilson with an angry face on his face in disbelief.

racking his brains in his mind, Witt tragically found that he had slept with Chu Meier, and even held hands only a few times. It's all his initiative.

"No way, it's absolutely impossible. I didn't sleep with Chu Mei'er at all, how could she have been broken, Lord Archbishop, did you misjudge. Witt hurriedly shook his head, his expression full of doubts and doubts.

Wilson looked at Witt in surprise, and there was indeed no hint of lying in his expression.

"Don't you see the light that emanates from her, the stronger this light, the higher the chance of success, and if there is no break, the light is definitely much more dazzling, and now there is only one possibility in this situation, that is, she is no longer a holy virgin." Archbishop Wilson shouted angrily.

Hearing Archbishop Wilson's words, Witt finally determined that he was cuckolded by Chu Meier, of course, this is also in his opinion, after all, the relationship between the two is not a normal boyfriend and girlfriend at all, poor Witt was cuckolded, and I don't know who wore it.

Even if Witt's city government is very high, he can't suppress the anger in his heart at this moment, and his eyes are full of angry resentment when he looks at Chu Mei'er who is lying on the stone bed.

"Wit, there are two choices in front of you now, continue to complete the ritual, but there is only a thirty percent chance of success, and the other seventy percent chance of failure will fail, once you fail, death will be inevitable, and if you choose to give up the ceremony, then you will lose my support, and in the competition for the patriarch, you will be defeated and completely trampled under Sean's feet." Archbishop Wilson said with a cold expression, and there was not a trace of emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

Under Wilson's gaze, the expression on Witt's face was constantly changing, like an uncertain June day, and his heart was also struggling violently.

The two roads are not a good road for Witt, the first road has a large extent, he will lose his life, and the second road, without the support of the Holy See, he will not be able to compete with Sean at all, and in the end he will definitely be trampled under Sean's feet, and maybe he will die a miserable death.

"I'm going to die anyway, fight!" The look of struggle on Witt's face disappeared and was replaced by a look of determination.

Compared with the miserable second way, he would rather fight at this moment, once he succeeds, he will jump into the dragon gate, and if he fails, it will just be a death.

Archbishop Wilson, who had been paying attention to the changes in Witt's expression, nodded with satisfaction, and his expressionless expression once again appeared with that formulaic and kind smile.

"Very well, it looks like you've made your choice, so let's start the ritual now!" Archbishop Wilson smiled at Witt, and walked to the side, his expression revealing a hint of playfulness.

Taking a deep breath, Witt walked towards Chu Mei'er on the stone bed, his eyes revealing a distorted **, and his eyes swept over Chu Mei'er's bumpy figure.

"Damn Huaxia woman, you dare to make me Witt cuckold, now I'll let you taste my Witt's power, so that your life is better than death." Under the huge pressure and anger, a tyrannical ** emerged in Witt's heart, and his lower body involuntarily listened.

Coming to the stone bed, Witt stopped, suppressed the strong **, and turned his head to look at Archbishop Wilson not far behind him with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Archbishop Wilson, could you please evade it?" Witt was embarrassed that he was not in the habit of showing a bed scene in front of others, and now that Archbishop Wilson was here, he felt very uncomfortable.

"The ritual is extremely dangerous, I need to be there to help you, otherwise you won't even have a chance of thirty percent."

"Okay!" Hearing Archbishop Wilson's words, Witt could only nod helplessly, suppressed the uncomfortable feeling, and stretched out his hand towards the clothes on Chu Mei'er's chest lying on the stone bed.

"Boom!" At the moment when Witt's salty pig hand was about to touch Chu Mei'er's chest, a deafening roar suddenly sounded, which frightened Witt and quickly retracted his palm.

"What's going on!" Archbishop Wilson shouted angrily.

The ritual could not be disturbed, and a loud noise like this would definitely make the ritual collapse immediately, how could this not make him angry.

As if in response to Archbishop Wilson's words, another loud roar rang out, and the entire basement that shook shook as if it were about to collapse.

Outside the church, Zhuo Yun and the others surrounded them, except for Zhuo Yun and the others, everyone else was carrying heavy weapons, and the bazookas sprayed flames and bombarded the gunmen arranged in the church, if it weren't for the fact that they didn't hurt Chu Mei'er, these heavy weapons alone could have blasted the entire church into ruins.

"I'll use my ability in a moment to lock on to the location of Witt and the others, and this time I must kill them!" Zhuo Yun glanced at Luo Ge and the others, nodded and closed his eyes, the vitality in his body surged violently, and under the slight twitching of his body, hideous black tattoos appeared on the surface of his body.

In the blink of an eye, the clear sky was covered with black clouds, and dense rain fell from the sky, completely enveloping the entire church, and with the rain falling, the surrounding area was also under Zhuoyun's control.

Rogge and the others present saw the change in the sky in an instant, and they all looked at Zhuo Yun with a shocked face, and they were in awe of the strangeness of Zhuo Yun's ability.

The rain enveloped them all, but not a single drop of rain fell on them, as if there was an invisible shield to protect them in it.

"Found it!" After closing his eyes for a while, Zhuo Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes burst with murderous intent.

The house of the Holy See resisted the fall of rain, but the moisture in the air was everywhere, and the situation inside the church could not escape Zhuo Yun's induction, even if it was a tightly sealed underground secret room, it was still within Zhuo Yun's sensing range, but it was relatively vague.

Through the induction of air moisture, he seemed to see the situation in the underground secret room vaguely, in addition to Witt and Wilson, and Chu Mei'er who was tied to the stone bed.

"They're in a secret room below the church, and they're now out and going up the underground staircase to the top of the church." Zhuo Yun said as he walked towards the inside of the church.

"Bang bang bang!" The remaining gunmen in the church immediately fired wildly at Zhuo Yun, but when the bullets flew out more than a meter in front of him, they seemed to have fallen into a sticky swamp, and their speed became slower and slower, and finally fell weakly to the ground when they were half a meter away.

While resisting the flying bullets, Zhuo Yun waved his hand, and one after another water droplets flew out, each of which had an amazing penetrating power, killing a famous gunman easily.

Now that this church is completely under Zhuo Yun's control, no matter how well these gunmen hide it, they can't escape his senses, and death is just an inevitable thing.

"That's amazing!" Rogge, who followed behind, secretly exclaimed, he was naturally not afraid of these gunmen, but he couldn't be as casual and natural as Zhuo Yun, as if he was not killing people just now, but stretching his waist indifferently. (To be continued......)