If Ryan had read the book of Master York Newton, he would have understood why the Tower of Babel existed.

In the same way, he would understand why the newly born creature of the Realm was expanding, why it was constantly moving forward, and if he could, he could even sweep the entire human world, for the simple reason that he was hungry and thirsty.

The population of Rock Village is too sparse, and in addition, after the white mist is generated, it is controlled by the Holy Temple, and the sacred factor in the magic circle makes him uncomfortable, so he has been confined to Rock Village, confined to the stream, and lives by absorbing the free energy between heaven and earth.

After all, he's an omnivore and can eat anything.

Just as he was about to show his strength, he didn't expect Ryan to appear.

So, under Ryan's plan, he went the other way.

A few minutes ago, the real world.

Father Alfonso was standing on a high slope looking this way, and the black and white mist was moving towards this side like a hill, and it stopped for a moment when it met the holy white light.

Father Alfonso looked at the huge cross towering in the air, at the brilliant divine light, and his expression was extremely solemn.

Father Goodwin is the first line of defense, and how long this line of defense will hinder the Realm determines his next move.

If the hindrance lasts longer, then he will turn around and chase after the large army, and set up a second line of defense farther away, if Father Goodwin cannot hinder the monster in front of him for a long time, he can only stay, set up a second line of defense here, buy time for the large army, as the shepherd of God, the guardian of humanity, this is his destiny.

He will rejoice, he will rejoice, and he will usher in the last moment of his life.

Then, the fog filled, and the white light became fragmented under the fog, and the huge cross crumbled and became illusory, just a shallow touch, as if it would disappear at any moment.

"Lord, Lord Almighty!"

Father Alfonso knelt on one knee, holding the scriptures in one hand and the cross around his neck in the other, looking up to the sky and shouting.

As a true believer, at this time, he is not praying for God to come down and save him, to live to save all this, he believes that no matter what difficulties and dangers he encounters, no matter how many demons and monsters he has in front of him, in fact, these are the tests that God has given him, and he must rely on his own strength to face, to overcome, to sacrifice, only in this way can he be able to fall into the arms of the Lord.

Then he saw the Light.

Sacrifice!

This is a divine technique that every transcendent of the Templars is familiar with, and it is the attitude of the Last Judgment, and it is clear that Father Goodwin has gone to the last step, and he has chosen to sacrifice himself.

In this regard, Father Alfonso was very calm.

The true pious never shouts, never hesitates to waver, he only faces all this quietly.

Next, it will be yourself!

The divine light shines on the heavens and the earth, and wherever it passes, it cannot be stopped.

The massive monster was so shattered by the white light that it looked like a pile of extremely tattered cotton wool.

Unfortunately, that monster was too large, its body was as wide as ten miles, and its height was like a small mountain, and although the divine light had caused damage to him, it could only bring pain, but it could not fatal him.

When the light dissipated, the monster moved forward again.

He swept towards the place where Father Alfonso was, and everywhere he went, the plants and trees lost their life, after all, he was an omnivore, he was not a picky eater, and of course, the best food for him was always the vitality and spirit of the human being.

However, he was moving much slower than before.

Is this Father Goodwin?

In Father Alfonso's opinion, it was Father Goodwin's work, and thanks to his final blow, the monster seemed to be a little struggling, and it seemed that it had been badly damaged.

It's just that he was a little hesitant.

It stands to reason that it won't!

In the Templar, the black-clothed priest is the foundation, and the number of black-clothed priests with sleeves trimmed is extremely wide, so to speak, the transcendents of all the empires in the Noah continent combined, their number may be able to surpass the Templar.

The red robe is the backbone of the Templar, and there are also quite a few of them.

Until it reached the level of white clothes, the number suddenly dropped and became extremely rare, in this big city in the south of the French Empire, there were two white clothes in the entire Reims City, one was the chief priest of the Holy Cross Church, and the other was hiding in the basement of the church all year round, doing experiments frantically, basically, ignoring the world.

Yes, Father Goodwin is an ascetic, and among the red-robed bishops of Reims, he is one of the most powerful in combat, and the lethality caused by his sacrifice of his faith must be extremely powerful, but is it necessary to make this monster what it is now?

In short, Father Alfonso was a little puzzled.

That's not the point, though.

The point is how to deal with this monster next, it seems that the only way to sacrifice at the beginning is to be able to cause damage to this monster, and in addition, no matter what you do, it is impossible to have the slightest effect on this guy.

Come on!

Alfonso looked into the distance, his gaze resolute.

His whole person was filled with the breath of a martyr, tragic and peaceful......

However, this aura soon dissipated.

Suddenly, his mouth opened wide, his eyes widened, his whole face twitched, and became extremely distorted, panting like a cow, and his whole body trembled, as if he were in a seizure of epilepsy.

I don't know how long it took, but he stood up abruptly, trotted forward with the scriptures in his hands.

The bushes were in front of him, and the thorns were at his feet, and he didn't care about it, letting the black robes on his body be broken by the bushes and torn by the thorns, and he ran forward like that.

Over the hillside, over the ravine......

Finally, he stood in front of a cliff, on the slope of a large pit to be exact, and in front of him was a huge sinkhole, a huge sinkhole with a radius of dozens of miles.

At the bottom of the sinkhole, groundwater is slowly springing up, and now the bottom of the pit is a shallow layer of water.

It looks like it won't be long before this becomes a lake.

Alfonso looked up at the sky.

In the western sky, dark clouds rolled in, mixed with the light of thunder and lightning.

Heavy rain!

The rain is about to pour!

In this way, the lake will form faster.

"Lord!"

Alfonso fell to his knees, his hands raised above his head, and cried out in pain and joy towards the sky.

"O Lord Almighty!"

A few minutes ago, the huge monster suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes, without any warning, without any defense, and it was so sudden that he was caught off guard, and only now, was he sure that it was not a hallucination.

What a miracle!

Except God Almighty, no being can do it.