At the same time, inside the chapel.

A young priest named "Alex" took the little hand of the silver-haired girl and stood in front of the huge cross.

At this critical moment when the battle was about to break out, I saw that he just turned his head very casually, smiled also casually, and asked Serra a very casual question.

"What do you think?"

He then asked, pointing to the huge, but empty, cross.

Serra frowned slightly, and then fell into a brief silence.

She didn't expect the other party to ask such a seemingly inexplicable question as soon as she came up.

Although the debate over whether or not to place a crucifix on the cross has become one of the most well-known issues in the doctrinal debate between Catholicism and Protestantism.

But in the face of this situation, being suddenly asked such a question by the other party still made Sierra instinctively have a strong sense of disobedience.

Although, in the usual sense, it is not wrong for a young Protestant priest to ask this question to a "guest" who has come from afar from the Holy See.

But given the tension between the two sides, and the fact that the other side has already killed one of his companions, it would seem very inappropriate to discuss this question of metaphysical "theology" again.

Since he couldn't figure out what the other party wanted, Serra replied coldly according to his understanding of this question:

"There is no 'God' there, and I don't see the fear it deserves there, which proves that your so-called Protestantism has gone astray."

"Oh, if that is the case, are all your 'gods' crucified like this?"

I saw a white glow on Alex's one-sided eyes, and then continued to ask with interest.

"Of course not, our 'God' is in heaven."

Serra's tone was colder, apparently annoyed that the other party had seized on the logical loopholes in her words.

"Oh, you are 'on earth' and he is 'in heaven', so your 'God' has forsaken you?"

Alex's lips still had the faint smile on his lips, but in Serra's eyes, there was a lot more unclear and irony.

Sierra is an extremely cold person, and this indifference is reflected not only in her indifference to her interactions with others, but also in her own indifference to people and things.

She almost never loses her temper, doesn't cry, and doesn't laugh.

Unless necessary, when she faces others, people will always see her unchanging poker face, like the pre-Renaissance frescoes and sculptures on the walls of the Holy See.

But at this moment, she changed, and she was really angry with the young pastor in front of her, who also had a faint smile on his face.

She became hysterical and angry, and like most of the angry girls, she asked rhetorically:

"And where is your god?!"

At this moment, the young priest smiled.

But at this moment, he took off the mask called "false", and he smiled brightly, laughed freely, laughed sincerely and satisfied.

I saw the young priest touching the hair of the silver-haired girl, and in the other party's ignorant gaze, he said extremely gently:

"My 'god', of course, is here."

"Presumptuous!"

With a loud shout, Serra took the lead when she knew it was not good for her.

She can sit down with the other person to discuss doctrinal disputes, and she can allow the other person to question her faith to a certain extent, but she can never allow the other person to slander her faith so much.

"Compare the girl in front of you to a 'god'? Are you kidding! All those who uphold these sinful thoughts, damn it! ”

At this moment, boundless anger had flooded the humanoid angel's heart.

I saw that she drew the big sword she was carrying behind her back, and slashed towards the other party's neck.

Divine Word: Holy Light Impact!

At that moment, she saw the six light wings behind her bloom like a peacock opening the screen, causing her whole person to turn into a blazing white light, crashing into Alex who was close at hand.

In the face of this violent blow, he saw that Alex pouted imperceptibly, obviously disappointed by the other party's "petty family".

But even he didn't have the same relaxed attitude when he killed Martin Scorsese when he killed it.

I saw him take half a step back, raise his fist to his waist, and suddenly spun his hair, and with a powerful right straight fist, he shook straight at the blade of Serra's extremely fast sword.

The moment the fist and the blade touched, even the air froze for 0.5 seconds.

Then, a ripple visible to the naked eye rippled from between the fist and the sword, and quickly formed a violent wind, blowing away the tables, stools, and other items near the two of them.

When she saw this result, Serra's pupils shrank, her heart was shocked, and her heart sank to the bottom.

Obviously, he was the first to make the move, and it was clear that the other party didn't seem to have any skills at all, but the result of this blow was only a tie, and there was a little monster with unpredictable strength next to him......

"Even if Alexia and Alvette are both here, will the victory or defeat be only between five and five? It seems that if you have to do it, you can only use 'that trick' in the end. ”

Serra muttered inwardly.

But I saw the young pastor named "Alex" shake his right hand, which was a little sore, and said:

"Hey, I said you Christians really are, can you listen to people finish talking......"

Serra just replied to him coldly:

"We're enemies, aren't we?"

"Yes."

Alex thought for 1 second, then finally answered.

"Or will you show mercy to my men?"

Serra frowned and asked.

"Of course not."

The young priest spread his hands and said helplessly.

"In that case, what else do we have to say, or do you like to tell stories to a dead man before he dies?"

Alex also understood at this time, whether it was her death or "he" death, for a dead person, the act of telling him a story before he died was absurd and meaningless, because death would only take the "story" to the grave.

"Well, you won, I was going to tell you who set up this game right now."

The young pastor shrugged helplessly, but unexpectedly, the sleeve was grabbed by the silver-haired girl.

I saw her blink her big eyes and ask with a thoughtful expression, "Alex, Alex, do you like her?" ”

In the midst of Alex's astonished gaze, the little girl added without any scheming:

"Well, it's the kind of love that goes with her and then has a baby."

"Ha ???!!!"

Alex was shocked, even if he had always been calm and calm, he showed a shocked look at this time, and Serra, who was unwilling to leave him, had already blushed.

"Huh? Isn't it? But when you usually face the enemy, you are not so wordy. ”

After that, the little girl seemed to suddenly remember something, formed a fist with her right hand, knocked it on the palm of her left hand and said:

"Oh, by the way, for example, when you just killed that lewd uncle, didn't you settle the battle in two moves?"

Aurora still blinked her big innocent eyes and continued to mend the knife: "Uh, Alex, if you want to have a baby with her, then I can reluctantly stop eating her." ”

However, it was a chestnut slap that answered her.

"What have you been thinking about all day, little brain! By the way, who did you learn all these dirty and dirty thoughts from? I'm going to kill him! Yes! Yes! Yes! ”

Alex's heart was undoubtedly crazy at this time, but someone who was even more crazy than him had already lowered his head and brewed an even more terrifying aura.

"You, you heretics, I'm fighting with you!"