In this world, there is a ritual called "please God".

Unlike the superstitious methods advocated in some ancient feudal areas, the so-called invitation to God in the central church is a kind of summoning ceremony in the sense. Professionals call this a "holy descent", but in fact it is a kind of summoning of the gods.

It is said that their ancestors once successfully summoned "gods". The advent of the Holy Descent won the early Church Knights victory in the Frontier War, which lasted for a hundred years.

Today, a hundred years later, the frontier has fallen again, and the central church, which no longer has the concept of "knights" with the development and changes of the times, has once again ushered in the key to survival.

Several cabinet elders stood in a circle with Pope Yemo.

Qin Jiuyuan sat in a wheelchair to form one of the corners of the shape, he seemed to be absent-minded to the naked eye, and his eyes kept glancing outside the conference room. Jemoth whispered and said, "It's your turn, Asafhel." ”

Qin Jiuyuan raised his eyes as if moved, he looked around at the elders and priests with different expressions, and finally raised his hand to take the cross that was handed over.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the former cardinal said softly. "The survival of the Central Church is to be gambled on an ethereal 'descent ceremony'. Do you think this really fits our original purpose? ”

"Al." Yemo did not speak, and the gray-haired old man beside him shouted calmly, and he said:

- "When we ask for the Holy Descent, we believe in God the Father, and if God does not help us, it means that God believes in us. ”

Qin Jiuyuan seemed to be slightly stunned, but after reacting, he chuckled lightly and shook his head in a wheelchair.

He said, "Okay, then I believe you." ”

Yemo's eyebrows jumped, and before he could taste any extraneous meaning from these words, he saw the cardinal, who was in the most critical position of the ritual formation, pick up the tip of the cross and cut it at his pulse, and his face did not change his wrist downward, dripping the gushing blood on the intricate totem that had been drawn temporarily and hastily on the floor.

Drops of blood fell, and the elders and priests present were all famous figures of the Central Church back then, but at this moment they couldn't help but hold their breath, and they didn't even dare to make a sound.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Let thy kingdom come, and let thy commandments be done on earth as they are in heaven. ”

Yemo was the first to close his eyes, clasp his hands together, and utter the Lord's Prayer in an almost whispered voice. Immediately afterwards, the white-haired old man also closed his eyes and did so, and the voices of the two were very small at first, but gradually, as the voices of the relatively young people in the formation were added, they became bright and magnificent.

"I am your sword, your scepter, your flower, and your spear."

"I will fight, and I will die with the flesh forged by the Presence and the Lamentations. I will resist, and the roses that grow out of the barren and barren are the fusos that bloom from my breast. ”

"My Father, may you be crowned in the church forever. What I did was not for you, but for the upper part of the petals. ”

And if one opens one's eyes at this time, one person will find that in the whole solemn ceremony, there is one person who has never closed his eyes and prayed as they did.

Qin Jiuyuan leaned on the wheelchair and lowered his eyelids and lowered his eyebrows at this scene, obviously he was sitting, but his expression looked a little arrogant. Such a look almost never appeared on the face of the cardinal of St. Canaan, who was always gentle and kind, as if he had a heart that could contain all things.

The man moved his body to hold down the bleeding wrist, but in an instant, he pulled his left leg, which had just undergone amputated limb repair surgery. He hissed in some pain, thinking that he would simply be out of sight and out of mind, but after thinking of something, he still patiently wrapped up the wound on his wrist little by little.

When he had done all this, he raised his eyes again to see the crowd who were reciting the Lord's Prayer over and over again.

Beads of sweat had begun to form on Yemo's face, and the elders around him didn't look much better. Although everyone kept saying, "If the Father believes in us, we will solve it ourselves, and it is a big deal to go out and fight Heckel", in fact, everyone knows that the best outcome is to be able to successfully summon the gods.

Otherwise, blood and war will once again sweep across the entire continent, and all those shrouded in the light of the Holy Light will not be spared.

"What kind of garbage is this mess......"

Qin Jiuyuan sat in his wheelchair and muttered to himself for a while, but fortunately, the other clergy chanted loudly enough, and he didn't hear the rebellious words in his mouth for the time being.

"Tsk, I found it."

The man who was in a wheelchair and didn't know how to settle moved his hands and feet, he patted his leg and got up with a very chic and handsome movement, and the next second he fell back into the wheelchair because of the weakness of his left leg.

Staring at the broken leg silently for a while, Qin Jiuyuan's face was gloomy, and finally there was no way, so he retreated and slid to the center of the formation with a wheelchair in his hand.

"Come out to work, glory."

He said.

……

“…… Then I'll kill you the same way now and see if you'll do my point. ”

Zhao Yigui didn't have any superfluous emotions on his face when he said this, and smiled lightly, as if he was saying something like "Do you want to go out to eat together at noon today?" Qiu Xuan ignored him, because he knew that the more he dealt with him with this dead perverted character, the more energetic he became.

The short knife in her hand once again grazed Zhao Yigui's ear, since returning from the prison trial ground, she has not faced this level of strength oppression for a long time, although it is not the true body of the Dominator, but it is enough to drink a pot.

Zhao Yigui didn't pay much attention to it at all, and he didn't fight her all at once, and it looked like he was joking.

"Qiu Xuan," he seemed to sigh slightly. "Is it because your ability has regressed, or have you been so busy trying to live that you don't have time to train yourself? If you want to point the tip of the knife at me, you have to at least show some decent skills, so what's that? ”

The next second his words landed, the withered bones of the undead swarmed into his face. Zhao Yigui raised his eyebrows, and with a clench of his fingers, he actually choked the neck of one of the spirits out of thin air.

"Don't forget who's the master."

The liquid metal on his hand instantly transformed, and the original short knife turned into a round ring lock, which was wrapped around Qiu Xuan's front and wrist to firmly stuck the right hand holding the knife inside. "What are you thinking, using my abilities against me, huh?"

Qiu Xuan's mind instantly sprung up: You dare to use the spell I created against me, Potter?

So Zhao Yigui is still Snape.

- Don't insult Snape, death deserves it?

Inappropriate divergent thinking interrupted Qiu Xuan's train of thought again, the nerves at the corners of her mouth twitched, forcing herself to come back to her senses, she simply unloaded her strength and didn't struggle much, and hit her backhand with a misty palm towards the position that was close at hand.

The purple-black mist didn't have a chance to touch Zhao Yigui's body, because the next second, Qiu Xuan's only hand that could move was also intercepted. Zhao Yigui squinted his eyes and looked at it for a moment before he said, "I remember that this is the ability of the dog that was deceived and raised, right?" Why, you still have a connection with Him, and you are so fond of collecting the rags from these strange things? ”

"I think you're more dog than a nightmare."

Qiu Xuan sneered unceremoniously, and the latter did not get angry, but smiled again with that kind of confusion, leaned forward and approached the changing and divergent mist body on his palm.

"Don't you admit it's a rag? Then I wouldn't mind showing you it myself. ”

As he spoke, he shook his palm and slapped the violet-black fireworks into his body. Qiu Xuan frowned and stared for a while, trying to command a scattered spirit body to quietly touch and lean over, and when the two were completely nailed into each other's bodies, she actually felt a pool of stagnant water like a mud cow entering the sea, and she couldn't feel the slightest familiar controllable connection.

"What am I talking about?"

Zhao Yigui looked down at her again, "A dog is just a dog after all, no matter how smart you are, you can't become the owner." Qiu Xuan, I originally watched you steal my ability little by little, and I thought you were quite discerning, but I didn't expect you to be able to accept this kind of thing. ”

If the person who said this in front of him at this moment was another executioner, Qiu Xuan would most likely not argue with him, but directly beat the person.

The problem is that the person who speaks is a descended ruler, and even if he doesn't want to admit it, the truth is that the difference between the two is like a moat, and he really can't do anything to him.

Fart.

The temperature at the base of the knuckles became hotter and hotter, and Qiu Xuan was silent for a while with her eyelashes down, and her appearance seemed to outsiders to be lonely who dared to be angry and did not dare to speak. Dozens of seconds later, she suddenly moved her wrist from the shackles of sharp liquid metal, raised her head, and smiled with a little genuine emotion on her face.

"A garbage man is just a garbage man after all, no matter how much he pretends to be a human dog, he can't become a human. Zhao Yigui, to be honest, I only now found out that the arrogance of the original rulers is all passed down in the same vein, but some people's arrogance is not used in the right place at all. ”

She looked up, and the smile on her face didn't spread much into her eyes.

"Have you ever heard of summoning a 'god'?"

“……”

A startling, blinding white light erupted from a small conference room in the central church next door, and there seemed to be a whispered chorus of indistinguishable chants in my ears, which sounded like the soft chanting of the divine messengers in the canon. Even some hunters with blood on their hands couldn't help but stop, their faces as if they were intoxicated.

With the faint golden holy light in the white, a figure gradually walked out of it.

- Uh, I can't say go, I should have slipped out.

For a while, everyone's eyes in the hall were focused on this, and there seemed to be a clergyman in the crowd who didn't control his emotions and exclaimed, trembling: "Holy Descent!" After reacting, he quickly covered his mouth knowing that he was speechless, but it was too late, and everyone heard his shout.

"How could it be ......"

"Is that legend in the canon true?"

"That's really...... Is it God the Father? ”

The so-called "Father" slid out of the wheelchair with a stinky face, his lips moved imperceptibly, as if he wanted to curse, and seeing that the crowd was gathered here now, he didn't say much, so he closed his mouth again.

Glancing at the black-haired girl standing on the side, her stinky face softened a little, and when she looked down and saw the figure of a well-known garbage man, it turned dark again.

"The ceremony was a success." Qin Jiuyuan tried his best to maintain his cardinal character, but those who were familiar with him could detect his somewhat hard tone as soon as he heard it. "Father...... It is wonderful that the God of Light has come, the sin has gone away, and everyone has been saved. ”

Qiu Xuan: "......"

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Zhao Yigui: "......"

Other Executioners: "......"

This was inevitably a little too stiff, as if the God of Light behind him was holding the AK against Qin Jiuyuan's back and forcing him to announce this result.

The corners of Qiu Xuan's eyes twitched for a moment, and then she remembered something, and looked in that direction with her pupils slightly constricted.

Qin Jiuyuan noticed the sight, he paused in his wheelchair, and began to change his face in front of everyone, once again assuming the image of the benevolent bishop who cares about the world. One by one, he smiled back at the eyes of the crowd who looked at the church, and when he finally turned in this direction, his eyes bent in an imperceptible arc, and he smiled very gently towards the opposite side.

Qiu Xuan didn't have any emotion on his face, and the scorching temperature under his left chest was hot.

"Asafir."

Suddenly, it was Zhao Yigui who broke everyone's suspicion and suspicion. He suddenly withdrew all the liquid metal, adjusted his facial expression, and suddenly changed back to the "Heckel".

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you clearly," he leaned forward in a listening gesture. "Excuse me, are you talking ...... Has the God of Light come? ”

"The ceremony was a success."

Qin Jiuyuan retracted his gaze, a thick darkness surged under his eyes, and the next second it tended to be peaceful again. "As I said earlier, the Divine Descent Ceremony was a success, and the God of Light was already aware of the next move."

Zhao Yigui shook his shoulders and began to laugh.

"But I remember someone saying that our voices don't reach the Templar at all." He took a few quick steps forward, "How can there be information equivalence between us and the great and noble Father? God the Father is supposed to be forever high in the church, and He doesn't need to know our minds at all. ”

"But if someone chooses to summon it, that's fine."

Qin Jiuyuan said calmly, "How do you know that the Father God will not care about things below the Holy Hall...... With people, what about generating 'thoughts'? ”

Qiu Xuan's heart jumped, and suddenly she seemed to faintly grasp some thoughts, but it was soon fleeting.

She was sure she hadn't had any problems with her previous memory, it was just ...... Is there really something about her that she has forgotten in the depths of her memory?

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