The attack of "unknown" has not yet come, and the vast sea-like fluctuations of holy power have already been transmitted first.

The curtain of blood that shrouded the sky was easily pierced through a large hole, and then quickly dissipated.

The projection of the evil god Purcell felt the pure white blazing light earlier than Princeton, and during the passionate "opera" performance, his face instantly stiffened, as if he was wearing a false mask.

Apparently, the familiar and unforgettable smell reminded him of the "tragic" experience of a long time ago.

As a great being who is a half-human and half-god, there are few things that can make him care in this material world where the true god cannot come, but... That light is one of them!

"Is it the means left by the minions of the 'false god'?"

More than 100 years ago, it was defeated and sealed by the angels descending from the Black Iron Cross Church, and the sacrifice of the Wells family began to plan the layout eight years ago, and now after nearly ten years of preparation, it is not easy to infiltrate part of the power.

What he didn't expect was that after such a long time, there were still special means for himself in the local church, and at this time, he was naturally a little worried about the restraint left by his old opponent.

At a huge price and for a long time, sending only a projection of less than one-tenth of the power of the body, Percell was not prepared to take risks easily, he could not afford to fail again.

"Hehehe! The curtain call ceremony will be sent together next time!"

Seeing that only a very small number of sailors on the sea were temporarily affected by his own ability, and that the city had not even been affected by his own power, he could only snort coldly when he was dissatisfied, 'Thank the gods for their mercy!'

At this time, Purcell still maintained the grace of an opera performer, bowing gently in mid-air for a curtain call, and then his ostentatious figure peeled off and faded in the air like a weathered mural.

It may not take a second for Him to flee completely, and then come back years later to present a grand "tragedy" to the city once again!

Buzz –

But at this moment, the space in which Percell was located suddenly froze! The already dim figure quickly returned to its original state!

A pure white circular space quietly opened up here, as if the whole world was only black and white, and the rest of the world was shiny white, except for Percell's own body, which was as black as ink.

The outside of the space is black and white.

Surrounded by solemn chants and holy feathers of light, a slightly illusory angelic shadow has spread its huge snow-white wings and quietly enveloped the space, and in his hand, a dazzling weapon that makes it impossible to look at it is slowly piercing.

"Not good!"

By the time Percell truly realized that the attack had come, he found himself locked up like a little bug wrapped in amber.

Transcendents are often not judged by their combat effectiveness, and the gods are naturally even more so. Although his overall strength was far superior to that of mortals, he only possessed infinite power in his own divine position or realm, but in other aspects, he was only slightly stronger than the fourth order.

The loss of the first move made his situation suddenly passive, after all, the power to block space is not in his field of expertise.

"Hehehe, you don't want to stop me again!"

Percell knew that the angel who had sealed himself in the first place could not come again in such a short period of time, and the church here could not afford to pay that price. If it's just a weapon left by an angel, even if it's just a projection now, it's not like it's without the power to fight.

Although he is more of an evil careerist who stands behind the scenes and commands than a warrior who is skilled in combat, as the god at the apex of power in this world, he is not without the means to deal with it.

Moment.

The stiff, ostentatiously dressed neutral figure began to change.

Fat and rude middle-aged men, graceful and beautiful ladies, wise old men, lively and lovely children, solemn justices, thieves and so on.

All the characters present in the stage appear and then collapse in turn, and the sacrifice of each image can only last for a short time, but it allows him to temporarily break free from his confinement and escape a certain distance.

This is his mythological form, the concept of the "opera performer" composed of the kaleidoscopic stage images he once played, and the core of his divinity.

No being who has attained immortal divinity is to be underestimated!

No one knows how many vivid stage images the god who created the performance form of opera has had, and relying on the consumption of this source of power, it really makes Purcell get closer to the outside of the black and white space.

Click-

Obviously, the space blockade achieved by mortals through the appliance failed to form a closed loop, and there were still loopholes, and after Percell moved to the edge of space, it only took a few stage images again to break the blockade of the space barrier and break free!

"Whew... Whew..."

Although he managed to get out of trouble, Purcell's face was so ugly that he couldn't even care about the weird laughter that he had been maintaining.

The exaggerated image of the opera singer is only his human body, and the mythological form is his essence, but just a short distance of more than ten meters just now has made him consume nearly two-thirds of the origin of the gods.

If you can't perform several large-scale evil sacrifices in a short period of time, this part of the power will never be recovered.

However, the wisdom of the gods made him not mean to speak cruelly in the slightest, and as soon as he got out of trouble, his body began to become illusory again, and it was obvious that he would flee again without saying a word...

"The Steam Fortress main cannon fire !!"

A loud thunderous voice on the surface of the sea made Him look down.

"What's that?" A dazzling blazing white light suddenly lit up on the sea beneath his feet, filling his vision.

Boom –

"No ——!!!"

Looking at Percell, who was bombarded back into the black and white space by a main cannon, he met the bright tip of the spear pierced by the angel's shadow head-on, and there was no extra strength to resist, and it exploded into flying ash with a "bang"!

Only a small particle of light, but more brilliant than gold, was controlled by an invisible force, and gently floated down into the golden bottle held high in the hand of a tall and graceful figure.

"Benedict Sr. has done a good job, the position of Bishop of the Diocese of Faletis is yours. Standing at the bow of the ship, Principal Princeton, who had just made a divine assist, really smiled from the bottom of his heart after the dust had settled.

After all, he was facing a fifth-order demigod standing at the apex of the power of the main material world, even if it was just a projection, even if he had made all the preparations, no one dared to say that he was 100% sure.

Restricting the supernatural powers above the second order from joining the search for the "killer ghosts", restricting the intervention of formal wizards with more abundant means and abilities, constantly giving the 'Dead Soul Box' opportunities, and even stepping on the key nodes to save the scene, until he witnessed the arrival of the evil god projection, the old man waited for this moment.

First of all.

Using the hand of the church to weaken the power of some evil gods, just the death of this one projection can make this restless guy for at least a hundred years. Otherwise, even if it is eliminated in advance, the evil god can still find another opportunity to throw out two, three, or even more, to cure the symptoms but not the root cause.

In addition, the power of the god-given weapon "Holy Lance Durandal" was consumed in this battle, and it is impossible to restore the power of this "reverse slashing god" without a long period of worship in the future.

The relationship between the parties is both cooperation and confrontation, and the natural antagonism between the Wizarding Society and the Orthodox Church will not change because of temporary cooperation, and the thorns on the back are pulled out at once, how can Princeton not be happy?

And even if the church didn't act as agreed, he would have enough back-up to deal with it, but after this crisis in the city, it was the church's turn to deal with the crisis of trust among the people.

However, since the results are perfect, the follow-up plan can be permanently sealed. And His Excellency Bishop, who has cooperated with all this, deserves what he wants.

What's more, the old man looked at the golden bottle held in the hand of Her Royal Highness the Queen behind him, and his mood became more and more happy, all the price he had paid before was worth it!

The evil god projection appeared on the stage, and the audience was intimidated, but there was no trace.

Purcell, who had already disappeared, could not have imagined that his actions had long been calculated and killed by a group of humble mortals, and no matter what choice he made, there was more than one set of contingency plans waiting for him.

From beginning to end, He was nothing more than a bargaining chip for the exchange of interests between mortals...

Hehe... A self-proclaimed great god?

"Your Excellency, confirm that the projection of the evil god Percell has completely dissipated, and the seal shows no signs of reopening!"

In Newinn Cathedral, after a temporary ritual was held to stimulate the god-given weapon "Holy Lance Durendal", hundreds of priests were suspended due to overdraft, and only the clergy above the rank of patriarch were slightly better.

Hearing the voice of the middle-aged priest, the old bishop, who was standing in front of the statue of the goddess with his eyes closed and praying, opened his eyes. As the presiding officer of the ritual, he has also confirmed the results of the battle through his spiritual connection with the holy spear, which is more accurate than the detection of the middle-aged priest.

"Goddess Protection!"

"Goddess Protection!" the middle-aged priest hurriedly followed.

"Double the frequency of the Great Mass after the church, and the power of the Holy Lance needs to be restored as soon as possible, otherwise it will not be enough to deter heretics!"

Looking at the snow-white angel icon next to the statue of the goddess, the iron spear that looked ordinary and even worn out, the old bishop Benedict said solemnly.

"Your will, Your Excellency!

In this case of the evil gods, I have already made the compilation of a new hymn, which will soon be sung by the choir, and the mercy of the Goddess will forever hang over her lambs!"

The middle-aged priest bowed slightly.

After seeing the old bishop's satisfied nod, the middle-aged priest seemed to be greatly encouraged to bow again, and then turned and withdrew.

At this time.

The citizens who are still asleep don't know what happened tonight, maybe never for the rest of their lives...

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