At this moment, the torrential rain has converged into an overwhelming wall of water, hitting the deck of the sailboat feels like the keel is about to collapse, and a large gap is broken at the top of the cabin, exposing the layers of space inside to the rainstorm, and the candlelight that blooms suddenly is dimmed one by one, and it seems to be a faint firefly through the rain curtain.

Xia Li braved the wind and rain to run to the bow of the boat, regardless of the rain, she drenched herself into a soup chicken, clenched her fists angrily, and looked at the two people facing each other on the sea in front of her:

"Ivan, I'm glad to be resurrected, but...... Why do you have to fight, even if the priest accidentally kills you by mistake, but you've already killed us homeless, isn't it enough!?"

This scream was much smaller than the earth-shattering roar just now, but the penetrating power was not weakened at all, even if the sky was thundering, wind and rain howling, it could still be clearly transmitted to the ears of Evan and Ozmandis.

"Charlie!?"

Ivan swept his eyes and saw her appear in the bow of the ship, and suddenly his heart palpitated, and there was a faint pain in the place where his chest had been penetrated before, and he immediately responded before the high priest:

"My silly sister, it's not me who made you homeless, it's this old thing!"

"Sister?"

Xia Li was obviously stunned for a moment, tilting her head, her eyes flickering, as if she was thinking about the meaning of this title.

"What do you want to express...... Shut up!"

Ozmandis instantly saw through his intentions, his facial muscles twisted violently, his hands wrapped around the sky and twisted his waist fiercely, and the wind instantly turned into a waterspout with a diameter of more than three hundred yards.

"The old thing has a weak heart!"

Seeing that he was panicked, Evan immediately increased his confidence, and while resisting the fierce attack of the high priest, he shouted in the loudest voice:

"Xia Li! The Holy Book of the Underworld is a secret book that can only be studied by royal blood, this is a well-known thing! It also means that you have the blood of the Sun King in your body, and you are my relative!"

"It's all a lie!"

The High Priest unleashed the noisy hurricane with all his might, trying to suppress the other party's figure with noise, and at the same time, the figure disappeared into the hurricane and flashed, and the five fingers clasped and clawed, condensing into five narrow crescent-shaped light blades, and slashed horizontally towards Evan's chest.

"Lies?"

He bent his arm sideways, intercepted the blow halfway, was shocked by a burst of soreness, and insisted on roaring:

"Xia Li, where are your parents, where is your home, and why are you with Ozmandis - if this old thing never mentioned royal blood, poor boy, they must have been killed!"

......

The priest girl listened expressionlessly, looking straight ahead, as if there were two whirlpools hidden in her pupils.

Suddenly, her figure standing at the bow of the ship passed away quietly like an illusion, and suddenly appeared in front of a holy cult soldier, grabbed his collar with both hands, and asked:

"Is what he said true...... Is what he said true...... Is what he said true!?"

"I don't know!"

The other party shook his head blankly, and after feeling the strength of the girl's hands instantly increase, almost suffocating himself, he hurriedly added:

"I don't know anything else, but the Holy Book of the Underworld and the Sun Sutra can only be studied by royal blood, and this kind of thing is well known!"

“......”

After asking this person, Xia Li quickly left him, and the figure disappeared out of thin air, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared in front of another person, and asked the same question several times.

With the exception of the High Priest's confidant, the answer to the Priestess was the same, and the answer was obvious - what Ivan said was the truth, and Ozmandis had been deceiving and using him.

"Daddy...... Mom...... Brother!"

In the unconscious whispering, her eyes turned red, staring at the high priest floating in the air, and the blue muscles on her pretty face burst out, like a big cat that has been angry to the limit:

"Kill you...... I'm going to kill you!"

The pitch-black shadow condensed on Xia Li's body, like countless tumbling and twisting tentacles, even the light was forced back by the darkness on her body, and the only source of light was Evan in mid-air, and the golden fire mist that shrouded him!

"Your Excellency the Lamp Bearer, please calm down!"

"Don't believe him! he's just a shameful traitor!"

"These are all lies, and your study is not the Holy Book of Hades at all!"

The priests wanted to step forward to suppress the angry priest girl, but they were pushed away by an invisible force, and together with those holy cult troops who were loyal to the high priest, they were all suppressed by that force!

"Oh God!"

A priest watched in horror as the shadow wrapped around his right hand, like some kind of viscous glue, quickly wrapped around his entire arm, instantly eroding only the bones, and then the bones fell to the ground and shattered.

The same thing happened to other liars. Shadows spread across the deck, creating dark mires that stretched out their tentacles around their bodies and devoured them at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Ozmandis!"

The priest girl let out a terrible scream, and the whole person quickly lost its body, turning into a void shadow and shooting into the sky, drawing a layered vacuum belt, and stabbing the high priest's back.

......

After the henchmen loyal to Ozmandis were killed by Xia Li, there was chaos on the deck, and the Holy Cult army was in a collective commotion, even a strike, and no matter how much the remaining priests roared and shouted, they just refused to use their ballistas to shoot Evan.

If the army suddenly does not listen to the command, then it is definitely necessary to study the composition of the soldiers.

The composition of the Holy Cult Army is very simple, some of them are sturdy men selected from believers, further instilled with faith, and then heavily cultivated and trained elite warriors. The other part is the orphans adopted by the Order, who have been instilled in the faith since childhood, and the dead soldiers who have been trained in an extremely rigorous way.

Regardless of the part, there is one thing in common, and that is that it is very religious.

The so-called piety, in other words, is superstition, even though the priests of the Temple of Nut have deliberately downplayed the existence of the Sun King since a long time. But the king is the spokesman of the supreme god Atum, and this recognition not only exists in the teachings, but even subtly integrates into daily life, which cannot be erased in any way.

In the face of Evan, who is an ordinary person, they may still be able to barely keep their cool and follow the orders of the priests.

But once faced with the Sun King, who came back from the dead and showed his might, the spokesman of the supreme god in the teachings.

These believers only have the urge to bow and worship, and they are already very worthy of the training of the Order over the years without defecting, and it is absolutely impossible to draw their swords against each other.

Historically, they drowned King Ekhnatun, but they were killed without knowing it, and the Holy Cult army on the front line thought that they were quelling the rebellion and killing the false king until the death of the Sun King. After knowing the truth, there are not a few Holy Religious Soldiers who suffer from mental illness and even commit suicide in fear.