"Who said I came alone?"

As soon as Mo Wen's words fell, countless lights suddenly bloomed in all directions of the queen's flagship.

Broken wheels, shiny gold coins, and all sorts of other tricks rained in, and with a single glance, Piagio's men fell.

"You, you fellows, dare to turn your back on the glory of the Lord!" Looking at the nuns who suddenly appeared from all over the ship, holding spiritual clothes, Piagio's eyes cracked and he roared wildly.

"Do you still care about that?"

At the moment when Piagio was distracted by the attack of the nuns, Mo Wen killed him like a ghost, his right hand was gently clenched, and his left hand with a faint white light grabbed the cross on Piageo's neck.

It was the spirit costume of the Adriatic Queen, and Mo Wen had coveted this huge group of magical warships for a long time.

"--Don't you think!" At the last moment, Piagio finally came to his senses, grasped the cross on his chest with his hand, and stepped back, with a slight force, to destroy the spiritual garment.

"Even if I can't blow myself up, I will never let the Queen's fleet fall into the hands of you heretics!"

His lips opened and closed slightly, and the Bishop of Rome was about to pronounce the syllables that destroyed the miè spiritual costume.

As one of the trump cards of the Roman Orthodox Church, the Adriatic Queen had strict control measures to prevent it from being used in the Roman Orthodox Church itself. It has a self-detonation spell as a final killer feature, but in order to prevent the owner of the spirit suit from accidentally touching it, it will take a certain amount of time for this spell to be activated. And in order to prevent the owner of the spirit suit from being attacked suddenly, the spirit suit itself was taken away, and there was another set of spare techniques. It simply destroys the Queen's spell itself, does not cause an explosion, and requires only a few unique syllables.

Looking at Mo Wen's close palm, Piagio showed a sinister smile with a playful smile in his eyes, although his last plan failed because of the defection of Janis's forces. But the worst hasn't been met yet.

"Lis—" His mouth opened slightly, and he could see the rows of big teeth that he could see.

But the next moment the sound stopped abruptly, just as Piagio was about to say the last syllable. His whole body froze, as if he had been hit on the head by an invisible club, and Piagio felt dizzy, dizzy, and star-stricken. One of them stumbled and fell to the ground.

And it's this delay of less than a second. The whole situation was reversed, and a bloody light shot up into the sky, and Piagio's head flew up, and the last thing he saw before falling into darkness was a red-braided nun holding a scepter not far away.

"Sister Janice, even you have betrayed—" Before the last thought could be uttered, Piagio returned to the arms of the Lord, if the Lord really existed.

The aftermath is unabated. Mo Wen, who killed the bishop, then smashed the queen's guard behind Piageo with his right hand. Emptied the surroundings.

Smack!

With just one sweeping punch, the clubs in the hands of the two ice armor were split in two, and then the shoulders holding the sticks shattered, and the longitudinal cracks appeared from the chest to the lower abdomen, followed by the thighs and knees, and finally the whole fell to the ground.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and in the ice mist of broken armor, whether it was the nuns of Yanis's troops or Piageo's men, everyone looked silently at the young man with a sharp blade in the center of the field, and the headless corpse of the bishop beside him.

The light of the treasure had just appeared and disappeared quickly, and the people around could only faintly see that it was a long black knife, and the weapon in Mo Wen's hand disappeared.

Standing up casually, he walked up to Piagio's corpse in a few steps and ripped off the cross on his chest.

A faint white light poured out from Mo Wen's left hand little by little, and then slowly wrapped the crosses, although slowly, but at this rate, in another hour, the Adriatic Queen would change hands.

"If you dare to rebel against the glory of the Lord, are you not afraid that you will go to hell in the future?"

Looking at the faint white light, Piagio's subordinates seemed to have come to their senses, and they saw that some of them seemed to have some status shouting at the nuns, "But if you repent of your sins now, kill this demon, and maybe get the Lord's forgiveness, what are you waiting for?!" ”

This subordinate knows very well that the number of enemies is still above them, and if they really want to fight, they don't need Mo Wen, the final boss, to make a move, but only these nuns can destroy them, so the only way now is to hope that they can rebel against some of them, otherwise, this battle will not have to be fought.

Listening to the other party's questioning, Mo Wen's nuns had two completely different reactions, some of them lowered their heads in shame, dodging and not daring to look at Piageo's men, while others raised their heads and met those eyes proudly, looking at Piageo's subordinates with a little disgust and pity.

But all the same, no one listened to them, and then one of the nuns with glasses stood up, pointed at the person who had just spoken out, and scolded: "Nonsense! Lord Kamijo is the one who represents the Lord, and you traitors dare to be unreasonable to the Son of God, and you will definitely go to hell after death! ”

Mo Wen frowned slightly, to be honest, he didn't know what these nuns thought, some of them signed the contract and realized the power of the Valhalla Throne, they actually thought that Mo Wen was the incarnation of the Lord, and wanted to save them from this dirty and filthy world.

(Unlike Ossola's case, Ossola worships Mo Wen like an angel because he saved him when she was in danger, and even if the angel is aside, Ossola will still be dead to Mo Wen, so the contract is the contract of the heart, and these nuns worship Mo Wen's identity, if you put aside the Lord's surrogate identity, loyalty will decline, these are two different emotions, so the latter is the following contract.) ）

This unexpected situation puzzled Mo Wen for a long time, but it didn't seem unreasonable to think about it carefully, - now, Mo Wen can command the angel of the Lord and let it fight for himself, - in the future, the whole world will be under Mo Wen's rule, and he will be omnipotent in this world, so it seems that it is no different from the legendary lord, and it is no wonder that these nuns are misunderstood.

In fact, Mo Wen also forgot another point, he still has a related inherent skill supreme, that kind of supreme position, it is easy for religious people who belong to the same camp to worship him.

Supreme (B+/A+): Whether it is in martial arts, religion or the government and the opposition, you are the king of it, and no one has a more respected status than you. (Effect: - Passive, born with invisible coercion, if the opponent is not mentally strong against the enemy, it will be deterred, all abilities will be reduced, charm will increase B+/A-/A+, dominance will increase, the probability of betrayal by his subordinates will be greatly reduced, and the power of related skills and treasures will increase.) ）

"- You, you're crazy?" Looking at the nuns who came out to accuse him, the person who spoke out felt ridiculous, the enemy of Roman Orthodoxy, the person who blasphemed the angels, would be the incarnation of the Lord, it would be the son of God, these nuns' brains were broken, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Mo Wen waved his hand impatiently.

"Kill them!"

"Yes!" Some of the nuns did not hesitate, as if they had received the supreme glory, and immediately attacked their former colleagues like pilgrims, while others looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and immediately followed.

Suddenly, the magical aura in the sky swept away again, and the storm of destruction kept pouring, and in the face of the magic attacks of nearly a hundred people, those Piagio's diehards were almost crushed at the touch of a button.

The screams and wails were accompanied by the fire of the battle between the archangels and the queen's fleet not far away, filling the entire sea.

The Adriatic Sea is not destined to be calm tonight. (To be continued......)

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