"Ho Ho ......"

At that moment, in the straw cart, the confused Master Philip suddenly woke up, his scorched eyes widened, and his sockets were torn, leaving behind turbid red blood.

As if freed from his injuries in an instant, he suddenly got up from the straw, the blood scab that adhered to the straw was torn, and the dried blood oozed from the terrible wound.

"Master?" Colt was overjoyed, pointing to the black dot that was about to disappear in the air, "...... quickly"

Philip turned a deaf ear, his hollow eyes covered in blood were sharp, staring into the depths of the barren forest in the distance, his pupils bursting with a bleak light.

As far as the eye could see, the blonde boy was squatting on the ground, looking ignorant, clutching half of a toad dug out of the mud in his hand, eating happily......

"Uncle, he seems to have seen me. He swallowed the other half of the toad.

"Oh. ”

Naberis squatted on the half-cut stump, slowly rolling the tobacco in his hand, and his face was light: "Then let him see." ”

"He's so ugly. ”

Mordred wiped her mouth: "I'm a little scared, can I hit him?"

"There's no rush. Naberis rolled up his cigarette, lit it for himself, and took two puffs: "Wait." ”

Looking at those empty and hideous eyes, Mordred couldn't help it...... Flip your index finger!

He endured his hunger and licked the corners of his mouth:

"How long will it take?"

Naberis smiled, turned around, and glanced at Philip, who had a hollow and fierce look on the straw cart.

"Wait. ”

He said, "That old thing still has the strength to give us a ruthless one." ”

At that moment, Philip let out a hoarse voice.

"Colt, run away. ”

His flesh crackled, and the blood and dust were reopened along the sudden gushing of blood, and his body was covered in blood. But it represented an astonishingly vigorous vitality, and the exhausted cells were dancing and reveling, so that his scars quickly healed and disappeared.

In an instant, the blood was washed away by the light.

He was no longer old, he was young again, sane, fair-skinned, and unscarred. Only the gray hair burned like a flame, like a soul thrown into the fire.

So in exchange for power.

At this moment, an ethereal, mournful song echoed in his shell, the bones trembling, the internal organs whispering. The chapter of sacrifice in the hymn was played.

"I'm here to stop them. ”

Philip stretched out his hand and pressed it on Colt's shoulder, and the sacred chant rang out from the void and landed on Colt, dispelling the maggot-like curse of the tarsal bones in it, and even faintly forming vague wings behind him. This is a blessing that borders on painstaking efforts.

"Colt, run away. ”

He stared at Naberis, his mutilated sword in his hand: "Go in the direction of the Holy City, how far can you escape, how far you can escape." ”

As if at last he understood something, Colt's face turned pale and he almost collapsed to the ground, and soon, he gritted his teeth, abandoned the carriage, and turned away.

Don't dare to look back again.

With the blessing, his speed was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the distance.

Therefore, these fanatical believers are dead-eyed, and they will not die when they are on the verge of death. ”

Naberis sighed: "Why don't you want to live well......? What is the difference between this and our black musicians!"

The mocking voices went unanswered.

Philip stared at him deadly, raised the mutilated blade, and pressed it close to his brow:

"Swear to destroy evil spirits. ”

He said.

The chapter of divine punishment roared, and in an instant, the majestic light wheel appeared from behind, and the huge light wheel full of cracks burned with grand flames, and the turquoise fire seemed to come from the fire of punishment in purgatory, which made people feel terrifying.

The voices of countless sinners wailed from it, and in that purgatory, countless sleeping pupils opened their eyes, and those figures in crimson robes seemed to stare at this filthy world, shouting in unison:

"-- Swear to destroy the evil spirits!"

Like a landslide, like a tsunami, the sound roared.

In an instant, in the holy city, a silent bell rang loudly. In the dark corner of the Temple of the Holy Spirit, the sarcophagus trembled, and the sleeping Holy Spirit awoke from the darkness for a moment, opened his eyes, and looked here.

And so, a magnificent divine light descended from heaven.

The white-gold light was so hot, so pure, so pure that it could not be tarnished, and everything that touched it was completely vaporized.

Under the infusion of that light, Philip's body swelled, and in an instant he turned into a giant of more than two meters. Behind him, the wheel of divine power spun, bursting with thunder, calling for electric light to transform into wings.

In an instant, the sun dimmed.

Between heaven and earth, only this pure white and unsullied light remained.

"Damn, the Holy Spirit changes...... Why do you guys blow up at every turn?"

At that moment, Naberis scolded softly: "No wonder you are so happy to give money, it turns out that you are waiting for me here." ”

In the next moment, he was beheaded by the blazing light.

The head grinned.

Grinning -

At the moment when the bell of the holy city rang, under the bell tower, in the main hall, the young musician who closed his eyes and prayed opened his eyes.

Soon, he got up and walked out of the basilica, running through the Papal Palace, through the doors, down the corridors, and finally into the depths.

He knocked on the door.

"Come in. ”

Someone made a noise behind the door.

The musician entered, bowed his head respectfully, and did not dare to look at the bishops sitting at the table behind the door, but presented a map: "Found Maestro Philip!"

He was not far from the Holy City, hundreds of miles away, and he used the Holy Spirit to transform, I am afraid...... Lives are short-lived. ”

In the dimly lit room, the heavy curtains blocked the sunlight, and there was a strong smell of medicine.

In the silence, several priests lowered their voices and held an urgent meeting, and when they heard him say this, they were stunned and looked at each other.

"Didn't you expect the situation to be so bad?"

An old priest dressed in red bowed his head and looked at the deepest part of the room, behind the layers of curtains, a hoarse and choked thin figure, "Archbishop, let me go." ”

Behind the curtain, the figure opened its mouth, and then choked violently.

"It's embarrassing to fight like this. ”

In the midst of choking, a hoarse voice came intermittently behind the curtain: "Over the years, the Doctrine of the Faith has shrunk day by day, and there is no hope of another crusade to the East. New blood is rare...... Father Will, bring them back. ”

"Yes. Will bowed his head respectfully.

The figure behind the "other ......" choked and coughed, bent over, and made a painful voice: "The other...... Cleaned up. ”

"Yes. ”

Will bowed his head and got up.

The attendants stepped forward and put on their swords and armor for him. He walked with his sword and ran towards the palace gate, and soon, a streamer of light rose into the sky and soared into the distance.

Silence returned to the gloomy room, save for the heavy coughing sound behind the curtain.

"Archbishop. ”

Someone cautiously asked, "How should this matter be handled?"

"Matter?"

The man behind the curtain coughed lightly, as if he didn't know.

yes, what is it?

Too much has happened in the past few days. Either of them has a big ...... at stake No one expected that before the Romulus rebellion had come to an end, a new storm would arise. For days, the near-frenzy of Anglo's new sword-wielder had left everyone stunned.

I secretly don't know how many people are running and fighting because of this, how many people are involved, and even the face of the Holy City has been affected.

Some people have a clear position, while others have an ambiguous attitude. But here's a headache: the Papal Chamber has not said a word so far. Even the Silent Agencies began to investigate......

So, how exactly to deal with it?

Behind the curtain there was only a hoarse cough -

The streamer flew through the Holy City at an incredible speed.

Flying in a semi-aetheric state, the speed is already comparable to sound. In just a few minutes, a long distance was crossed.

But the closer he got, the stronger the uneasy premonition in Will's heart became.

In an instant, he had appeared in the place marked on the map.

It's just that where he is at this time is an endless mountain, and at his feet is a huge mine, with the roar of machinery, countless people coming and going, and the noise is very high.

"Is this it?"

He closed his eyes and sensed, and the streamer fell instantly.

Amid the frightened cries of the crowd, the blade slashed down, breaking through the boulder, revealing a broken piece of red cloth behind the boulder, which was a fragment of Philip's robe.

Will's face quickly darkened, his eyes closed, and he sang a movement, and after a few short bars, a vague revelation came from the prophetic movement of the school of revelation.

North, sixty kilometers.

Sixty kilometers away, a barren mountain range, with a strand of scorched hair hanging from a branch.

Will frowned, and chanted the movement again, and the revelation came: East, thirty kilometers. Will didn't move, but played the movement again, and this time the vague revelation resurfaced:

South, nineteen km.

I used the music again and again to find Philip's whereabouts, but the inextricable music theory pointed to dozens of different results in all directions.

Rumble!

The furious blade slashed a deep rift in the ground.

Will's expression turned pale, and he finally realized that someone had used the 'medium misdirection' of the Apocalypse school to confuse everyone's perception and lead all the apocalyptic movements to the wrong result!

In order to enhance the effect, I am afraid that someone has already sprinkled these things contaminated with the breath of Philip and Colt all over the entire Holy City!

If you try to screen at any cost, you will definitely be able to perceive the difference between the media, but in a hurry, there is no way to distinguish at all, and you can only run around in the wrong place one by one.

And the real place must have been artificially isolated into an island.

Late......

The back of Will's hand burst into a bruising veil and let out an angry roar-

And in the distance, where the real battle is.

The barren forest has been set on fire, and the land has been devastated and scorched, as if a giant was fighting here, and everything has been completely destroyed.

In the distance, the mountain collapsed in half, and the earth was opened into a terrible rift, and in the depths of the rift faintly visible the glow of lava, the traces of the Sword of Judgment.

The aether is in turmoil, creating a chaotic chaos. The music theory here has become chaotic, and it will not be able to return to normal for several years.

And at the heart of that turmoil, Naberis, with three or four large holes in his chest, struggled to crawl out of the lava and let out a hoarse groan of pain.

"This time it's really ...... It's a loss......"-

Sorry, some cards, out of shape. (To be continued.) )