Looking at the corpses on the ground, the wriggling and moaning dying, Luo Nan lost his mind for a moment.

Although his deity had already experienced killing, that killing was only for the demon clan and the demon monks. And now what he has done can be said to be a massacre of civilians - yes, these armed knights of the Holy See are no different from civilians to him, at most a little more combat-ready than civilians.

But he quickly reconciled his mind. This is the nature of the world, the survival of the fittest. He wouldn't go out of his way to slaughter civilians, but since these civilians were hell-bent on killing him, his counterattack was justified.

Those who wield the sword will eventually die under the sword, this is a truth that cannot be broken.

He walked a few steps and came to a man who was still barely struggling and convulsing. The man was wearing light armor and had a bishop's crown on his head, which had long since been left behind in battle.

This man had caused him some minor troubles before, and he looked like a high-ranking figure in the Holy See. Such a person should know a lot of secrets.

The best thing is that although the other party has a firm faith and is usually difficult to control, he is on the verge of dying, which is the most vulnerable and easy to be controlled by the mind.

Luo Nan bent down, reached out and pressed the back of his head, and the true qi was sent over.

......

Nolan thought he was going to die soon. But in a trance, he suddenly found himself in a familiar place, the meadow outside the Sistine Chapel.

Was it a dream, or was it already in heaven, or was the fierce battle just now a dream?

He stood on the grass for a while, smelling the fragrance of grass seeds, the fragrance of the land, feeling the solemnity of being next to the sacred place, the kind of wholehearted devotion ......

By the way, what just happened? Nolan tried to think, but couldn't think of anything. It seems that I have been standing here for a long, long time......

He looked around blankly, and there was no one. What do you want to do? He vaguely felt that he had a task on his shoulders and that he had to do it right away.

By the way, Easter is coming, and gifts should be sent to the brothers of the Knights of the Shepherds and the Knights Templar.

I don't know when he was in his office. He didn't wonder how he got to the office. There was a gap in the middle, which seemed to be a normal thing. This is often the case when we are in close connection with God.

He opened the drawer and pulled out a stack of envelopes inside. Hey, why is there an envelope here?

Naturally, he took out a quill and inkwell, and began to write the addresses of the knights on the envelopes.

The Shepherd Knights are a little better, everyone lives together. The Knights Templar were a bit more troublesome, especially the "priests" and "monks" of the Knights Templar, who often had a certain status in society, worked in large enterprises or scientific research institutions, and lived all over the world.

Something seems wrong. I shouldn't seem to be here...... Nolan stopped his pen, and the ink on the quill dripped onto the envelope, forming a speck, which gradually soaked the envelope, changing its shape and extending ......

Nolan came to his senses. What did you just think of? By the way, write the envelope. He diligently recalled the addresses of the "priests", "monks", "knights" and "sergeants", and filled the envelopes in beautiful floral letters.

Peterson...... Tom...... Thompson...... Petersen killed Reinhardt, and then we were defeated. No, we were doomed from the start.

What? When did Petersen kill Reinhardt? We lost, to whom?

Nolan felt a faint pain in his skull. He put down his quill and looked at his hand suspiciously. The patterns on his palms gradually distorted, becoming labyrinthine like a labyrinth, attracting his full attention.

What am I going to do? By the way, I'm going to write, I'm going to keep writing. He picked up the pen and calmly continued to fill in the addresses one by one.

Suddenly, as if a bolt of lightning struck, it lit up his mind. He threw the pen away and shouted, "Demon, what have you done to me!"

"It's a pity," Ronan's figure revealed, "I haven't gotten all the names and addresses yet." But it's enough, and it can almost wipe out the hidden power of the entire Holy See. ”

He looked up at Nolan, "You can return to your lord's arms with peace of mind." ”

Although the language barrier is different, this is the world of consciousness, and Nolan can directly understand what he means. Nolan's face was full of anger: "You are blaspheming people's souls! You are violating the realm of my Lord! If you do such a thing, you will go to hell and suffer hellfire when you die!"

"The so-called God," Luo Nan shrugged, "is just a stronger cultivator." As long as I keep working hard to cultivate, it's hard to say that I won't catch up with or even surpass his realm. ”

Nolan was even more furious: "Devil! If you try to get involved in the realm of God, your fate will be extremely miserable!"

"Go ahead, no more talk, anyway, your organs are already failing, and death is not far away, so let me give you a ride," Luo Nan sighed, raised his hand, and pointed at Nolan, "Goodbye." ”

"Huh?" a puzzled look appeared on Luo Nan's face. The moment he prepared to kill Nolan in Nolan's world of consciousness, he seemed to sense something.

"It's a feeling...... This feeling ......" he chewed on the feeling over and over again, "as if I had found something amazing......

"How else can I do that?"

"I see......" Ronan laughed, "I see!"

"I see!" Ronan's eyes were filled with joy, "You soul with a strong faith is ...... Unexpectedly...... Let my supernatural powers finally activate?"

In his eyes, there was only one light left where Nolan was, and in the core of the light, there was a gray mass, ethereal, nothing, constantly changing shapes, as if it would dissipate at any time.

That's Nolan's soul.

When the spirit is strong enough, the soul can be immortal. Nolan's spirit is obviously stronger than that of ordinary people, and his soul is more cohesive than that of ordinary people.

The soul can be seen, not touched, and except for some special exercise effects, there are few attack methods that can directly act on the soul.

But at this time, Luo Nan suddenly found that he could have a slight influence on that soul! Even if it was only a little, it was very remarkable!

Excluding all impossibilities, the remaining answer, no matter how incredible it is, is the final truth. Therefore, one's supernatural powers should be able to affect the soul!

"I'm sorry," said Lonan, "your soul can't return to your Lord's arms. See you soon!"

Nolan seemed to understand something, and an incomparable fear appeared on his face. In the next instant, his image, including his soul, disappeared completely, leaving no trace of him. This space of consciousness collapsed with a bang.