The tall and handsome girl covered her neck with her right palm, raised her left arm in horror, and rang the doorbell desperately with her elbow, but the door could not be opened.

Blood oozed through his fingers, soaking through his sleeves, collar, and upper body. She was breathing heavily, and finally sat down weakly.

The stunned man standing a meter and a half away on the opposite side showed a hysterical expression and pounced forward and stabbed with a knife.

Bang......

The wall of the stairwell was pierced, and an iron palm grabbed the man's wrist holding the knife and slammed it, and the man flew up.

There was a small clatter, as the arm was twisted off in a high-speed spin. Then there was a loud "pop", and the hideous man smashed against the wall like a pile of rotten meat, and rolled down the stairs after falling.

Jingling......

The blood-stained steel knife fell to the concrete floor and bounced a few times.

The man in black with a hood bent down to pick up the beautiful girl and kicked open the door with a "clang".

There was also a woman in the door, who was screaming at this situation. The man in black kicked her out the door mercilessly, hitting the wall and rolling down the stairs, just in the middle of the gang with the man.

"Brother, the Seraphs only kill, not save people. If someone else sees it, they will doubt your identity. ”

Yaoji's apparition appeared in the living room, reminding her in confusion.

"Well, got it. ”

Man Jianghong carried the girl into the bedroom bed, took out two pillows to raise her head, covered her with a quilt, and carefully closed the door when she came out.

The wound on her neck did not cut the carotid artery, but only punctured the trachea and prevented her from calling for help. After he treated it with Reiki, the bleeding point had been sealed, the wound had begun to heal, and it would be fine when he woke up.

Lions roared in the sky, strange clouds floated to Chinatown, and a group of masked thugs scattered in an instant.

In response to Yao Ji's "spell", Man Jianghong put forward a fundamental suggestion.

It's great to create a real light out of thin air and make it visible to a specific person in a specific situation. But in many cases, it doesn't have to be that complicated. If you want everyone to see it, you don't have to think about who has which light in your eyes, you just need to use the external carrier to simply create an image, and the light waves will naturally radiate everywhere.

Of course, the more detailed the better, but you don't have to be too demanding, because the human brain will make up for it automatically.

As a result, the Seraphic Angel over Kyoto came into being.

The two red rays of light that shattered the mountain gate of Yangon Temple were two real lightning bolts created by Yao Ji using electromagnetic fields. Kyoto is in shambles, but there is no water, electricity and power outage.

The purpose of this is twofold.

First, Yaoji told Man Jianghong that Yangon Temple and Tokugawa Kang colluded and had close contacts, so she warned her. The second is that the clouds in the sky only produce sound, light and shadow, which is particularly illusory, and only by showing strong destructive power can it deter the world.

In a shop in Chinatown, an elderly couple collapsed in a pool of blood.

Two bandits with stockings over their heads were sweeping the shelves of alcohol and tobacco with sacks, while two other masked bandits dragged out a small safe from under the cash register, which could not be broken open with a hammer or a crowbar. One of them shouted angrily, smashed the cash register computer with a stick, and stood on tiptoe to hit the corner camera.

The Chinese have a habit of collecting cash, and the heavy safe seems to be rich in contents. The bandits with the hammer clanged and squatted on the ground, wondering how to open it. At this moment, a dark shadow appeared at the door.

In the snap of a finger, the heads of the three bandits flew up, and the heads of the squatting bandits rolled on the ground. They didn't understand what was going on until they died, only the last impressions remained. The man who came in was tall, black, carrying a slender sword and a striking halo on his head, like an astronaut's helmet.

In a palatial church, Father Raymond had just risen from the floor and was kicked head-on and knocked to the ground. He was in his sixties, and at the moment he was bleeding profusely, his ears were ringing, and his eyes were completely blind.

Almighty Lord, manifest your spirits and send these thugs to Hell!

Father Raymond's ears were filled with shrill laughter, the sound of glass breaking, the sound of boxes and cabinets, the sound of knives and axes, the sound of men fighting and screaming, the screams of women and the tearing of clothes......

The old man stubbornly got up again, staggered to his feet, and cried out hoarsely in his throat: "Teresa, Autumn Leaves, you run away, leave me alone......"

He was greeted with a heavy hook to the abdomen.

The old man knelt on the floor with his waist so painful that he could no longer speak, but he was screaming in his heart. Almighty Lord, I beseech thee, apparition of the Spirit, to send down thunder and slash these bastards......

Rumble......

The closed door of the church seemed to be blown open by a cannonball, and the old man vaguely felt the light. Then he heard the singing of the Holy Shrine resounding throughout the church, ethereal, mysterious, and distant......

Hymn?

It's a chant.

What a true praise for the Lord!

Could that loud bang be thunder? The old man struggled to stand up, turning his neck to find the source of the sound, and for a moment he could not tell whether he was hallucinating or not.

Sou...... An extremely sharp whistle suddenly sounded, which lasted for more than ten seconds.

Then, a terrible howl followed......

Then, Father Raymond's eyes were lit into two clouds of cool gas, and dimly he saw a tall figure walking out of the dimly lit church with a halo on his head and six wings on his back amid the distant sound of "holy" that passed away.

Seraph?

I shouldn't have been dizzy with old eyes, but I saw a seraphic angel in broad daylight.

The old man shook his head vigorously, and remained motionless.

With a burst of screams of surprise, a large crowd of people who had taken refuge in the church ran past him and chased after him.

The old man's mind still kept the miserable scene of "purgatory" that had just been ravaged by the mob, and he couldn't figure out the situation in the clouds, and after looking around with difficulty, he was dumbfounded.

More than 30 thugs were lying on the floor, some with their heads pierced, some in their chests, and some with their necks cut...... The blood meandered into a river, and the strong fishy smell was smoking.

Ah, God!

The old man closed his eyes and muttered as he struggled to think about what had happened today, and kept drawing crosses on his chest.

According to the usual prayer, the next sentence should be "Forgive these sinners", but it could not be said. In fact, he really wanted to tell the Lord to just let them go to hell.

Mother Teresa, whose face was bruised and swollen, and Sister Akiba, whose robe was torn, ran over and grabbed her arm, picked him up and hurried out, and said, "Father, the Seraphic Angel has appeared, the Seraphic Angel has really appeared......"

When the old man heard this, his waist and legs immediately stopped hurting, and he threw off his arms and chased after him.

Fang Town, crowded with people.

By this time it was no longer clear who were the supporters and opponents of the army's entry into the city. Heated debates and brawls ceased, and everyone mingled and worked together to remove the cars and barricades on the road.

The special police officers who were deployed to stop the people from storming the army turned into order-keepers, because the deputy superintendent arrived by helicopter 10 minutes earlier with the Prime Minister's message. More than a dozen police officers were discharged from their guns on the spot and put into prison vans.

On all the electronic billboards along the roadside, the images related to the Seraphs are constantly changing.

He fought Yokotaoka in the Shoto Pavilion, he screamed in the Shoto Square and stunned a thousand people, he rescued seven girls from the blazing Hanarundo, he swept through Chinatown, he entered the church......

The clouds approached Yangon Temple, and the red light destroyed the mountain gate......

On Songtao Square, in front of the Prime Minister's official residence, the crowd gathered almost dissipated......

There was a great flow of people, and it seemed that the whole of Kyoto was rushing to Yoshimachi......

On the electronic screen, the image of the Seraph's appearance is not coherent, and from time to time it disappears into thin air. But the screen gives a panoramic dynamic anatomy that clearly indicates where the clouds in the sky are moving, and the Seraphs will appear there every once in a while.

It was almost a straight line, from Shotokan to Yangon Temple, from Yangon Temple to Chinatown, and from Chinatown to Fangmachi.

At the junction of the town of Yoshimachi, 36 Leopard tanks led the way, and military vehicles carrying 8,000 soldiers with loaded guns stretched for three kilometers and were about to be deployed in three minutes.

And now, the clouds are falling.