Facts have proved that no matter how fierce the fight in the other space is, it will not have much impact on reality, at least the two of them consciously do not affect reality.

When Cilivi struggled to get out of the space, Joan of Arc's villa still looked unremarkable.

Xi Liwei was lying on the blanket at the door, with severe pain all over her body, her hands and feet had been useless in a short time, and various internal organs had also been damaged to varying degrees, the only good thing was that she looked fine on the outside.

She barely looked up and looked at Joan of Arc as she walked towards the door.

Joan of Arc didn't hurt, but the consumption was too great for the magic to be used.

What worries Xiliwei is that the current state of Joan of Arc doesn't seem to be right.

Her eyes are blank, her figure flickers from time to time like an image, and her face becomes blurred, but it makes people look at a peaceful aura, which makes people unconsciously want to get close to her.

If it weren't for Xi Liwei's personality being high enough, she would probably have surrendered to Joan of Arc's current state.

This is the nature of God, and it is not to be looked at.

And Joan of Arc now seemed to have lost her consciousness, and only instinctively walked in the direction of Catholicism.

Xi Liwei was powerless to stop it.

A little earlier, Xiu had already come to the side of the tall building where the Catholic Church was located.

The building is very lively, the lights are bright, and when you look up from the ground, you can only feel that the roof of the building seems to be up to the sky.

However, Xiu didn't care, and turned into a wisp of black smoke and went up the tall building.

It wasn't until about forty or fifty floors that Xiu suddenly made a move, inserted the bronze sword outside the tall building, and his figure manifested, holding the bronze sword with one hand, and hanging it on the wall.

"Whew...... It's so yin. Xiu sighed.

From here on, Mithril is mixed in with magic-insulating materials to prevent anyone from sneaking inside.

Xiu hadn't noticed it just now, and he was only thinking about going up quickly, but he suddenly entered this kind of place, and if he hadn't reacted quickly, he almost didn't fall.

Although falling down won't have any effect on someone of his strength, he still has to find a way to get up.

It's unlikely to go in from inside a high-rise building, and I've heard Joan of Arc mention it when we chatted before, and there is no setting up to the top three floors in the internal elevator.

Unless you are checked by the angelic powers within the Catholic Church, you will be raised to the top three floors.

Xiu can also forcibly break through, but that doesn't make sense, it's equivalent to hitting the door directly, even if he is very strong, he doesn't have the confidence to directly crush Catholicism alone.

It's better to assassinate, it's his old job.

Now Xiu is hanging on the wall of the tall building, thinking about how to go up.

Fortunately, this floor is a residential building, and there is probably no one at home next to him, and the lights are all off, so there is no need to be afraid of being discovered.

It is impossible to sneak in from here, as far as he knows, the 70th floor of this building is already capped, and the only way to go up is to take the elevator or outside.

But soon the cultivation will not be entangled, the big deal is to climb up directly, which is not a difficult thing for him.

There are all kinds of buildings in this kind of high-rise building, so it is impossible to smooth the surface walls, and there are residents' balconies, shopping mall windows, and store air outlets...... It is a very suitable scene for climbing.

After all, this kind of high-rise building has not appeared for a long time, and people have not yet had the awareness of this kind of prevention, and except for the brave guys who are high-ranking artists, few people should dare to climb so high.

There are still relatively few guys like Xiu who will be fine if they fall from dozens of floors, and weak magicians will enter this kind of place where magic is isolated, and if they go out suddenly, there will be a situation where magic is stagnant.

Even if you leave, you can't react immediately to use magic.

Of course, this is not a long time, but the time to fall is even shorter.

Xiu crawled towards the roof of the building like a spider in the dark night, and he chose all the blind spots of the dark perspective to avoid anyone seeing him.

On the top floor of the seventy-third floor, a villa in a huge garden, the four sons of angels are still lying on rocking chairs.

Basking in the sun during the day and the moon at night is their daily life.

In fact, they seldom moved, there were only four of them on this floor, and on the lower two floors were the original and most faithful Catholic congregation, numbering only about two hundred, but most of them were doing most of the work.

The children of angels are not as free as the sons of saints, and they have to maintain a balance between divinity and humanity at all times, which also leads to their lazy character.

"It's time, Michael, it's your turn to deliver food to the guests today." Uriel didn't even open his eyes, and suddenly he spoke.

"Ah, what a problem humans are." Michael scrambled to his feet, somewhat irritated, and scratched at his messy hair.

It is worth mentioning that the appearance of the children of the four angels does not look big, they are only twelve or thirteen years old, and they are very good-looking, they are the kind of children who will have a good impression at a glance.

This is understandable behavior, after all, they come naturally and like good-looking "containers".

"Let's go, we can't afford to neglect the guests." Ignoring his complaints, Uriel reminded.

"Got it, got it." Michael left along the path in the garden.

From beginning to end, Raphael and Gabriel did not make a sound, as if they were asleep.

Michael found a piece of food in the kitchen of a congregation on the seventy-second floor, returned to the seventy-third floor, and entered the villa.

There is no way, the identity of the "guest" makes them very embarrassed, and they can neither treat him nor let him go.

And they have to take care of it themselves before they wake up, otherwise something may end badly.

"How's things going on at the altar lately?" Gabriel opened his mouth with his eyes closed.

"Michael knows this, and he is responsible." Uriel rolled over.

"Take your time, it's not us who are in a hurry anyway." Gabriel scoffed.

"I've heard an interesting thing, there is an altar in the south that was disposed of by a force in the Sky Capital, they couldn't find the reason, they used the stupidest method, and they were all arrested by the federal police." Although it was said to be an interesting thing, Raphael's voice was cold, and there was no laugh to be heard.

Gabriel laughed, "Haha interesting, isn't this equivalent to going straight out." ”

"When I first prepared the altar, I guessed that there would be such a fool." Uriel also had a smile on his face.

If you want to solve their kind of altar, the easiest and stupidest way to cultivate a few people have also considered, but they can't do it, so they give up.

If they do do it, the massacre of hundreds of people, do you really think the federal police department is a blind show?

The Catholic Church was the first to be a good citizen and take the initiative to report and condemn such things.

But in reality, it's just a small talk for them, and they don't care.

In the villa, Michael held two plates, vegetable sandwiches, fruits, and a glass of milk, and opened a door with his mental power.

"Good evening, my dear friend."

Peter sat on the couch with a blank face, and the small table in front of him was still with his black book and a copy of the Code of Federal Law.

In addition to restricting his freedom, the Son of Angels is responsive to his needs, and he is satisfied with books to kill time, information from the outside, and so on.

"Oh, don't hate me so much, everyone is just acting on the spot, but you guy wants to turn the stage up, the boss behind the scenes is not satisfied, and we can't help it." Michael sat down on the couch next to Peter and set the dinner in front of Peter.

Peter ignored him, grabbed the sandwich and ate it, re-studying the Code of Federal Laws as he ate.

"I said you're one of the weirdest among humans." Michael had a headache, Peter really didn't get in these days, except for being a little surprised when he was controlled by them when he came, he didn't communicate with them at all.

They had nowhere to do if they wanted to turn against Peter.

After all, a guy who can be called a god's combat power has fallen into their hands, and it can't be said that they don't do it.

Peter suddenly reached out and closed his black book.

"I know what you're trying to do, but it's impossible, how could the Federation send a non-threatening shadow into your hands." For the first time, he looked Michael straight in the eye.

"What do you mean?" Peter's sudden opening made Michael stunned for a moment.

"You probably don't know that I only have access to the armor, but I don't have control over it, otherwise I wouldn't be trapped by you.

It's the Federation that really controls the armor, and it's useless for you to rebel against me, and the Federation can stop the armor with a single order.

And every shadow has a miniature bomb planted in their brain, and they can kill us anytime and anywhere. Peter said earnestly.

"This ...... I did find out only now. Michael raised an eyebrow. But why are you telling me? ”

"It's just a few words to talk to you, what, you're not welcome? These things are classified, don't you want to know? Peter leaned back comfortably on the couch.

"I don't mind being able to learn a little bit." Michael smiled and nodded.

"What do you want to know?"

"What you just said, a bomb in the brain." Michael pointed to his head, "Don't you mind?" I think humans should be more mindful of this kind of thing. ”

Peter was suddenly unusual, and Michael was a little wary in his heart, but as he said, it was not a loss to know more about the secrets of the Federation, so he followed Peter's words and asked.

"I don't mind, the Federation has already told us when we first selected the shadow, and we all accept it to become a shadow.

And in fact, there is no harm, we are all loyal to the Federation, even if there are some things out of line, it will not be to the point of detonating a bomb, after all, the controller of this level of mecha is not everyone can be a person, there are requirements for all aspects of physical fitness, and the Federation has finally made up enough of us shadows.

However, if someone does betray the Federation, they will probably not show mercy, so I say that your idea is impossible, and even if you rebel against me, what can you do? Peter said indifferently.

"I didn't say I was going to turn against you." Michael chuckled.

Peter glanced at him, was there any thought he couldn't see? He had even been secretly brainwashed with magic.

However, the suppressor given by the Federation to the Catholic Church is not a complete version, and although Peter can't use armor, he can still use part of the armor power.

Brainwashing naturally failed, and the Federation could not really let him fall into the hands of Catholicism without threat.

The two talked for a while, and Michael left satisfied.

Although I have only obtained some information that is only a few words, and I don't necessarily need it, who would know much more about this kind of information.

After Michael left, Peter opened his black book, the gears turned slowly, and a zoomed virtual projection of the entire building slowly appeared.

He looked at a figure on the top floor, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.