"The Dark Temple?"

Dracula's solemn face suddenly showed a sarcastic smile.

"A dog without an owner can only be regarded as a lost dog."

"Jehovah has long since disappeared, what are you dogs still clinging to?"

"Without the power of Jehovah, what are you?"

Dracula looked at Finn with a look of superiority on his face:

"Our noble bloodline, the power is connected to the darkness."

"The curse of God Jehovah, hahahaha, what an interesting conclusion."

"Our power... From Hell! ”

Rumble!

Dracula's figure disappeared in an instant, and a sonic boom cloud appeared in his original hanging position.

At this moment, Dracula's speed has surpassed the speed of sound.

In a frightening speed, Dracula instantly came to Finn, sharp claws grabbing at his chest.

The bright red nails were full of blood.

If Dracula catches it, I'm afraid that not all steel is the same as that of Paper Lake.

"Huh?"

However, the next moment, the smile on Dracula's face froze.

Because the palm of his hand inserted into Finn's body did not feel any physical touch.

In other words, Dracula went short.

Illusion? Afterimage?

The expression on Dracula's face changed and changed, as if he had analyzed several possibilities in an instant.

"The Lord is with you."

The moment Dracula's figure appeared, Finn's voice rang out in the sky.

I saw Finn leap high, and the whole person had a holy fire burning on his body.

The originally cynical expression turned out to be extremely sacred under the light of the holy fire.

Rumble!

Like a giant shooting star.

The meteor slammed down on Dracula.

As the meteor fell to the ground, a large feather of light flew away, and Finn's divine figure stood in the middle of it.

"Stinky bats, they're really fast."

Finn chuckled as the feathers scattered and actinized, and the spear in his hand stabbed towards Dracula like a dragon.

At this moment, the power of light turned into a large net, and it was actually going to cover Dracula in its entirety.

"Roar!"

Dracula let out a roar of rage, his handsome face turned hideous like a devil, and a shockwave visible to the naked eye scattered in all directions.

Accompanied by the sound waves of dark power, it directly defeated Finn's strong rays.

Then the blood in Dracula's hand turned into a long sword, and a dark red sword aura slashed towards Finn.

"Holy Lance Blast!"

Finn charged a shot, and the dazzling strength was like a comet impact, instantly shattering Dracula's sword qi, causing his whole person to fly upside down.

Rumble!

Dracula slammed into the wall, his suits in tatters, and his chest scorched.

The power of light is to Dracula what sulfuric acid is.

The Bloodline's vaunted ability to recover is most feared by the Holy See's light power.

"Watchdog..."

Dracula gritted his teeth and looked at Finn:

"Jehovah is still sleeping, why do you have the power of light?"

Finn shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands exaggeratedly:

"Won't it?"

"You old bat don't think there's only one god in heaven, do you?"

"There are countless strong people under the throne of the great God."

"For example, the four archangels, such as the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."

"You don't think they're sleeping like my lord, are you?"

"My lord's person is too high, so he is destined to sleep longer."

"But the gods of my lord will wake up early and be ready for God's return."

"And I..."

Fein pointed to his nose:

"As the cardinal archbishop of the dark temple of the Holy See, he holds almost all the inheritance of the Holy See."

"Although I can only open the corresponding part of the inheritance after feeling the resurrection of God, it is enough to deal with an old guy like you."

"After all... I am a descendant of the saints! ”

"As soon as the power of the relics is restored, I will be able to fuse them."

"Just ask if you're afraid?"

In the face of Finn's explanation, Dracula's expression was so gloomy that he could drip water.

This kind of explanation, as long as you are a normal person, can quickly figure it out.

In the silent age of the gods, the Dark Temple lived in seclusion in the darkness with its inheritance, waiting for the return of the gods.

And once the gods have the corresponding aura revealed, the corresponding inheritance can be opened.

In other words, the God of the Crucifixion should be revived, and at worst in the midst of revival.

And this cardinal archbishop of the dark temple holds the inheritance of the corresponding gods.

The most important thing is that the archbishop himself is a descendant of God, able to be one step ahead of the curve in this era.

Even Dracula, who survived the end of the law, this young man was not afraid.

"Good..."

"But I'd like to see how you watchdog can stop me."

Dracula's expression was hideous.

He gave up the fight with Finn and turned and flew towards the Great Cross in the sky.

He wanted to kill the pope with his own hands in front of everyone and make their faith collapse.

Call!

The flesh wings flapped in the fishy wind, and Dracula flew towards the cross like a demon.

"Can you fly?"

Finn chuckled and snapped his fingers.

With a snap, a pair of bright wings spread out behind Finn, allowing him to levitate out of thin air.

Angel!

Finn is a mythical angel!

Seeing Finn suspended in mid-air, many believers enthusiastically bowed down.

The sacred wings of light, the slowly fluttering feathers of light, all these are symbols of angels.

O angels!

He is a servant of God, a messenger of light and gospel.

Such an existence actually appeared in the real world!

The original nihilistic belief suddenly became real, and the devout believers found the purpose of their faith.

Oh, God!

There really is an all-knowing and all-powerful God!

Although the great Lord is still asleep, His gospel has come with the angels.

"Praise God."

"O great Lord!"

The sound of pious prayer made the dilapidated church suddenly become sacred.

In the divine light, Dracula unleashed a vast expanse of darkness and fought against Finn.

"I forgot to tell you."

"The first revived relic in the Dark Temple is a feather of Michael-sama."

Finn had a cynical smile on his face.

As he uttered the relic's message, the wings behind him began to burn.

Michael!

One of the four archangels under the throne of God!

Michael, the angel of battle, holds the power of fire.

And Fain at this moment is the incarnation of Michael.

He equally possesses the power of light and fire.

"Stinky bats!"

"You can die!"

Rumble!

With Finn's divine voice, the golden flames behind him exploded, turning into a huge cross.

Endless flames, cathartic towards Dracula, like dragons and shackles.

Enveloped in endless divine light, Dracula smoked all over his body and let out a wail of pain.