The development of the Hitomi technique can be regarded as a landmark invention in the transcendent world.

Performing conventional transcendent spells often requires going through the troublesome process of mobilizing transcendent energy, compiling spells, and finally forming transcendent effects, while the pupil technique is much simpler, it is like a firearm invented by modern humans, it only needs to prepare the bullet called transcendental spell in advance, store it in the pupil and wait for firing, and then only need to use visual sight as a trigger to complete the means of rapid casting in actual combat.

Among the many pupil techniques, the spiritual technique is the most stable.

Whether it's emitting black flames with your pupils, shooting lasers, or pulling out lightning bolts, if you don't take them by surprise in close combat, your offensive pupils may fail due to the focus of your vision, enemy dodging, or being too far away. The effect of the auxiliary pupil technique is often polarized, the upper and lower limits are very different, the strong can use a weak point vision to cut the enemy into seventeen parts, and the weak can use the petrified pupil to petrify themselves with a mirror bullet.

Only the Spirit/Psychic Techniques are performed stably.

For psychic techniques, 'Look, the act itself means the transmission and interaction of information, and as long as there is a channel for transmission and interaction, the procedure can take effect. Therefore, even as long as the two conditions of eye reach + eye staggering are met, even if the other party just unconsciously glances at it, they will be hit if they don't see the caster at all, and the spell is secret, not to mention that there is no possibility of failure.

Of course, the invention of the pupil technique also lightened the burden on the group of psychic mages who specialized in spiritual arts—they finally no longer had to put on a suit of plate armor, carry a steel scepter to stun the enemy head-on, and then pinch the skull of the opponent to cast spells, and no longer have to be angry because they didn't control their strength to kill their targets, and as a result, their business was snatched away by the necromancer.

The data circulating in Zhao Dayi's eyes were combined into extraordinary runes, and a combination of extraordinary techniques quickly took shape under Giovanni's shocked gaze.

Hitomi technique, activated.

Psychic shock.

The majestic stream of consciousness turned into a flood and broke down Giovanni's mental defense line in an instant, and then the spiritual power turned into countless silk threads that passed through the mental defense line and pierced into the opponent's biological brain, and before the opponent's mind was restarted because of the impact, the new transcendent technique had invaded the opponent's mind along the spiritual power silk thread.

Dementors.

The activity of the higher functional areas of the biological brain was quickly suppressed, and the subjective consciousness of Giovanni who was about to wake up from vertigo was suppressed to a minimum, and the heart defense collapsed.

Snatching.

After completely penetrating the mental defense, the final technique revealed its fangs, and the extraordinary power penetrated the collapsed mental defense line into the depths of the opponent's unguarded consciousness, directly reading thoughts and memories.

"The Knight Captain led the elite of the Knights to defeat the Gods and failed......

"The elite of the Knights are almost completely wiped out......

"The whereabouts of the gods are still unknown......

After losing the cover of subjective consciousness, there was no difficulty in reading the memory, Zhao Xida wandered in the deep and distant darkness, countless large and small colorful bubbles fluttered out of the darkness, and Giovanni's memories appeared on the surface of the bubbles like a marquee for her to read.

The entire transcendent spell casting process only lasted a few seconds, but Zhao had already found what she was looking for in Giovanni's mind.

"So you didn't catch Elizabeth either......

The puppet girl stood up and loosened the doll wire that held Giovanni in place, and looked down at the audience, where the Knights of Judgment had crossed the invisible net and formed a dense formation to step into the stands, and in the distance, a steady stream of reinforcements were pouring out of the streets and alleys.

"Tsk......" Zhao Xida smacked her lips, now that the geographical advantage has been completely lost, trying to escape here means killing through these Judgment Knights - although she can rely on the Annihilation Mode to kill through this dense array, she can't protect those believers who are rescued.

More enemies had formed a formation and were approaching the stage step by step, and the Knight of Judgment on the first two floors held a large shield, protecting himself and his companions behind the large shield and slowly advancing.

Zhao Xida snorted lightly, shook her hand and popped out a roll of doll silk, and pumped it towards one of the big shield knights.

The tooth-aching sound of metal grinding sounded, engraved with the tree

There were several deep scratches on the shield of the coat of arms, but it did not penetrate the large shield.

The powerful power was also transmitted to the knight behind him through the big shield, but he only shook his body a little and stabilized his body with the support of his teammates behind, and quickly regrouped his posture and continued to move forward in a semicircle to surround Zhao Xida.

The knight walked slowly with the big shield, resisting the invisible and deadly silk threads, and the sharp and bright spear heads pierced out from the gap between the shields, and the encirclement of the big shield further compressed Zhao Xida's dodge space, and the arrows shot from the rear pursued her like a nightmare.

Zhao Xida wandered in the shield spear array, deftly avoiding the two spears that pierced the chest and abdomen, and while twisting her side head to flash the arrows, she could also punch the oncoming big shield, using the special 'strength' to smash the shield to pieces, and then immediately two big shield knights rushed forward to fill the position, and the shield swing once again forced her attack back.

But it didn't help.

Not to mention smashing a knight's shield, even if you can smash ten or twenty knight shields, the other party can quickly fill the vacancy, and it didn't take long for Zhao Xida to be forced into danger, and she was soon suppressed by several knights with shields in the gradually tightening encirclement.

"Look...... The voice of the ...... I said earlier came from the crowd of knights, and then the knights took the initiative to get out of the way, and Giovanni slowly walked slowly with the support of the two knights, he had regained consciousness, but the damage caused by the forced invasion of the biological brain by the soul search technique gradually became apparent.

His eyes were red, blood was pouring from his mouth and nose, and the severe cerebral hemorrhage not only deprived him of most of his normal senses, but also allowed him to walk with the help of others, and even the words that came out of his mouth were particularly vague: "The Lord has expected your coming."

"The Lord has long expected that you will die here."

Giovanni condescendingly looked at Zhao Xida, who was firmly suppressed by the big shield, countless spears were ready to be fired, as long as an order was given, these knights would mercilessly stab the spears, cruelly disintegrating the puppet girl.

"That may not be ......" Zhao raised her eyebrows and glanced at the sky, "Maybe some gods have a different opinion on this verdict."

Giovanni narrowed his eyes, and at this moment there was a cacophony of exclamations from the homeless people in the audience, and he felt a little bad in his heart for no reason, and then he suddenly looked up with round eyes as if he thought of something.

Distorted and distorted phantoms took shape in the sky at some point, turning from void to solid, wheat-like, twisted and sticky touches clinging to each other in a way that defied the laws of physics, limbs entangled into larger tentacles, tiny oval brown particles, indescribable skirt-like substances, and milky white irregular fragments arched around the luminous sphere, making noisy and crazy noises around this indescribable being all day long.

Two soft, dark globules slowly emerged from the tentacles, with its uneven rough surface, deep enough to suck light into the skin, a horrible mixture of biological flesh, undeveloped embryos, and plant scraps, transformed into unspeakable eyes for observing the world, meeting the eyes of Giovanni and countless Knights of Judgment.

The moment they met their gaze, Giovanni suddenly understood a fact.

This figure is so blasphemous, perhaps he is the god itself.

"Witness the presence of the gods, Sahk."

The voice came from the distorted figure, and then, madness, overwhelmed his consciousness.

…………

Not so long ago.

Just as Zhao Xida rushed to the stands and stabbed Giovanni alone, becoming the target of the siege of the Judgment Knights, no one noticed that on the back of the stands, a clumsy figure quietly climbed up.

Subsequently, after the all-seeing eye lifted into the air, the puppet girl dismembered the stands and raised smoke and dust.

Holding a supporting beam tightly with his hands and feet, his body swaying with the stands like a boat sailing in a storm, he wanted to scream, but thinking that he was acting in stealth, he finally swallowed the scream in his throat and pursed his lips and let out a series of low muffled grunts, "Ah...... Woooo

Fortunately, though, the stands disintegrated

The loud roar of the collapse drowned out the screams in his throat, and the stress released by the violent shaking and tremor of the stands didn't destroy the support he was holding onto—at least now he didn't have to worry about the beam shaking violently and disconnecting and throwing him out.

"I really believe in the evil of cooking! What did I think at the time? Why did you agree to the revelation of boiling to rob the Dharma field? And just the two of us? Am I crazy? If I can go back alive, I must warn all my compatriots as the first to eat, don't believe the nonsense of cooking......

The young Chosen One babbled and complained frantically about himself, but he did not relax at all in his actions, gritted his teeth and hugged the one-man beam, wriggling on the beam like a caterpillar, and soon climbed up to the stands.

"It's finally here......" Summon wiped his sweat and raised his eyes to look at the scenery in front of him.

The stands have been split in two, and he is standing in the second half of the stands to erect the stake stake, but the stakes that were still standing on the platform just now have collapsed, leaving only the blazing white flames like snow lotuses blooming on the almost collapsed stands, gorgeous and holy.

But soon the beauty was ruined by the intermittent wails that emanated from the flames.

Shuluomen suddenly woke up from a brief intoxication.

This was the place of execution, and these flames were the cruel punishments used by the Church to execute heretics.

A cruel punishment that uses the soul and body as fuel, and if it is touched even a little, it will become like an appendage, and until the soul and body of the tortured person are burned out, heretics will never die.

No matter how holy it may seem, it cannot whitewash the essence of the atrocities.

If the front is the stage where Zhao and Giovanni perform, then the back half of the stands is his battlefield.

And his task is to rescue all the captured compatriots in less than two minutes.

The flame was blazing white, and the human form inside could be faintly seen in the jumping firelight, and only a weak wail could be heard coming from the flames.

"Hold on a little longer! I'll get you out right now!" Without the slightest hesitation, he walked quickly to the nearest flame and reached into the blazing white flame.

As soon as his fingertips touched the Holy Flame, the white flame lit the whole person into a human-shaped torch in one fell swoop, but the expected burning and severe pain did not come, the protection from the flying god took effect, and the heretical energy covering the body rose up to fight back and poured into the Holy Flame, and then the flower of the flame collapsed and disintegrated like the melting snow of the spring and finally disappeared into nothingness.

"Eat it first, right? We'll wait until the rescue......" As the flames dissipated, a slightly hoarse voice came, as if it was finally relieved to let go of its burden.

"Are you alright? I'll ...... right away" Before the flames had completely dissipated, he pulled out his knife and rushed forward to cut the rope that bound them, but when he saw the appearance of several fellow believers tied to the stake, his eyes widened in disbelief: "...... Are you alright?"

Although several believers tied their hands to the stake behind their backs, they were full of energy at a glance, and there were no obvious signs of burns on their bodies.

"Huh? That's what you say?" The Great Cook Sect broke free of the rope and scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, "The last time I ***, I gave each of us a ...... Billy, it looks like it's called daddy's clothes?"

"It's a buff." The believer on the other side, who was still on fire, interjected.

"Oh yes! It's called a buff." Da Cook pat his head, "Cook said that this thing can protect us from harm, and as the ultimate insurance to give everyone a buff; Moreover, he also said that the last thing that the Flying Pasta God Cult needs is martyrs, and if they are persecuted by the church, everyone can quickly apostasy and get rid of their crimes, and always take survival as the top priority......

The big cook teacher smiled innocently: "In the end, the cook asked us to have fun, and then we knew that we were going to be sent to the grill, so we made a private ......."

"So you decided to scream and pretend you were in pain?"

"Yes." Another unbound believer moved his body and replied as he untied the other believers, "It's fun for them to be burned at the stake, but they're a little tired of pretending...... I almost couldn't scream until I called it

Well, if you come a little later, you're probably going to be exposed."

"......"

He almost fell off the stage with a kick.

Even if he wanted to break his head, it was difficult for him to understand the brain circuits of these compatriots.

"Forget it, that's a good thing." He shook his head and decided not to delve into this matter further, he had a hunch that if he continued to struggle in this regard, he would sooner or later entangle himself to death, so he quickly rescued his companions on the remaining few burns at the stake, "Hurry up, we don't have much time left......

"Leave it to me, I'm familiar with this." The Great Cook teaches the Tao.

He stood still in the smoke, and the devotees gathered him in the center of the circle with the first snail man, closed their eyes and contemplated in their hearts the last bowl of noodles they ate before being imprisoned, and offered a prayer to the god of flying noodles.

"Praise Noodle for the Heavenly Father;"

"Praise Bolognese as a savior;"

"Praise Meatballs as gods;"

"Praise the Trinity!"

The prayers of the believers echoed ethereally, as if they had reached the realm of the gods through the layers of time and space, but the Great Cooking Sect did not interrupt them, but began to chant in unison with the first eater to the accompaniment of their eulogy.

"In the name of holy noodles, holy noodle soup, and holy meatballs, may the appendages of the god of noodles always touch us, may the sense of humor of the god of noodles always surround us, may the eight rings lead us, may there be a few more braised eggs, a few more pieces of beef, and a few more popping beef balls in our bowls, and may the boiled appendages always favor us......

"Flying pasta god, omniscient and all-powerful and love to drink on the stove, may your will be on the ground, as in your noodle shop......

「RAn！」