The smoothbore gun in Boaz's hand is itself a magical item that is fused with the Genesis brand.

It has a butt with a cheek plate, a pistol-shaped grip, a beautiful wooden stock behind a heavy octagonal barrel, and an old-fashioned brass-colored scope that makes it look very beautiful.

Boaz grinned, and he pulled the trigger, bullet after bullet with a rosy glow shot out of the barrel of the gun, striking precisely the tentacles in the church in the distance.

As more and more "Rose Salutes" bloomed on the tentacles, the tentacles began to reverse their momentum from curling and dodging at first, and instead of blindly dodging, they scattered some of the shells before they exploded, as if they were enraged.

The blood vessels on the half of the huge arm began to wriggle, and clumps of black blood spilled on the ground, and the tentacles that spread out of the arms began to surge wildly, all as if they had come to life.

"Come on, let me see, the power of the 'cradle'......"

Boaz saw this through the scope of his smoothbore gun, and the smile on his lips grew even bigger, and he continued to pull the trigger, and the bullets seemed to have no end in sight, about to vent all the tentacles.

The shutters of the church had long since been broken, and the ordinary believers gathered in the square of roses realized that something was wrong with the "big worship", but instead of fleeing away, these fanatical believers gathered together to enter the church to see what was going on inside.

Soon someone spotted the gunman's direction and walked towards Boaz's building.

There was not much time left for him.

In the church, Bishop Thomas also reacted quickly, he no longer blindly dodged, his eyes locked on the direction of the bullet, and the "Heelfried" in his hand opened.

He was looking for an opportunity, and the continuous use of three of the [Seven Laws] had already made him a little tired, especially the fifth law just now, which was already the limit of what he could use at the moment.

And now it seems that there is probably more than one side of the enemy.

"The Dream token for the 'Water Mirror' deck... Seems to be related to the Cradle of the Witch; And the disgusting stench of these bullets... Is it the Rose Society...... [Moon Scorpion] actually found these two former rivals......"

Thomas muttered to himself as he looked at the unfurled rose salute.

That "Anne" was very important to the Church, and on the day of the "Great Prayer" [the king's right hand] was in a special state, and he had to personally "take over" this innocent-looking girl.

He understood what the girl hid under the appearance of innocence, so he did not hesitate to use the [Law Five] - [Rhythm] that he had not yet fully mastered.

Because of this, he disregarded the safety of the believers and the statue of the Holy Light, and did not even do superficial work, but concentrated on protecting Anne.

Even after sensing the power in the shadows, he did not hesitate to sacrifice one of his hole cards in the Book of Heew, and one of the "prisoners" who had been imprisoned in it for the longest time, a member of the ancient royal family of the Flame Country.

Lupin V.

By the time he received the book from the previous Bishop of Cavides, the once deposed Emperor of the Flame Nation had already been imprisoned in the book, and even the previous Bishop did not know how long the existence had been imprisoned.

He's involved in an ancient secret between Redstone and the Flame Realm.

A deal that will never see the light of day.

It's just that Thomas didn't expect that [Dawn Guard] couldn't resist the erosion of that black flower, you must know that this is the seven of hearts of the "shield" deck, and the power of "guardianship" has surpassed all genesis decks.

What was even more unexpected to him was that after Anne absorbed the black flower, the power of "healing" and "corruption" in her body was unbalanced, and finally led to the [King's Right Hand], which had fallen into a deep sleep.

Looking at the puddles of pus and blood flowing from the pulpit in the prayer hall with the increasingly active tentacles, a sense of unease gradually settled in the bishop's mind, and the other party's goal seemed to be more than just Anne.

By this time, the tentacles had become a little crazy, and the suction cups attached to them were all open and violently retracted.

Another dense burst of bullets hit, and those tentacles did not dodge, but opened all of them like human fingers, and then twisted with force, and those bullets seemed to be blocked by an invisible diaphragm, and the route of progress began to become stagnant.

The rose-red aura on the surface of the bullet faded at a rapid rate, and then disappeared completely, and the bullet began to be frozen by layers of frost, and finally fell to the ground out of control.

Boaz, who was in the distance, saw this scene, and instead of being annoyed, his eyes were full of anticipation, and he whispered excitedly:

"Yes, that's it, resist, show me your true power, don't be limited by that insignificant seal anymore......"

At the same time, Martin in the hall observed that a pale blue mist was oozing from the tentacles' suction cups, and after the initial suppression, the sniper was completely unable to damage them.

The strange [King's Right Hand] playfully froze all the bullets that followed, and at the same time frantically approached Anne, who was still in a state of confusion.

Seeing these frantically wriggling tentacles, the image in Martin's eyes suddenly became slower and slower as if the frame had dropped, the picture began to be misplaced, the sound gradually moved away, and the thoughts in his mind seemed to have come to a standstill.

A feeling of familiarity hits you.

There was another dense bubbling sound, and the suffocating sensation of the deep sea overwhelmed Martin again, and it was much stronger than the last time.

Then, the huge golden fisheye reappeared, the glass tank-like barrier of the last time almost disappeared, and the fisheye seemed to be close to Martin's eyeball, closer and closer, as if to observe the image in Martin's head.

Terrifying, no distance.

Martin wanted to dodge, but at this moment he seemed to have lost his body and was only conscious, and the body's protective mechanism almost made him faint, but the tingling sensation in the depths of his mind pulled him back to reality.

He was like a rag doll watching his body being cut to pieces, his spirit sinking into a state of exhaustion from repeated wakefulness and slumber, and he longed for something to pull him along.

Then, there were strange waves, like an autumn wind across a wheat field, more like an icy wave washing away a corpse at sea.

The fish's eyes were instantly enveloped in a cloud of ice mist, then separated from Martin's eyeballs, and then slowly closed.

The pressure of terror is gone, and Martin returns to reality.

Before he could recover from what he had just encountered, he found that the suckers on those huge tentacles had all turned into open eyes at this moment.

The tentacles squirmed and shrunk in a wide area, bursts of sea-blue mist were dispersed, and their state was even more crazy and unscrupulous than before.

The king's right hand is finally about to be fully unleashed, showing the world the power of the "cradle".

As it rampaged, only a few people in the hall, such as Hines and Thomas, were still struggling to support themselves, their skin, brows, and lips were covered with a thin layer of frost, and their bodies were trembling uncontrollably.

On the roof in the distance, beside Boaz, a young shoot suddenly appeared in the air with a glowing green sheen.

The shoot grew rapidly, and soon became a seedling, its skin crystal clear, its branches and leaves stretched out, and finally it grew into a vague human figure.

The feminine femininity is now perfectly displayed through this plant, which even the real human body cannot surpass it.

The branches and green leaves intertwined in a bright green luster, and soon, the facial features and limbs took shape, and it was vaguely obvious that this was a beautiful woman.

The delicate branches became her green hair, the leaves became sensual clothing, the horns of the goats snaked out, and the woman became wicked and full of life.

Beside the woman, the branches and leaves were intertwined into a huge box, the body of which was trembling slightly, and if you looked closely, you could see the turbid pus flowing from the cracks.

Boaz was oblivious to what was happening next to him, and only smiled slightly:

"You're late."

The woman didn't answer him, just squinted her eyes and looked blankly at the interior of the cathedral, as if recognizing something.

"[The King's Right Hand] has been completely unsealed, and what I promised you has been done."

Boaz's right eye removed from the scope and began to wipe the long-barreled smoothbore gun.

"Good."

The woman spat out two words softly, her voice like a girl, but without a trace of emotion.

With a gesture of her right hand, the branches on the box next to her twitched, revealing the inside of the box.

Inside turned out to be a heart.

A beating heart that keeps squeezing pus out of it.

The heart was revealed, and the man seemed to be affected by something, and turned his head to look into the box.

"Do you want to be a vessel for the Mother Goddess?"

The woman did not stop the man's gaze, but continued to speak without emotion, unable to tell whether she was seriously asking or warning.

Boaz withdrew his gaze with some difficulty.

"The Mother Goddess has sensed the King's Right Hand... I felt... His excitement and lust ......"

The woman's voice trembled slightly, as if she was enjoying something extremely pleasurable.

She looked at the many tentacles that were rolling in the distance, and for the first time there was emotion in her tone:

"Mother Goddess... Here's the best container I could find for you... Please enjoy it to your heart's content......"

The heart in the box began to beat violently when it heard this, each time it became more and more violent, and the strange heartbeat began to appear, and then it became louder and louder.

And in the cathedral of Capernaum not far away, the [king's right hand] also seemed to feel something, and the twitching of the tentacles became even more crazy, as if resisting, and as if catering to something......

On Martin's side, although Fisheye was forced back by the freezing effect brought by the [King's Right Hand], his spirit was still in a trance, as if he had a nightmare all night, and his spirit was exhausted to the extreme.

He was in a daze, his body instinctively dodging the tentacles that were drawn, and he staggered.

Suddenly, Martin saw Xixian appear in the distance, and behind her, Stanley, who had been missing, was holding a sharp blade that was about to cut through Xitian's white neck.

Martin's eyes widened instantly, his muscles tensed, and he flew forward, feeling that his speed was much faster than normal, and finally pulled him through Xixian at the moment when the blade was about to slash into Xitian.

The warm touch in his hand came, and the feeling of headache reappeared, Martin shook his head, and saw clearly the person he was holding in his arms, it was not Xixian at all.

It's Annie.

Anne, who was pale and covered in no blood.

At this moment, Martin's chest seemed to be burned by something, and he reached out and stroked it, and took out the ring that he had stolen from Henry Goode's hand.

The ring was set with black stone and the words "Grey Castle" engraved on the inner ring.

At this moment, the ring became extremely hot, and then, a circle of light glowing with cold light spread.

A familiar feeling.

That was Martin's first thought.

He felt his body light, then a familiar bump, and his body spun countless times in an instant, before falling to the ground suddenly.

At the moment when he sat abruptly on the ground with the unconscious Anne, Martin finally remembered the source of the feeling.

[Silver Triumph Car].

It's the magic item of the "Key" deck again, and it's being teleported in plain sight.

A wave of anger appeared in Martin's mind, but it disappeared completely in the next moment, and there was no trace of emotion left, as if the fruit of anger had been plucked from his tree.

Then he saw a phanther figure appear in front of him.

The phantom had no arms, was short and ugly, covered in slime and uncovered in clothing.

It stood there bare, with a fat face and a demented expression, looking at a huge mural in front of it with a look of great obsession.

The mural depicts a strangely shaped golden oil lamp and a distorted and blurred phantage of a mermaid.