"My lord is all-knowing and all-powerful, and the heathen will be lost!" The believers sitting in the circle responded with fanatical expressions on their faces.

"Opening the ceremony!" Beside Herme, there were the only two cardinals left.

They closed their eyes and chanted the magic incantation with all their attention.

Hermo took two steps back without a trace, his lips opening and closing, the silent chant of a cardinal's incantation.

The circle began to glow white, and more and more white light seeped out of the circle.

When the brightness of the circle reached its highest point, the angel statue began to secrete a milky white liquid continuously.

The believers allowed these almost gelatinous things to cover their bodies, and the pious chanting in their mouths never stopped.

Even if their bodies have begun to dissolve, collapse.

There was not a trace of pain on their faces, but a strange mixture of pride in voluntary sacrifice and satisfaction in heaven.

One of the cardinals breathed a sigh of relief after performing the magic spell, and said with a smile: "With an angel attacking, no matter how strong that monster is, it will only end up in ashes." ”

"Taylor, are you interested in going to see the big scene together?"

"Taylor?"

He turned his head, only to find that the cardinal named Taylor was covered in white gel.

Taylor looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Praise my lord, praise the light of eternity!" ”

The circle didn't know when it enveloped them!

"Lord Herme!!"

"For the Lord's oracle to be infallible, you also need to be a part of Michael." Hermer's face was full of compassion as the cardinals fell into the white gel.

"Your souls will serve our Lord in Heaven."

Hermo Augustus stopped chanting, and everyone present had been swallowed by the circle, turning into wriggling white gelatin.

"The survival rate given by that person is so small, so small that I can only become the only one left to live."

Hermo straightened his clothes and straightened the crown on his head, "However, if the angel wins, I will remember your merits." ”

In the angel sculpture, the sound of a beast swallowing begins to appear.

The magic circle with a diameter of 100 meters, which was originally covered with a gelatinous substance with a thickness of half a meter, was absorbed by the angel sculpture in two breaths.

The moment the sculpture was devoured, it stood up with both hands holding the two-handed sword.

As it rose, the outermost layer of stone skin began to wither away inch by inch.

Faces without faces also begin to appear with mouth, nose, and eyes.

Golden armor, golden sword, golden hair, golden wings, even the eyes are golden.

The light it emits is second only to the sun in the sky.

"Energy overflows, please use the power of divine arts, you can't get home." Russell was standing next to Herme, and Feather was on the other side of the Pope.

Herme's body fluttered, and the crown on his head fell off, and rolled to the feet of the awakened angel, Michael.

"Mortal, you dare to stand on the same level as my lord's spokesman." Michael's voice was like countless people talking, noisy and eeriely unified.

"An aggregate of life that has lived for a long time really thinks of himself as an angel." Russell tilted his head and put his hand on Hermer's shoulder.

"Why are you so bad at the magic you learned from us?"

"Didn't you get it from a regular source?"

Herme's body trembled like chaff, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept dripping from the old forehead tattoos, "I, I don't know. ”

He didn't dare to move, for fear that Russell would pinch him to death.

According to the performance in the Sky Mirror, Russell can turn believers into dust from a distance of nearly 100 meters.

He was so close to this evil star now, I was afraid that the slightest movement would lead to ashes.

"You know, Your Excellency Surro, I am only the spokesman of the Lord, and the Lord guides me in everything, and I know nothing."

"Your Excellency?" Russell chuckled, his fingers tightening slightly, "How did I hear that you call me a demon, a monster, or an infidel?" ”

"Slander, all slander!" Hermo said loudly, the force coming from his shoulder, like an axe hanging from his neck, could fall at any moment.

He knew he might only have a chance to save his life with one word.

"Lord Solo, the Lord's first prophecy was: You are the new master of this holy city!" Hermer trembled and fell to his knees, shouting:

"I've been waiting for your arrival!"

Hermer's eyes flashed, and he broke away from Russell's palm, and he immediately began to invoke the magic power in his body.

The next moment, his face suddenly became ugly.

His magic can't be felt!

"Then why would anyone stop me from coming?" Russell lowered his head and smiled at the faintly glowing sealing array on Hermer's shoulder.

"That's the betrayers of their own making, and they don't want to believe the prophecy of the Lord!" Hermo knelt down seriously, and his tone was serious, as if he was stating the facts.

"Then why did you summon an angel to destroy me?"

"I didn't do it, it's all the traitors' own initiative!" Hermo looked up, and his old face could make a bitter expression.

"I am the only one in the whole city of St. Monroe who will believe that you will come."

"Lord St. Solomon, your faithful servant has waited too long."

After speaking, he burst into tears, and his expression carried a hint of relief without regrets.

This love was sincere, and directly silenced the well-informed Russell.

Also silent was the large barrel of wooden feathers.

He has been with Russell, and Russell has not hidden anything about the Emerald Society.

Otsuki Yuroi felt that the shelf life of the ninja festival was definitely more than a thousand years.

At least until now, he had not found such a rebellious talent.

Of course, even more silent is the angel Michael who was shut down by Pope Hermegan after only one word.

His body began to twist, and the chaotic sound poured out like a volcanic eruption.

"Judge this heresy! He is not worthy to be our pope! ”

"The Pope's faith will not be so unwavering, perhaps, the prophecy of the Lord is true?"

“……”

Russell took a deep breath and plunged his fingers directly into Helmer's forehead, who couldn't resist.

It's a pity that such a genius is not used to harm the aliens here.

Compared with this god stick, the gap between the Merlin sisters and the moral bottom line is too obvious.

After a breath, Hermo made a genuine look of loyalty.

The younger Hermo asked with a respectful face, "My lord, your slave can dispose of this evil thing in front of you." ”

He pointed to the guy he had called an angel not so long ago.

However, the current 'Michael' can no longer see the appearance of an angel.

It's more like a white, fermenting deformed steamed bun.

The glittering two-handed greatsword fell to the ground, having lost its original golden luster.

Russell shook his head and reached out to draw a blue talisman in the air—a stabilising rune.

Tongtian can be used as a talisman in the void, and as for the paper talisman in Hermer's arms, he still has to keep it to give an explanation to the Shangqing faction.

The distorted ball of flesh suddenly stopped wriggling, and it remained in place until the talisman was attached to its body.

The moment the talisman and the meat ball came into contact, white light emerged from inside the meat ball, and one after another twisted souls rushed out of the meat ball's restraints with the white light.

Russell watched expressionlessly as countless souls flew into the air and then dissipated.

From Herme's memory, the so-called Michael was nothing more than a modified version of the evil path of the Shangqing faction.

It contains the soul of the first pope.

Relying on the resonance of magical faith, this soul absorbs the souls of one believer after another, and then forcibly turns into a massive aggregate of souls.

Although the strength is strong, the weakness is also obvious.

As long as the core soul is fixed, the other souls will naturally centrifuge and dissipate.

A cold light flashed in Russell's eyes, and he reached out to hold the soul of the first pope, ready to take it back and slowly concoct it.

And the descendants of these marauders, those aliens scattered on the European continent, will also be liquidated one by one by his servants.

Gone......

(End of chapter)