There was a roar in the silent hall, and Mrs. Marquis quickly retreated, hiding behind the bishop. Whatever was inside, it was obviously the safest place for the bishop.

In the manor, the irregular flesh no longer moves, and in the center, the headless body moves slowly, carrying many victims. The devoured professionals now have no body, but their heads float in flesh and blood, and Hughes took a head and took it to himself. Crunchy. There was the sound of bones gnawing, and the head of the unavenged one shook a few times, and finally the blood flowed profusely.

"Not mine! "The sheep roared, and the huge flesh roared, and the flesh piled up, and after the roar, the ground was full of squeezed grease. Outside the manor, the archbishop frowned as he looked at the trembling glow of magic.

"Ma'am, I don't think this monster can continue like this. "I felt a great build-up of energy in him, and I needed the help of the guards," said the bishop, and the marquise fell silent. The situation is out of control. She didn't know what to do. If we give up on escaping, the marquis's reputation will certainly be damaged, but if we go in, will the bishop and the guards really be able to take care of that monster?

The Marquise hesitated, having a sense of foreboding, that rushing in now would be tantamount to suicide, but in the face of the powerful archbishop, Marquis decided that rushing in to destroy the monster was the best option. It was then that Monty Python's bounty hunter caught her attention. "I'm sorry, Bishop, but the estate is surrounded by robbers. I'm afraid I can't give you the guards. I'd rather wait until the guards come before thinking about killing the monster," the bishop sighed. He planned to kill them all, but in the end he couldn't cure the symptoms.

The legal system was unstable for a while, and there was a time when people were eager to take advantage of the fire.

"All right," the bishop tightened his robes. Who knows how long he hasn't done this, a hundred, twenty years, a long time since the bishop has encountered a strange alien, a fear of the unknown. God willing, may the sun shine on every corner, the bishop prayed silently, and then walked into the darkness. The Marquise took care of him, then stopped.

"Madame, why don't we go to your house first? The butler suggested that he had had enough of this place, and if he hadn't been so lucky, he would have died by now.

"Wait, I can't leave until the bishop has made a decision," said the Marquise, who gazed at the manor to see if the bishop would be able to destroy the demon and thus restore his reputation. As long as the bishop wins, there is still time to make amends.

Inside, the creatures had turned into a ball, and the Bishop walked in, stepping on the grease and lighting up a ball of light on his palm. Vis was still pale and looked the same as before, and the bishop held it up with his shining light, staring at the skin, where he could see the veins flowing.

The blood vessels are hidden deep in the skin because they are too pale to be seen, and the light emitted by the bishop reflects on the inside of the meatball, as if its core is a smooth bead. These blood vessels are as thin as earthworms and as thick as the aerial roots of a tree, and during this time of bishop's observation, the earthworm becomes an aerial root.

In the bishop's imagination, there was a constant flow of energy in the meatballs, some spreading outward, some condensing into the core, and the diffused energy was disappearing, and the core was becoming stronger and stronger. The bishop's face was silent and serious, and he whispered a prayer to the god of light. The prayers are getting longer and longer, and the bishop's light is getting brighter. At first it is the white color of the moon, then it turns red and yellow, like the rising sun, and then the change of the sun at noon.

Just as the bishop was gathering strength, the meatballs were surrounded by thick veins, which were black and shiny, like tangled black hair. The bishop's gaze stopped him from preparing. This spell is now powerful enough to cut off enemies. While not deadly, it may make the monster stronger if it can be allowed to grow. The light in the bishop's hand became a straight line, starting from the ball of light, and the temperature of the light on the thick branches of a tree, like the sun.

The bishop's arm is tilted, and the whip is swinging. Cui ~ The gentle whip and the meatballs collided, making an iron sword-like hardening sound, and the bishop quietly ran inside to breathe, and the gentle whip turned the color of Mondstadt into a bright red!

A third of the way to the meatball, there was a glittering red wound, and only then did the Bishop see the core of the energy gathered in the meatball: a giant with ankles, a head between knees, arms the size of chimneys, and a body the size of an ocean liner. We can't let him grow up! The first sight of the giant made up his mind.

Now that the other party is crouching and filling the entire manor, if he stands up, it will be a weapon of war to attack the city and destroy the county. The bishop's wrist contracted, his breath rushing frantically towards the meridians, the whip of light wrapped around his wrist, the absorbed energy piercing the veins, which, combined with the distorted light, made the priest's entire arm light. This greatly increased the power of the light, but after that the arm would definitely be lost, and there would be another three months of weakness, during which the bishop would have to lock himself up in the church or it would have been a murderous spree. As the bishop of the episcopal diocese, his strength is closely related to the bishop's diocese, and not going out for three months is a great sacrifice for him.

When we go out, the Winchester family will give me an answer Not far from the priest, a black vein flutters in the air with the passage of time, the bishop's heart trembles, the body outside is still, the bishop's left arm is disappearing. At this time, Wes's ball of flesh had already risen, the top had already passed through the roof, and the tangled black veins were swinging wildly in the air, the thickness and thickness were intertwined, and the energy of the defense array was absorbed and digested.

Gradually, the meatball grew a black whip like a tail, the black whip was raised high from the roof, as soon as they saw it, the crowd around the manor suddenly felt dizzy, they involuntarily approached the meatball, they raised their left arm, the five fingers closed a little, the fingers kept trembling, the joints were unconsciously removed, and the whole looked like a flame that kept swinging. The crowd got closer and closer to the meatballs, and many of them unconsciously let their bodies bang against the walls, rubbing the flesh against the masonry and making the house even more bizarre......

At this moment, in the manor, the unconscious crowd suddenly came out of a well-dressed figure and threw a runestone in front of the dizzy bishop!

"Wake up ......"