"Is Jesus dead, or has Jesus never been?"

The thought that suddenly appeared in Zhang Jiao's mind was like a spell, constantly circling and echoing in his heart, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"The poison of faith? or a division of doctrine?"

"If the Lord does not exist, or is long dead, how can the Holy Power exist in the world, and sweep the darkness of the entire world, and defeat countless old gods?"

Zhang Jiao stroked his forehead, and the questions in his mind sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Confused.

Sister Belinda Modesti, who had been looking at the figure in front of her with devotion, worship and admiration, suddenly began to chant a prayer from the book of Proverbs.

"As the Sabbath was coming to an end, on the first day of the week, when it was about to be daylight, there was a great earthquake. For a light came down from heaven and drove away the night once and for all. His appearance was like lightning, and his garments were as white as snow. The guards were so frightened that they trembled like a dead man. And the angel said unto the keeper, Do not be afraid, for I know that ye are guarding those who were crucified. I have come here to tell you that he is no longer here. ”

"The keeper looked back, and saw that at the moment when the sun rose, and the light shone upon the bloodstained cross, the Most High who had been crucified disappeared into the light in their sight, leaving only the chains that bound him, and the nails remained on the cross. The watchman looked at the incredible scene in front of him in horror and asked the angel, who is he?"

"And the angel solemnly told him, He is your Father, and your Lord, the Creator who came to earth to atone for your sins. The caretaker immediately wept and wailed in the direction of the cross, "Confessor, we are guilty, we have killed our Lord?"

In the midst of the bitter weeping, the angel leaned down, wiped away his tears, and told him. You are not guilty, and the Lord has borne all sins for you and died for them. Now you are pure and sinless. Therefore rejoice and rejoice. He will also be resurrected in Heaven to continue to guard His flock......"

In the chanting sound like chanting hymns, Zhang Jiao's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

The prayer that had just been sung by Sister Belinda Modesti quickly condensed into blood-colored words, and the gray robe that surrounded him behind him kept circulating, turning into drops of blood-like liquid flowing down.

Whoa!!

In the sound of rain dripping, the voices of thousands of men and women mixed together were like the sound of death, repeating a prayer.

"He will also be resurrected in Heaven and will continue to guard his flock......"

"He will also be resurrected in Heaven and will continue to guard his flock......"

......

Zhang Jiao couldn't help but follow the chanting, and then stretched out his hand and gently stroked Belinda Modesti's smooth and delicate face in front of him.

"Will He be resurrected in His own kingdom?"

Originally, this scripture was just a story, but when combined with what I had guessed, it immediately became full of other meanings, and even the three-point sanctuary became full of doubts.

"Something must have gone wrong with the Lord?"

Zhang Jiao raised his head slightly, and through the luxurious villa in front of him, in the unreachable clouds, he faintly saw the eternal and immortal kingdom of heaven.

The moment he noticed, the glorious kingdom once again opened a crack to him.

The light is shining, the hymns are ringing, and countless holy spirits are calling for his coming.

Zhang Jiao immediately lowered his eyes, took his gaze back, and then looked at Belinda Modesti, who was caressed by him, and said with a smile.

"Now, do you feel the presence of the kingdom of heaven?"

Belinda Modesty, who tilted her cheeks slightly and looked at Zhang Jiao with burning eyes, immediately replied. "I can feel the presence of Heaven. ”

Zhang Jiao looked at her eyes full of piety, worship, admiration and many other emotions mixed together, and suddenly asked another question that had been repeated before

"Do you still think I'm still your lord?"

He pointed to the sky with a gentle expression.

Once again, Belinda Modesti replied without hesitation, "Yes, you are my master. ”

Zhang Jiao felt Belinda Modesti's unreserved trust, and said sarcastically while stroking her cheek back and forth with his palm.

"A Lord who can't even go to his own kingdom?"

Belinda Modès looked at the sneer on his lips, and instead of answering directly, she closed her eyes and began to sing an ode to her mouth.

"O my Lord, one day the world will sanctify your name, and may thy kingdom come and return to thy pastures......

In the poetic and singing prayer, the holy power in Zhang Jiao's body immediately boiled, scorching his body like a charcoal fire.

When the holy power burst out, Zhang Jiao suddenly stretched out a finger and gently put it on Belinda Modesty's lips, then leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Can I trust you?"

The nun immediately opened her eyes, as if the devotion in her eyes was about to overflow.

"Yes, you can always trust me. ”

Zhang Jiao smiled when he heard this, only feeling that he had asked a superfluous question.

He could feel that the moment Belinda Modesti opened her eyes, she had become his saint.

The two of them never separated from each other.

This is a deeper bond than the covenant between God and man.

Because, from this moment on.

The gods are the spiritual extension of the saints, and the saints are the manifestation of the will of the gods.

Zhang Jiao stared at the nun's beautiful and amazing face, and his right hand suddenly opened slightly.

The beautiful bracelet that Nicole York had worn on his wrist had already quietly fallen into his palm.

Zhang Jiao grabbed Belinda Modesti's wrist, and the bracelet was like a circle of light, precisely on her wrist.

A small silver-white bracelet appeared on Belinda Modestie's wrist.

The nun stroked the delicate bracelet on her wrist with joy, and before she could speak, she saw a slender finger piercing her eyebrow.

Above the fingertips, the light shimmers.

The slender fingers shone under the pure and domineering holy power, like a spear of light, directly into the nun's head.

The four-armed godmen surrounding behind Zhang Jiao immediately came up, and the halo swaying behind his head was even more sparkling and trembling.

The holy power that flowed through their bodies suddenly poured out, flowing into the nun's body without any barrier.

A moment later, the holy power that was inexplicably born in Zhang Jiao's body was poured into Belinda Modestie's body by him.

The white and divine light swirled around her body, and finally turned into a pair of flaming wings that emerged from her back.

Belinda Modesti opened her eyes calmly, and the flaming wings behind her instantly opened, sprinkling countless lights.

It looks like a real angel who has come to earth.

Sacred and beautiful.

Belinda Modesti, flapping her wings gently, looked fixedly at the figure in front of her, who no longer had any holy power on her body, but revealed a strange power, and half-knelt down loyally, and said with an excited and fanatical expression.

"Thank you, my lord, for your supreme gift. I will be the sword and shield in your hand, and I will remove all obstacles for you to step into the kingdom of heaven......"

Zhang Jiao looked at her fanatical expression, but shook his head slightly, stroked her long hair that began to shimmer with a broken golden luster, and said softly.

"No hurry, go back to your familiar place, and see, hear, and observe for me, I wonder how many secrets are still hidden in the Templars, or why they are suddenly divided. ”

"Then, grow yourself!!"

In a low voice, Zhang Jiao disappeared in place with the finances piled up next to him and the dozen or so boys and girls.

In the empty hall, Belinda Modesti was still half-kneeling on the ground, her expression full of determination.

"Do your will, my lord. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Belinda Modesti flapped her wings like flames behind her, and flew out of the villa with a brilliant brilliance. Disappear into the night sky.

On the road outside Sunset Hills.

Zhang Jiao looked at Belinda Modesti's departing figure, and with a dozen boys and girls standing behind him, they also disappeared into the night.

He wasn't worried about how Belinda Modesti would explain that she had been plundered and came back alone.

After all, the holy power in her body is real and can withstand any investigation and test.

......

Here, as the sky gets brighter, the city of Sant'Angele gradually becomes more and more vibrant.

On the bustling street, Zhang Jiao strode into a retro-style tavern with a closed door according to the memories of Nicole York's remnant soul.

In the tightly closed tavern, there is still the smell of alcohol from last night's party.

Zhang Jiao looked at the empty tavern in front of him and twitched his nose slightly. Immediately, from the strong smell of alcohol, I searched for the breath of several living people.

Strode up to the second floor of the tavern, followed the smell of living people, and soon came to the door of a somewhat dilapidated room.

Boom!!!

In the loud sound of kicking the door, the three people who were sleeping together on the bed were immediately awakened.

The man who was the first to wake up by leaning on the head of the bed pressed his head and rubbed it vigorously, and then said dryly towards the figure who walked in at the door.

"Hey, man, who are you? Why did you break into my house, I want to report it...... Alarm...... ......"

It's just that before he finished speaking, he touched a puddle of soft fat.

He immediately looked down, and then reacted instantly.

"Martha, why are you in my bed? FXXK, where am I?"

When he looked up, he saw the greasy and fat woman lying next to him suddenly turned over, dragged him in front of him, and then quickly took out a Type 176 Crumington pistol from the cabinet next to the bed, pointed at the figure who broke in at the door, and shot decisively.

Bang Bang Bang !!

With the crisp sound of gunshots, the twelve bullets from Cummington's pistol were already pouring out towards the figure in front of him.

The other man who slept in the same bed as her suddenly screamed, holding his head and shrinking at the head of the bed.

Four seconds later, as the bullets in her pistol were gone.

Zhang Jiao stepped over her and aimed at the bullets that had been fired under his feet, walked straight up to her and asked, "Are you the Black Rose?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three excited people on the bed immediately fell silent, and obediently stunned there, and then heard the fat and greasy woman reply.

"Yes, I'm Black Rose. The group of statues of the Kings and Ministers of the Kingdom of Sunstanya, sent by Nicole Yorke, is still with me, ready to be auctioned at the beginning of the tourmaline auction at the end of the year. ”

Listening to Black Rose's answer, a flash of joy suddenly appeared in Zhang Jiao's eyes.

"So where is it, give it to me. ”

The greasy and fat Black Rose immediately stood up from the bed, took out a mobile phone from the clothes scattered on the ground next to her, and made a call mechanically.

The bell rang for a while before someone answered the call.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

Black Rose said immediately.

"Mike, bring the set of statues that Nicole York sent, and some buyers have taken a fancy to them. ”

"Okay, big sister. I'll be there right away. ”

With the hanging up of the phone on the other side, Zhang Jiao turned around and walked out of the room, came to the lobby of the tavern, and found a place with a better line of sight and sat down.

It didn't take a while.

The three people who were still slick in the upstairs room had already arrived in the lobby in proper dress.

Black Rose twisted her big ass and walked out of the cellar carrying a small vat of unopened ale, while the two men next to her quickly walked to the kitchen and got busy.

Ding Ding Bang.

A hearty breakfast was brought out by them.

Bacon, sausages, cod, french fries, puddings, mushrooms, tomatoes and other fruits and vegetables filled the table in front of him.

Zhang Jiao immediately started moving.

By the time he had finished his breakfast and drank a large puff of fresh ale.

Outside the tavern, there was the sound of cars stalling.

Zhang Jiao looked out through the open window and saw a teenager wearing a baseball cap carefully taking out six small wooden boxes from the carriage, and then cautiously came in one by one.

"Sister, everything is here. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jiao, who was sitting by the window, had already walked over, opened the six boxes, and then removed an ordinary-looking stone slab from one of the statues.

"Special note, you have obtained the Earthly Slate (mutilated), and the evaluation of this mission has been slightly improved. You can submit this item while playing in a Western-type world, and receive a significant boost from the power of that world. You can also exchange 3,000 merit points directly after the end of this mission world. ”