"This is just a ceremony, to allow us to experience heaven in reality. Don't believe too much in what you see in front of you, and experience the reality. It may be messy, it may be bad, but it is beautiful in its heart. Let go of all restraints Come and experience everything. You will understand, Magenta." He casually picked up the gold cup on the ground and scooped a full cup of red liquid from the small spring nearby. Pastor Bendiz motioned for Magenta to drink it.
Folsom, who was originally sitting on the central cushion, also stood up, caressing Magenta's forehead and smiling gently. "Come, after liberating everything, you will understand the true beauty. Follow the footsteps of the Lord and you can reach the ultimate state. Believe in me and you will be able to obtain eternal life. As long as you believe, you will be saved."
Folsen's words made the people below make noises, as if they were admiring or asking for forgiveness.
From the very beginning when I was in such an environment, I always wanted to find out what was wrong with my heart. shu looked carefully at the eyes of the people around him and came to a very ridiculous conclusion: the psychedelic smell in the air was probably the result of anesthetics and something burned by the incense beside the altar; this group of people was almost in a trance. , maybe if they say "you are a pig" at this time, they will really think that they are a pig. After working on it for a long time, this is just an artificial paradise, and it may make people fall into hell faster.
But what interested shu the most was the priest named Bandiz. Judging from his expression, he seems to truly believe that all this is a path to good, and he also sincerely wants to help people. Because no matter from which angle he looked at it, shu could only see sincerity from his heart, but not a trace of cunning.
The rogues, who lowered his head, tried hard to hide his expression. He waved away Folsom's hand touching him, but Pastor Bendiz on the other side pressed his shoulder. "Magenta, don't let the devil occupy your heart. Believe in us, just like you believe in me." He handed the gold cup forward with one hand.
The rogues who looked at the gold cup made no move. His eyes kept wandering between the red liquid in the gold cup and Pastor Bendiz's sincere expression. "Wow~!" Magenta finally did what he was best at in the past, and ran away with his head in his hands. The cat's paw hooked onto the crystal chandelier again, and the rogues jumped up to the second floor in one breath, followed the original path, and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
When the screams completely disappeared, everyone's attention returned to the remaining two people. Pastor Bendiz, who had once had a relationship with shu, was about to start persuading him, but Mesago spoke first. The tone was filled with countless resentments. "Fosen, you won't forget this mark, will you?" He pulled open the red robe forcefully, revealing a mark with a six-pointed star symbol on the upper edge of his left breast.
Folsen did not show any surprise when he saw the brand, but instead smiled calmly. "Oh~ I didn't expect anyone to survive at that time."
"Damn it! Don't forget the hatred of more than ten of our sisters who died!" The mage who pulled out his dagger was about to rush forward, but was grabbed by shu from behind. Holding Mesago's chest and hooking his neck with the other hand, shu held the mage in his arms. He whispered softly next to the ear that was red with anger: "It's not your turn yet, my good mage. Just control your temper first. Take a deep breath~"
Following the breathing rate of shu, Misago tried hard to calm down his throbbing mood.
"this..."
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" shu intercepted Pastor Bendiz's words again. "Sooner or later, things between you will have to be settled. But I went to Demon King XXX's dungeon to get something, and now it's time to take it out. Are you willing to take a look together?"
Everyone was puzzled by shu's request, but for their purposes, they couldn't exactly object. shu didn't care whether he got permission or not, so he took out a scroll, spread it out and threw it away.
The scroll slowly falling to the ground emits a soft blue light. Suddenly all the light in the hall dimmed, leaving only the blue light on the scroll. A small grass sprouted from the center of the unfolded scroll, and gradually the grass turned into a small sapling, with two small branches extending outward. Green leaves appeared on the branches in twos and threes, and light powder sprinkled from the saplings.
A solemn but ever-changing sound came from the void. "Don't come too close. Take off your shoes, because the place you are standing on is holy ground." shu quickly helped Mesago back a few steps, bent down and took off his and Mesago's shoes.
"I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob."
Except for shu and Mesago, who were half kneeling on the ground with their heads lowered, the rest of the people looked at the only light in confusion and confusion.
"Don't do evil in my name. You are already on the wrong path."
Looking at the constantly changing blue light, Folsen looked shaken and shouted: "Who are you!"
"I said, don't have doubts, it's the seedling of sin; don't be reluctant to admit, it's ignorance. I am what you imagine in your mind."
For the first time, a look of panic appeared on Folsom's face. His inner defenses seemed to be defeated in one breath, and he lost his previous calmness and confidence. "You devil! Don't slander my faith in the Lord! I am the only one sent by Him to save the world!"
The blue light turned red at one point, illuminating the entire hall in an extremely strange light. But the light powder continued to sprinkle, and after the light returned to its original light blue, the strange sound came out again. "Maybe. If one day I really send you down to save the world, it will be proof that I am determined to destroy the world. Maybe you should solve your problems yourself. I have long been disappointed with you. And this Reply, I am still too naive..."
The brilliance gradually faded, and the lights in the hall that had been dimmed returned to brightness. The saplings gradually withered and disappeared during this change, and the scrolls emitted sparks and burned up instantly. Everything is back to normal.
Folsen, who had lost his original calmness, looked at shu in surprise. "Who are you? Are you also a believer in the Lord?" After a while, all his spiritual defenses returned to his heart, building a high spiritual barrier. After he calmed down, he looked at shu. "Would you like to help me? Perhaps our cooperation will be able to unify all faiths on the continent."
Sitting on the floor with shoes on. Hearing the question, shuya just smiled and answered: "Don't get me wrong, I have nothing to do with that god. I just obeyed my master and brought a scroll here. Not to mention the mage, she doesn't believe in that god at all. And you can find a way to achieve your goal on your own, I have no interest in it at all." After speaking, shu Geng glanced at the mage beside him with a smile on his face.
Mesago looked at his hands in confusion and whispered: "It's strange, my magic power..." The red mage's robe bulged, like an inflated ball. Mesago's originally painful expression also completely disappeared, and all threats from the outside were eliminated. shu didn't doubt it, and stood up holding the Evil Holy Sword.
Pastor Bendiz, who finally had his turn to speak, walked towards shu with a kind but slightly doubtful expression. "this..."
With a stroke of the evil holy sword, the priest whose throat was cut could only make throaty sounds, but could not speak complete sentences. The spurting blood splashed onto the naked body of the female cultist on the side, and she screamed and hid behind the other men.
The sudden situation made everyone present commotion. With a mischievous expression, shu felt a little amused as he watched a group of naked men and women smeared with lamb's blood panicking to avoid the wild spurts of human blood. "To be honest, I don't like killing people that much."
A little girl in a short robe screamed and leaned against a shu to avoid the blood spurted by Bandiz. shu held the little girl lovingly in his arms. Before long, the evil holy sword was slowly inserted into the girl's back.
His young eyes widened, and blood foam kept coming out of his mouth. But shu still seemed to be unaware, inserting the sword inch by inch, and showed an expression of enjoyment. "But every time I kill someone, it always brings me pleasure."
The petite body that was twitching in her arms stopped all reactions. He pulled out the evil holy sword covered in blood in one breath. The scarred bronze sword body was covered with bloodshot eyes. Following each scar, red liquid slowly dripped onto the ground.
shu, who entered a semi-crazy state, glanced at everyone present. The axe-wielding black robes who originally looked like guards had already escaped without a trace. Folsom was frightened to the ground by the series of events. He did not expect to encounter two of the most difficult rare beings in the world, a god and a madman, in one day. The original magnanimity was gone, and all he wanted to do was escape. Anyone and anything caught by him were pushed in front of shu in an attempt to stop the evil swordsman's progress.
However, targets targeted by the evil swordsman are rarely able to escape. The evil holy sword is real? Gnarokk escaped and shot one of Folsom's feet, which was used to escape, and pinned him to the ground. Trying to make any effort to escape but not having enough time. shu stepped on the self-proclaimed savior of humanity and drew his weapon. He moved neatly towards the tendons of his limbs, hamstrings and hand tendons.
Of course, a person who loses the ability to move can only be at the mercy of the butcher. At this time, Folsen's appearance with messy hair, red eyes and white foam is really hard to compare with the happy and contented look at the beginning. But shu still didn't care, and he got close to Folsen with a smile on his face. "Do you have any truth to say? I'm waiting to hear it. I hope you have enough truth to convince me."
The man who was trampled under his feet and made an unknown wailing sound could not say any sentence. shu slashed the opponent again, blood spattered on his face, and said unhappily: "You should say something that I can understand. Or are you saying that your truth does not apply to madmen? No way. . The truth with object discrimination is not the truth. The real truth should be easily understood and applicable to adults, children, men and women, women and old people, lunatics and perverts, or fairies and dwarves. If not, It shouldn't be considered the truth. Otherwise, let's see what conditions you have. After all, my current beliefs are only based on interests, so it's easy to change them."
"Money! I can give you a lot of money!"
"Money? It's really vain. Don't want it." shu slashed Folsen's body. "any left?"
"Power! You can sit on an equal footing with me and enjoy the glory of the savior together!"
Another sword strike. "No, that's still not to my liking. Besides, what qualifications do you have to be equal to me?"
"Woman! I can help you get any kind of woman you want..." Before he could finish his words, shu slashed through the few intact parts of Folsen with another sword. "Can you give me something I'm interested in? Is there anything else?"
"Then what do you want? I can cooperate with you and I will definitely do it!"
"Oh~" The excited evil swordsman seemed to have heard what he wanted to hear. He got close to Folsen's panicked face and said his request: "Now... I just want to kill you. You promised, you can't go back on it. Hahahaha~"
"Look at your companions."
"Who? Who is it?" The sudden voice in his ears confused shu. He put his head around and searched around.
"I am the heart of the object in your hand."
shu looked at the Evil Holy Sword in his hand in surprise, with a somewhat disbelieving expression on his face. And this suspicion seems to have spread to the Evil Holy Sword. "Any doubts? Until then, please keep an eye on your companions."
Turning around to look at Mesago, it's okay. The moment he shifted his gaze back to the Evil Holy Sword, he looked at the mage who was casting a spell. Most of Bendiz's blood was splattered on her body, which didn't bother her. In addition, most people deliberately avoided the vicinity of Bandiz's body and ran out of the hall, so there was no obstacle to the mage. But what frightened shu was that the mage spent longer than ever chanting the spell this time.
In a frantic state, he stared with red eyes. And the incantation she recited... shu had heard a similar incantation before. It was a large-scale attack incantation - Meteor Rain - cast by a very old elf wise man. And the result that time was quite bad, whether it was the wise man or the situation nearby...
Mesakar shouldn't be able to recite this incantation, right? Her ability is not enough at all, and there is still a lot to be desired! But watching the medicinal materials thrown by the mage turn into flying powder in the air, the ups and downs of syllables condensed the magic power in the air, and the dangerous message entered shu's heart. Maybe this spell will succeed!
"What's going on?" shu looked dumbfounded at Mesago who was casting the spell. It is very dangerous to stop the spellcasting process at will, whether it is a mage or an out-of-control spell, which makes shu dare not act rashly.
"Perhaps He forcibly controlled the mage's body and extracted the strongest spell in my memory to cast!"
Him? shu quickly figured out what was going on. But he got more confusion. "I've never heard of Him doing this directly!"
"If you still regard the things that happened thousands of years ago as the current Him, besides, an angry heart is not easy to calm down." Merciless ridicule was placed on shu. "If you want to live, just listen to me."
shu, who had no choice, obeyed the instructions and used the Evil Holy Sword to poke holes equidistantly around him. He inserted the sword in the center, half-kneeling on the ground holding the sword, pressing his forehead against the hilt, and kept reading the words that flowed through his mind. A pyramid-shaped white light enveloped the evil swordsman's body.
"Why are you helping me? Is it because you want me to help you destroy the Holy Sword Gnarokk? Or is there some other purpose?"
"The Holy Sword Gnarokk and I were born from the same source. If either one is destroyed, the other will not be able to exist. It is enough to be able to overwhelm its holder, because that represents another victory for me. And wait for the next A victory is also something worth looking forward to. Although the process is a bit long and boring."
"Then why help me? I've never talked to you in the past."
"Because you are quite interesting and to my liking. No matter how strong I am, I am just a tool. Without a user, I cannot function. As long as you can bring me more fun, I will use it. I'll give you my power. How about that? It's a fair deal."
"Yes, fair enough."
"it's over..."
The ending of unknown meaning, shu did not get any spiritual dialogue. When the words of the mantra disappeared from my heart, they were also forgotten from my mind, and I stopped reciting them. Secretly he opened one eye and looked around. Large and small holes cover the entire original church location, including most of the courtyard. shu can no longer recognize where the parts of the building are, and the ground is full of potholes. Many charred dead bodies were either half-buried or lying beside the holes. It seems that not many people escaped successfully.
Seeing that the closest thing to him was Folsen's head, shu let go of the evil holy sword and Ji sat on the ground and sneered. He claimed to be the savior, but in the end all that was left was a half-blackened head, and his death state was not very pretty. I wonder if he can still perform the so-called miracle of resurrection with only this part left?
Not far away, Mesago closed his eyes tightly, lying on the ground unable to move. Looking at the slightly heaving chest, he was still alive, so there was no need to worry about it for the time being.
He pulled out the Evil Holy Sword and looked at it. "Hey~ are you still there?" shu placed the Evil Holy Sword to his ear and shook it. "Wow~" he exclaimed, letting go of his right hand holding the sword. "Shock me, damn thing."
Suddenly there was a bulge in the ground, which looked like a trap door. shu considered in his mind, is there anyone left alive?
"Hello." Ye who came out coldly greeted shu who was sitting on the ground. She looked back down into the basement. "O'Bailey, it's okay outside. Please move your things out."
A dozen people walked out of the basement one after another, carrying large wooden boxes alone or in pairs.
"Look! You won't go wrong if you listen to me." A middle-aged man wearing a light blue Feng shui master's robe walked out with a somewhat proud tone. "Looking at their feng shui and horoscope today, it's extremely bad. The only way to survive is in this basement. As expected! Fortunately, I didn't listen to your opinions and hid somewhere else."
"Mr. Xiuxian, you are here too. When did you arrive?" shu looked at the handsome middle-aged old man... Hmm~ The description is very strange. But the Feng shui master who has all the features that an Oriental can call handsome is also nearly fifty years old. His two beards and bun on his head make his appearance more interesting, a kind of male maturity. charm. shu greeted him respectfully.
"Well~ I'm about half an hour ahead of you. It's no problem, you guys."
"It looks like he's still alive. Really, there are so many people here but they don't even do anything to help."
"We have our jobs, and you have yours. Besides, I barely managed to get some people to move things. It's good here, but there are still many things to do." Feng shui Master Xiang was thinking of ways to use wheels and wooden boards to move things. A group of people who combined all the wooden boxes into a cart said, "Let's go when you're ready." Everyone responded. The Feng shui master looked at shu sitting nearby with satisfaction. "You should handle the rest by yourself. Don't forget that time."
"No, don't worry."
"Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta~"
"shu! shu! Where are you!"
Opening up almost every room, Magenta wandered around the church like a headless fly. Finally, the evil swordsman was found in the room where the female knight Shen Jing and Misaga were staying temporarily. The mage fell on the bed in pain, while the evil swordsman finally calmed down and sat on the bedside to take care of the mage.
As soon as he saw the rogues breaking into the house, shu signaled to be silent. ﹝What's wrong? ﹞
"Did you do anything after I came back last night?" ﹞Pinghong walked to the bed and asked softly. When she saw the Master lying on the bed, looking much more miserable than Sister Shen Jing when she was ill, Magenta asked again: "What's wrong with Mesago?" ﹞
"One question at a time, okay?" Which one do you want me to answer first? ﹞shu said calmly. In the eyes of the rogues, this looks cool; perhaps in the eyes of others, it looks different.