Chapter 266: Unusual Movements in the Dark, Blasphemous Heresy
St. Samuel's Church.
Archbishop Anthony was expecting the Red Gloves to bring him back the news of victory.
At this moment, the goddess statue in front of him began to shake slightly for no reason!
Not only that, hundreds of stained glass windows on the dome suddenly shattered, and the light projected by the Crimson Moon was much brighter than before.
What happened? !
Archbishop Anthony's heart was beating uneasy, his face was as gloomy as water, and he looked up at the starry sky.
The sky was bright, and it seemed that there was not only the light of the Crimson Moon, but also stars, which were also emitting brighter and more dazzling light than before.
Something must have happened!
Archbishop Anthony immediately retracted his gaze, apologized to the shaking goddess statue, and then followed the broken glass passage of the dome to the top of the church.
He searched around with a cold gaze and finally found the source of the abnormality tonight.
In an insignificant house, the soil and rocks on the ground began to roll, and bright but not dazzling light was constantly gathering.
The light of the stars in the sky seemed to be particularly fond of it, and they were constantly casting their gazes.
At this moment, Archbishop Anthony understood that what the Red Gloves Team was chasing tonight was just an illusion, and the heretics who were really hiding near the church were only beginning to show up now!
"Any heretic who disturbs the goddess's peace will be buried by the night!"
Archbishop Anthony shook his body and came to the place where the light gathered. Just as he was about to make a move, the soil and rocks below him completely cracked, and the light gradually disappeared.
In front of him appeared a young man, who was about 25 years old, with black hair and a handsome face, especially his eyes, which were as deep as the starry sky above his head.
The man stood at the bottom of the deep pit, in the middle of the ruins of the collapsed house, looking up at the starry sky.
Well, he was still naked at this moment, without any clothes on.
But such a scene was not as blasphemous as imagined, but rather had a kind of holiness?
It was like an ignorant angel descending to the world, naked.
But he quickly abandoned this idea. He could clearly feel the increasingly strong stench of the real Creator from the other party!
"This is blasphemy!"
Archbishop Anthony suppressed the strangeness in his heart and defined all this as blasphemy!
Being naked is the greatest offense to the goddess!
"Sleep!"
"Destroy!"
"Die in the night!"
Under Archbishop Anthony's soft chanting, the surrounding darkness surged silently, as if it had intelligence, stretching out black tentacles, and at the same time turning the place where the young man was into absolute darkness.
But it didn't work. The young man was surrounded by bright stars, and in just a moment, he dispelled the illusion of the night.
His left arm stretched out a chain that seemed to be forged by starlight, spreading and growing, and waving it a few times at a high speed, smashing all the black tentacles that dared to offend.
In Archbishop Anthony's nervous and depressed mood, the young man's eyes finally fell on him, but after a brief glance, he fell on St. Samuel's Church. His mouth opened slightly, as if he uttered the word "night".
Unreasonable fear began to spread in Archbishop Anthony's heart. What kind of heresy is this!
How dare he blaspheme the goddess like this!
"Blaspheming heretic, only death can cleanse your sin of blaspheming the goddess!"
Archbishop Anthony's mouth moved up and down, and the natural spirits and ghosts sealed on his teeth turned into a group of black tides and swept away with his open mouth!
The spirits of the mountains, the spirits of the rivers, the spirits of the trees, the ghosts of fear, the resentful shadows of death...
This is a special existence that he has encountered and sealed in his life. For this reason, he has set foot in the dangerous areas of the spirit world many times.
Most of the sky turned into a black tide and rushed straight to the young man below.
"Imprison!"
The young man uttered a word, and the natural spirits and ghosts in the sky were imprisoned. All parts of their bodies were entangled with transparent chains and could not move.
He just glanced at them, and the imprisoned natural spirits and ghosts were completely annihilated.
It rained in the sky, a black and sticky rain.
When the black rain was pouring, the young man opened a portal to the spiritual world and left here at a high speed.
Archbishop Anthony, whose hands and feet were slightly cold, did not hesitate to enter the spiritual world as well, not to let the evil heretic escape the punishment of the goddess!
But what he didn't understand was why the goddess's eyes had never been cast over?
Moreover, he actually felt a familiar breath on the evil heretic just now, which was the breath of the night.
At the same time, he also vaguely felt that there seemed to be a secret smell on the heretic.
What a blasphemy and treason!
...
Mr. A felt that he was going to die.
Originally, he thought that with the diversity of his shepherd's methods, he could leave calmly even if he was surrounded.
But he still overestimated himself and underestimated his opponent.
They came prepared, but he was careless.
Bang!
His shoulder was smashed again, and his flesh and blood began to wriggle and heal, but the recovery speed was too slow. Before he could recover, half of his body and his shoulder were smashed.
If it weren't for the extraordinary ability of the Rose Bishop, he would have been a pool of flesh on the ground, paralyzed and unable to move.
"Hu, hu, hu..."
He panted rapidly, and his exposed heart began to beat in response to the rhythm of his breathing.
"Lord, merciful Lord, your faithful believers, please go to your kingdom of God and continue to serve you."
Mr. A shouted loudly, then vomited out a large pool of blood, and fell into a pool of blood.
Near the end of his life, he seemed to see the Lord obeying his call and sending an earthly angel to save him.
Is it the Lord who sent Lord Ouroleus?
Mr. A opened his eyes wide to see clearly, but in the end he couldn't see anything clearly.
"Leave quickly!"
A reminder suddenly appeared in Leonard's mind. He quickly stepped back and called the members of his team to leave together.
But before they left the spirit world, a young figure came to Mr. A. He raised his hand slightly, and all the attacks on Mr. A collapsed.
He stretched out a finger and pointed at Mr. A, and the flesh and blood belonging to Mr. A began to flow back and gather around him. In just a few breaths, Mr. A had recovered as before, without even a scratch on his face.
"Get out of here quickly!"
After being reminded, Leonard once again called on his teammates to leave and not to stay and seek death.
His shout attracted a glance, just the first glance into his eyes.
Leonard felt that his heart had stopped beating, his whole body was stiff, and he was trembling and unable to speak a word.
So did his teammates, including the two bishops of St. Samuel's Church, who were also trembling.
This is absolute personal suppression. Even if the opponent has not yet activated the mythical creature form, just one look can completely make them lose their combat effectiveness.
Fortunately, this mysterious young man didn't stay long. He grabbed Mr. A's shoulders and left, disappearing.
When Leonard and others looked at each other in confusion and didn't know what to do, Archbishop Anthony also arrived.
After listening to the report, Archbishop Anthony sighed and said, "Go back first."
He had no intention of continuing to chase them. The speed gap between them was too big for him to catch up.
Even if he catches up, can he defeat the opponent?
In response, he could only smile bitterly.
Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had escaped another disaster this time.
Following everyone back to St. Samuel's Church, Leonard looked at the broken stained glass on the dome. Leonard was shocked. Was the goddess even disturbed?
After a brief question, Archbishop Anthony asked them to go back and rest.
After returning to his room, Leonard couldn't wait to ask: "Old man, old man, do you know what happened tonight?"
"The son of the evil god of the Aurora Society was born."
"?!"
Leonard's eyes widened and he almost jumped out of bed. He tried hard to suppress the shock in his heart and quickly asked for relevant details.
"Do you remember the last time you dealt with Lanerwus, the divinity in his body was taken away?"
"Remember, the person who took action... was Mr. A tonight?"
Leonard also wanted to understand all this. Mr. A volunteered to be bait tonight just to buy time for the birth of the evil god's heir.
"Old man, didn't you say that if a powerful extraordinary person took action in Backlund, it would be possible for the gods to descend?"
Leonard asked another key question. If the descendant of the evil god was really born in the alley not far from St. Samuel's Church and alarmed the goddess, why didn't it trigger a divine descent?
"The coming of gods takes time and preparation. Do you really think they can come if they want to?"
"But why was it so close and not discovered until tonight?"
"Maybe the goddess of the night is not looking at Backlund now."
"Old man, are you not sure?"
"Nonsense, that is a true god, and she is also the goddess of the night who is good at hiding."
Hearing the obviously furious voice of the old man, Leonard's nervous mood tonight finally relaxed. He turned over on the bed, lying on his back, and whispered: "Old man, what level is his strength? I feel he is much scarier than Archbishop Anthony.”
"In order to avoid triggering a divine descent, he tried his best to suppress his aura and strength. It is very likely that he is Sequence 2."
"Sequence 2! Are the children of the evil god so scary once they are born?"
"..."
Leonard didn't wait for the old man's answer, and it was obvious that the old man didn't understand the question.