Chapter 270 Tonight, the God Descends
Tonight, welcome the coming of God!
This sentence has some kind of magical power, which made many monks in yellow voluntarily follow behind Cardiff and form a long queue.
"Follow me, and I will lead you to welcome God's coming!"
Cardiff raised his head and shouted again, and the monks in yellow clothes from a distance also gathered and consciously followed the team.
The Yellow Monks organization has a total of over a hundred members, and currently more than 60% of the members are following Cardiff.
Cardiff looked down at Lady Lisa in an almost condescending manner. He didn't need to say anything to show off, as the followers behind him had already spoken out his thoughts for him.
"You are old. It's time to leave the front position. Now is your own time."
Cardiff vaguely remembers that he was also a follower standing behind Mrs. Lisa back then. Now, he has become a flag to be followed by others.
He had been waiting for this day for a long, long time.
He always wanted to be the first believer to stand before God!
Regarding the scene in front of her, Mrs. Lisa did not stop her but remained silent.
People will change. If she lived to her age, she would have seen through it all. But when this day really came, she found that she was not as calm and calm as she expected.
After all, this is an organization she built from scratch.
She was the first to hold the torch high, attracting followers one after another.
Can such farce attract the attention of God?
Mrs. Lisa looked up at the black star in the sky. It was like an eye, calmly overlooking what was happening here.
If possible, let this farce get worse.
Lady Lisa stepped aside and allowed Decaf to lead the procession past her.
This is a kind of tacit consent and a kind of connivance.
After all, the fateful man from Backlund still couldn't escape the web woven by countless fates.
When Dickraf straightened his back and passed Mrs. Lisa, walked out of the manor, and was about to tear apart the passage to the spiritual world, arrive at the castle at lightning speed, and capture the perfect container, the lake in front of him was as bright as stars. Song.
Under the starry sky, in the eyes of all the monks in yellow, in the depths of the lake, the water was divided into two parts by an invisible force, and a figure appeared in the praise of the stars.
He was wearing a ragged yellow robe, with bare feet, just standing in the air.
The separated lake water on both sides reunited and flowed calmly under his feet.
The devout believers who were holding a ceremony by the lake were the first to kneel down to offer their loyalty.
The domino effect began to form. When the figure's gaze swept across, the monks in yellow who were still standing fell to their knees one after another.
Soon, only Mrs. Lisa and Dickafe were left standing.
A devout believer is really not devout at all.
There was a trace of sarcasm on Hastur's lips.
He came to this manor very early and happened to hear the argument between Mrs. Lisa and Dickafe, so he was not in a hurry to show up. He wanted to see how much piety still existed in the organization of the Yellow Monks. believers.
Unfortunately, these believers don't seem to be religious at all.
So he deliberately chose this way of appearance, just to see how the so-called followers would face his presence.
Decaf was stunned in place for a long time. The mysterious figure who appeared out of thin air on the lake in front of him was very close to the image of God that Mrs. Lisa had originally described.
The difference is: the gods mentioned by Mrs. Lisa do not have a specific physical body. Wrapped in the ragged yellow robe, is a chaotic and formless indescribable being, which is closer to the concept of nothingness than the handsome black man in front of him. Send young people.
"You blasphemer, how dare you blaspheme the gods!"
DeCaf directly characterized the young man in front of him with an unusual appearance as a fake.
He brought extraordinary power to his words, which resounded deafeningly in the minds of every monk in yellow.
Soon, the monk in yellow who was kneeling in worship raised his head, then stood up straight with fear, his eyes regained his determination and followed Dirkaf.
Hastur did not speak, and just watched calmly.
Hastur didn't hate this title. He really didn't like the King in Yellow, the old outer god who had too many entanglements with him.
It's blasphemous. He really wants to dethrone the King in Yellow. Well, starting with the organization of the Monks in Yellow.
Mrs. Lisa on the side, her eyes full of traces of time, stared closely at the figure above the lake.
That figure was quite different from the image of a god in her impression. He looked more like a person than a god.
But tonight, not long ago, the predicted black star appeared in the sky.
Black Star appears, and such a young man dressed as the King in Yellow appears. Isn't it too much of a coincidence?
Is tonight the fateful day?
She wasn't sure, so she didn't choose to stand up.
"Sacrilegious, is that right?"
Hastur pulled out the yellow robe with his right hand, held it in his hand, looked around at the yellow monks present, and then a ball of flame began to burn from the bottom of the yellow robe, and the blazing flames engulfed the symbol of the King in Yellow.
Blasphemy, naked blasphemy!
The monks in yellow who were still hesitant at first became more determined in their choice. Those who appear here tonight are blasphemers, not gods!
Only Mrs. Lisa trembled, and began to believe in her heart that the young man in front of her was the incarnation of God!
Because God likes to play with people's hearts, is a planner of fate, and often does things beyond common sense.
Never try to understand God from a human perspective!
"Blasters must die!"
With a loud shout, a wave soon formed to swallow up the madmen who dared to blaspheme God.
Dickaf's eyes were full of sarcasm. The God he believed in was still sleeping in the depths of the starry sky, waiting to be awakened by him.
This method of pretending to be a descending god should be the work of Caius's group, in order to legitimately protect the man of destiny.
For someone who should have died, it was his greatest luck to live these few more days.
Now, fate is going to start asking for the reward it had paid.
"Blasters must die under the burning of the sky!"
Dickaf stood up and shouted loudly, and three followers stood up behind him.
They looked up at the starry sky at the same time, as if they were chanting and calling something.
Suddenly, in the calm night sky, a group of fire fell from the sky, as if there was a meteor shower.
Hasta had witnessed this scene before. On the night when Ince Zangwill was targeted, this unusual fire also appeared in the sky.
Now the puzzle has been solved. The people who targeted Ince Zangwill that night were these yellow monks.
Hasta just stood quietly on the lake, without even raising his hand.
When the fire fell like rain, their attack direction was actually Dickaf and others!
His eyes had already seen through the weakness of the rules. He exchanged his own concept with theirs, and let the incoming sky fire change its target.
The yellow monk, who was originally looking forward to the sacred scene of the sky fire burning the blasphemer, hurriedly fled from the place.
Dickaf, as the main combat force, looked particularly solemn. He just stood there, letting the fire explode around him, but no fire hit him directly.
This is a kind of luck, and also a magical extraordinary ability.
Many streams of fire hit the manor, which had nowhere to escape. Madam Lisa stood up and swept the streams of fire that hit the manor to other places.
Apart from that, she did not intervene too much.
Of course, there were also some unlucky people who were hit by the streams of fire or were unfortunately affected, and the wailing began to sound continuously.
"God's blessing."
Dikav whispered, and a milky white light rose around him, turning into white chains that shuttled through every injured yellow monk.
The holy self-healing ability made their injuries begin to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the mysterious world, it is really good to have such extraordinary healing abilities.
It is a bit similar to the light priest of the sun path.
"Lord of the deep sea in the distant starry sky, please send down the holy light to judge the blasphemer in front of you!"
The calls actually attracted white beams of light to hit!
The area where Hastur was located has been locked by more than a dozen beams of light.
He just took a look, and spit out a ball of black mist, the color of the night, which turned into a surging black tide, swallowing up the dazzling beam of light in an instant.
"Judgment? Who is judging whom again?"
Hasta deliberately raised a giant holding a black whip behind him.
The giant had more than a dozen arms, and each arm held a black whip about tens of meters long.
He shouted: "Sinners who blasphemed the gods, come and receive the long whip of judgment!"
As soon as the voice fell, more than a dozen black whips swung down like black tentacles!
Some yellow monks who didn't have time to dodge were whipped directly to death, some had their heads whipped off, and some were cut in half.
The bloody and weird judgment brought unparalleled shock!
It was not until this time that they realized what the real strength gap was!
"Blames the madmen, double-minded believers, organizations that have lost their faith, prepare to face God's judgment!"
Hasta, in contrast, regarded all the yellow monks as blasphemers with a condescending attitude, and kept waving the long whip of judgment in his hand.
Dikav knew that he couldn't go on like this. While he was blasting Hasta with a group of flowing fire, he shouted quickly: "The movement tonight attracted powerful spiritual creatures. They regarded the young extraordinary man with a mysterious background as their mortal enemy and dragged him into the spiritual world!"
A strange sound came from the spiritual world, and a claw as big as a mountain and covered with black fur tore through the reality channel, ready to descend.
"Get out!"
Hasta rebuked lightly, and the black fur claw as big as a mountain was quickly retracted, and the spiritual world returned to peace.