One Thousand Three Hundred and Fifteen: The End, the Destruction of the Holy See (9)

One Thousand Three Hundred and Fifteen: The End, the Destruction of the Holy See (9)

——The source of the earthquake, where it comes from.

"How, how, can, can?" His eyes widened, and his face was full of horror, shock, and disbelief.

He had seen similar pictures and a large number of text descriptions of this kind of scene in the internal materials of the Holy See. Yan Wang felt that he was a good person, and this was indeed... a scene that summoned the power of heaven to come.

Aren’t the saints and saints dead?

How can the Holy See still...

Is there any fish that slipped through the net? Is it the same as the bloody routine in Zhong?

Thousands of words and countless thoughts were stuck in his throat and blocked in his chest. Finally, he spat it out and turned it into one sentence: "You, a female horse, are so fucking hot!"

The scolding made Yan Wan feel relieved immediately, feeling as if all his thoughts were understood. Seeing the increasingly dazzling holy light quickly eroding the rich demonic energy over the fortress, he felt scared but also a little lucky.

"Fortunately, I have a good habit of leaving everything behind. But..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth and showed an ugly smile: "MMP, although I am prepared, there is a real possibility that my backhand will not be strong enough."

The holy light was getting closer and closer, and Yan Wan clearly felt a sense of relief, no longer full of depression like he had just been in the pile of demons in the fortress.

The demons around him are melting away faster and faster. Yan Wan even saw that the demons standing on the city wall had been purified by the holy light and turned into black scum.

Accompanied by the howling cold wind, black scum all over the sky was rolled down the city wall and flying in the air. The entire fortress was filled with the choking smell of sulfur.

Close.

Closer.

Yan Wang widened his eyes, trying hard to see clearly who this guy who carried the power of heaven was.

However, even though he tried his best to open his eyes wide, he could only see a blurry figure wrapped in holy light.

Why is there no light ring on Mao Angel's head?

This was the only thought swirling in Yan Wan's head. Behind the blurry figure were two large wings that were five or six meters wide. They were golden and looked like the five-cent special effects in web games.

However, the mountain-like pressure made Yan Wan's heart unconsciously feel chilly. His bones, like steel, were making bursts of explosions at this moment, and his legs were swinging unconsciously.

"Are you going to knock me down and make me kneel down?"

Yan Wang looked ferocious and roared in his heart. Then he knelt down on one knee without hesitation, leaning on his sword, with a pious look on his face: "My God's glory shines on the world, see my God."

resistance? Would you rather die than surrender?

I'm afraid it's Shi Lezhi.

Don't forget that he still stands on the same front as the Holy See. Regardless of whether he believes in this god or not, at least he has to give people face, right? You have to be good at appearance and have a correct attitude.

Kneel down, what can you do?

Maybe if people see him being so cooperative, they might be able to reward him with something.

For example: Granting a divine horse angel bloodline or something like that?

Gwen, who was beside him, knelt more neatly than him. When he noticed the fluctuation of the Holy Light, he lowered his head in excitement, with a pious look on his face.

"My God will remember your efforts and contributions."

There was a thunderous sound in the sky, followed by bursts of sound waves. The clouds in the sky instantly shattered and scattered, causing fierce winds.

Yan and Wang were shrouded in holy light, and the injuries and filth on their bodies healed and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The armor, stained with demon flesh and blood and covered with traces, returned to its original state in just an instant. The alchemical runes on it shine with holy golden light.

Bless you!

Yan Wan instantly realized that he was blessed...

Of course, the main blessing is the armor, which gives it stronger defense. As for the injuries... Yan Wan looked miserable, but there weren't many wounds.

Just for a moment.

In front of Yan and Wang, the holy light instantly condensed into a figure. A circle of ripples spread out, melting the demons within tens of meters into a pile of debris.

"Pope?" Yan Wan raised his head and looked at this solemn, solemn and majestic guy. There was an obvious expression of surprise on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

The Pope, no... I should say the possessed angel Jason, smiled and nodded at them: "Thank you for your hard work."

"...Why is it like a military parade? Thank you for your hard work, comrades..."

Yan Wan resisted the desire to complain and cursed in his heart, but relief and excitement bloomed on his face: "It is our duty to resist the invasion of demons."

This is a good comrade.

Jason sighed in his heart, and with a thought, a purer and richer holy light enveloped Yan Wan again: "This is the reward you deserve."

"...The bosses in heaven are still generous."

Yan Wan had the urge to burst into tears: "Damn it, I worked so hard to do things for Murphy in hell, but in the end my grandson didn't show any sympathy.

Even if the task is completed, there is still a black-hearted middleman called the system, who collects taxes and makes the difference. It's worse than the XX second-hand cars endorsed by Honglei. "

Damn the system!

Thinking of this, he cursed again in his heart.

If it weren't for this thing, Yan Wan would definitely give up his career and join the boss of Heaven.

Jason was full of energy and nodded solemnly: "Let's go and eradicate the devil. Close the gate to hell."

He, a hard-working actor, has been holding back for so long from the beginning to now, and his life and death is finally at the end of this drama. Next, he only needs to attract the arrival of the demon lord Murphy and kill this guy, and his purpose will be accomplished. .

…

A group of three people, with the boss Jason crushing them, can move very fast.

Fire demons, armored demons, evil demons...all will be killed instantly.

It’s typical to look at someone who is kneeling and someone who is brittle.

However, when they struggled to break through the demon's counterattack and surrounded them, and finally arrived at the source of the demonic energy, the trio's originally somewhat excited mood was instantly covered by ice.

Wow cool wow cool...

Jason couldn't help but mutter to himself: "What's going on? Did something go wrong? It's impossible? The source is clearly here, and the demonic energy is so strong..."

The scene in front of him was a hill made entirely of bones and flesh. Broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere, and the thick blood exuded a choking smell.

However, although the scene is extremely impactful, there is no trace of the Gate of Hell.

What about the gates of hell?

Why isn't there such a big gate to hell?

"Could it be that we have been teased?"

Yan Wan glanced at the two of them out of the corner of his eye, looked around, and said thoughtfully: "Could it be that the Lord of Hell has learned the lessons of the past, so he did this first to test us?"

Gwen acted as Yuan Fang, picked up the conversation at the right time, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Yan Wangsha’s analysis was reasonable: “He massacred everyone in the sanctuary, probably because he didn’t want us to summon the power of heaven, but he felt it was not safe.

So Murphy first deliberately gathered demonic energy to give us the illusion of opening the door to hell, in order to test whether we still have the ability to summon the power of heaven. "