Theft of the Believer - Miracles belonging to the Theocratic Church.
Its somewhat extravagant consumption and harsh activation conditions made Han Dongwen feel that he had no chance to use this skill.
The damage caused by the first hit is reduced. Only when the target does not immediately enter a hostile state after the first hit is completed, can the miracle be established and the damage of the second hit be greatly increased.
This really makes people wonder how to apply it. After all, the condition requires not to enter a hostile state. Even if the person is tied in place, unable to resist with fists and feet, or unable to move, as long as there is still the desire to attack, it must be a hostile state.
But it is clear that now this miracle has finally worked.
Standing in front of Han Dongwen, the first thing Yang Oli wanted to do was not to attack him, but to continue fulfilling the shepherd's promise.
At this time, the indescribable and profound power that was stirring all over Han Dongwen's body made him understand very clearly that the Believer's Stealing had been successfully launched.
"It's my turn."
Looking at the wound on Yang Aoli's hand that was constantly pouring blood, Han Dongwen was silent for a moment and looked up into his eyes: "War orphans with Simeng blood like you, how many people are there in the Principality of West Asia? Have they all been killed?" The Church in Hands?
Although not everyone with Simeng skin color is a spy, nor can such crude means be used to screen the complex intelligence operations between the two countries, understanding some of the arrangements of the West Asian Principality is also a great thing for Han Dongwen.
"We do this?"
After listening to Han Dongwen's question, Yang Aoli raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean, are we like this, even if we have yellow skin and black hair, or are we like me, people who lived on the frontier when Jingzong divided the five cities?"
Han Dongwen thought for a moment and then said: "People like you were displaced when the five cities fell."
What he really wants to know is how many war-torn orphans like Yang Aoli and Guo Jieke were controlled by the Catholic Church of the Principality of West Asia when they separatized the five cities. These people had no worries and had rather fanatical beliefs. They dared to fight and kill, and they were easy to kill. For Simeng, it is an unstable factor that must be feared.
"There are twenty or thirty people here."
Yang Aoli looked a little serious, and gestured with his chin to move behind him: "Including the ten or twenty compatriots from Minluo Pharmacy, there are more than forty people responsible for the attack on Tianying City. I will count the floating people separately. , there should be a total of more than a hundred West Asians of Simeng origin participating in the mission. The actual war orphans are probably slightly more than this number, but they cannot escape this range. "
After Yang Aoli finished speaking, Han Dongwen stood there and waited for about four or five seconds. He was relieved when no holy light vision came from the sky.
More than a hundred people?
So, the number of ten people in each of the thirteen Yihong Towers exceeds this number, which means that some places are just guerrilla troops from West Asia posing as soldiers to cause chaos, and some places, like Tianying City, have already been ambushed by West Asians.
All these undercover agents are all under the orders of the church, and may even be under the control of a priest named Gascón. This...
This hidden danger is too huge!
"Burn them all!"
Following the solemn prayer, the long sword in Yang Aoli's hand ignited a blazing holy fire. The target of the chop this time was Han Dongwen's left arm. The sword cut down, as if he was going to peel him like a human stick.
Still pretending to be in pain, still pretending to hold on, Han Dongwen still gritted his teeth and tightened the bleeding, hot and scorched wound, panting heavily and looking at Yang Aoli.
"Crack!"
"Ouch——!"
Several loud noises were heard, and the two of them turned their heads in the direction of Guo Jie Ke. They saw the huge wave jumping up and down. Several beams of the Yihong Building beside them had been broken. It looked like it would be damaged if it withstood a few more collisions. A few floors are about to fall.
"Sect Master, do something useful, Sect Master!"
A group of players were shouting in the audience, while Yang Kai was jumping up and down in the air, but he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. From time to time, he shot out a few streaks of ice from his hand, including a sword array, a chain, and a sledgehammer, but he was always blocked. The giant wolf was easily knocked away or torn into pieces that filled the sky.
What's even more terrible is that this giant wolf has obviously determined to bite and kill Yang Kai, and always seizes every opportunity to attack Yang Kai who is flying in mid-air.
Even though Yang Kai managed to avoid it, he was still jumping up and down like a fly avoiding a slap, his back was soaked with cold sweat, and his face was full of anxiety and helplessness.
After many battles, he has discovered a desperate fact - there is nothing he can do about the strange giant wolf in front of him. If it hadn't attracted some of its attention now, he would have been helpless even if the Yihong Building was demolished by it. .
"Is it possible that you still hope that Yang Kai can turn the tide?"
Looking in the direction of Yihong Tower, Yang Aoli sneered: "Jack and I have known about this person's strength for a long time. You'd better give up on this idea."
Han Dongwen looked at Yang Kai hiding in the air, with a livid face and said nothing.
He thought that Yang Kai was very good, but he thought he could delay it for a while.
For a sect like Hanying Sect, the whole purpose of recruiting and expanding disciples is to cultivate disciples who can enter the Law Division, so as to add some weight to Yang Kai's own position in the Law Division.
If we use an analogy, it's like a training class for professional preparation for civil servant exams. Yang Kai is just the organizer of this training class. It's unrealistic to expect how much ability he has.
but……
But don’t be such a coward!
Han Dongwen angrily scolded Yang Kai in his heart, and turned back to look at Yang Aoli: "Don't worry, just ask questions, you don't have much time."
Yang Aoli grinned, showing a look of disapproval.
But there was still a hint of pain and unwillingness between his brows.
After planning for a long time and even sacrificing Jack, it turned out to be a farce. The person he wanted to rescue had already returned to the Principality of West Asia, so wouldn't it be completely meaningless for them to make a fuss here?
In this case, it is better to end the Shepherd's Covenant as soon as possible, lead everyone to fight a bloody road, and evacuate!
Having made this decision in his heart, Yang Aoli suddenly raised his head: "Let me ask again, you seem to be a person with many problems."
Han Dongwen looked into his eyes and made a calculation in his mind.
What information do you have now?
First, this beast's shadow is a trick created by the Catholic Church of the Principality of West Asia, and the key figure is a priest named Gascón.
Secondly, Father Gascón cultivated a fanatical organization composed of Simeng orphans with no less than a hundred people, and was a force that should not be underestimated.
The wounds on Han Dongwen's left leg and arm were shocking and terrible. Even if he aimed at the most basic movement like walking, he could only withstand one more stabbing blow to his right leg.
This question requires careful consideration. Is it asking him about the attitude of the Grand Duke? Or ask him about the secrets of the Patriarch’s Church?
No, neither works well...
The information available to low-level members of the church like Yang Aoli, who is treated as cannon fodder, is extremely limited.
In this situation, all he needed to say was "I don't know", and he would most likely be able to escape the divine punishment of the Shepherd's Covenant.
"Tell me information about a West Asian spy like you, and I ask that this person does not know me, my identity, and everything that happened in Aquila City."
Han Dongwen stood resolutely in front of Yang Aoli and stepped out with his right leg.
"Information about other people?"
Yang Aoli was stunned for a moment, then reacted and showed a cruel scowl towards Han Dongwen:
"Do you think you can run away? Do you think you will survive to the end?!"
At such a life-and-death moment, what Han Dongwen was thinking about was obviously catching a fish. This made Yang Aoli feel an inexplicable sense of humiliation. He gritted his teeth and waved the long sword in his hand in a circle, pointing at Han Dongwen's body. Tip of the nose: "Okay, let me ask you a question, who are you, and what benefits will the Grand Duke get after completing this adultery?"
Han Dongwen took a deep breath and touched the dagger behind him with his intact right arm.
three……
two……
"Broken apart!"
The two figures struck together like electricity. Their swords struck each other, and the sound of impact that broke through the air fell. Their figures stood together.
Yang Aoli's long sword had penetrated Han Dongwen's right leg from top to bottom. As a result, Han Dongwen could only collapse on Yang Aoli's body, and he supported his weight like a hug.
The two figures were as still as statues. Yang Aoli looked up at the sky and murmured absentmindedly: "...Yi Xueyin, in Bianzhou, is the sister that Jack and I love most in the church... …”
He looked down at Han Dongwen, and his voice gradually became weaker: "You...don't, don't hurt her..."
His pupils were dilated and he was breathing heavily.
Han Dongwen looked at him silently. Even though he was leaning on Yang Aoli, his only intact right hand still held the dagger tightly and slashed Yang Aoli's legs.
"Click!"
Several muffled sounds were heard, and the tibia bones of Yang Aoli's legs exploded, and the skin was pierced from the bones and flesh. Blood burst out from Yang Aoli's thighs like a ring. Immediately, the skin and flesh of both legs were broken, and both of them were injured. Collapsed to the ground.
The effect of Believer's Steal took place, and under the huge increase, Yang Aoli's legs were broken. Even though this was not a critical point, the injury was still fatal.
The outcome has been decided.
Victory or defeat on the battlefield is the difference between life and death.
Han Dongwen leaned on Yang Aoli's shoulder, threw away the dagger, slowly but firmly grabbed his hair with his right hand, and moved closer to his ear tiredly and relieved.
"benefit?"
"The Grand Duke gains nothing."
"who I am?"
"I'm not from the church, I'm not from the Catholic Church, I'm not from West Asia, I'm not from anyone you know."
Han Dongwen paused and said the last sentence slowly but firmly.
"I am the king of Simeng."
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