"How dare you, stop it!"
Tilda, who was on the ground, shook the ice gun in her right hand, and with a "swish" sound in her left hand, she tore half of the side of the saint's dress that was in the way, and her whole body suddenly shot towards Gascón in mid-air like a bow and arrow.
"boom!"
Gascon made no move. The moment he saw the ice spear about to stab him, a wave of air pressure surged around him, blocking Tilda's sprint.
"Tilda, Tilda..."
Gascón lowered his head in mid-air, like a hanging ghost, and murmured in his mouth.
His expression was different from the wise and peaceful priest when facing the people. At this moment, Gascón looked more like a possessed, half-mortal old man who had fallen into madness.
"If it weren't for you, why would we need to find a new body for the Holy Grail? You are the best, you are the best!"
"What the hell are you doing!"
Tilda gritted her silver teeth, her whole body had risen into the air, and she tightened her grip on the handle of the gun in her hand.
As she was keen, she had noticed that the aura of Gascon in front of her had suddenly expanded. It was a twisted aura that was completely different from the original, full of evil and madness.
"Hand over the Holy Grail to me!"
The source of this change and distortion obviously comes from the Holy Grail. What exactly does this thing do?
Tilda didn't want to cover up anymore. She originally planned to gain the trust of the church step by step, and then steal the news during a certain prayer. Who knew that things would turn out like this now.
The church has a conspiracy and must be captured!
"Holy Grail, Holy Grail, hee hee hee hee hee hee..."
Gascón let out a creepy laugh. He bent his rickety body again, holding the Holy Grail in his arms, and his body began to tremble:
"Ah - my Lord, don't be anxious, I will return your body to your spirit right now!"
Tilda no longer wanted to listen to his nonsense. The current situation had already made it self-evident. The Gascón in front of her was definitely not a kind person. No matter what the reason, he could never be accepted by the Principality of West Asia.
She was about to raise her gun and move forward when she saw Gascón holding up the filthy Holy Grail that exploded with blood and shouting passionately:
"My Lord! Witness, cover my eyes with your divine light so that I will not see the evil in the world!"
"My name is humility, and I praise your nobility. Please give me your blessing so that I can fight for you!"
"Shut up!"
Tilda rushed forward, but the air and the strong wind that broke out on Gascón were like a thick barrier, stopping the tip of her spear from moving forward.
She had obviously never foreseen such a possibility.
He is the Grand Duke of West Asia.
The first ecumenical prince in West Asia who was not a puppet of the church.
She relies on her own fighting power that she is proud of. If she can defeat the country by one person, she can rule the country. This is a simple truth.
How could a mere Gascon stop him?
Why? !
Tilda's eyes became serious, and her simple saint's robe danced violently with the storm coming from the direction of Gascón. She took a half step back, preparing to sprint away with a more violent attitude.
Before she could stand still, Gascon's figure shrouded in scarlet blood gradually emerged.
It was a weird, slender figure nearly three meters tall. It raised its hands flat, stood in a straight cross, and shouted in an old and crazy voice:
"Shepherd, Shepherd!"
Tilda was about to rush forward again when she suddenly noticed something strange. She stopped in the air and looked back at the coffin-like door of the cathedral.
Two groups of scarlet light, like Gascon, shined together in that direction.
"Temperance, honesty?"
Tilda's voice was as cold as frost.
The meaning of the gestures of the other two knight captains who appeared here at some unknown time is self-evident.
Rebellious.
This is the Catholic Church, this is the papal rebellion against the Grand Duke.
"And you, humble, don't you find it ironic?"
Tilda raised her chin slightly and looked at Gascón, who had lost his human form in front of her. The ice gun in her hand shook, and a sharp wind enveloped her, covering her with a body of ice that shimmered with blue brilliance. Quality knight armor.
"As a saint, you are destined to return to the Holy Grail."
Gascon raised his hand and pointed at Tilda, and behind her, the group leaders "Temperance" and "Honesty" had also risen into the air.
"Til-da-"
Under the scarlet brilliance of the Holy Grail, Han Dongwen, who was lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, breathing heavily.
However, every second that passed, he felt as if a big drum was beating in his heart, and his throat seemed to be extremely eager to let out a roar that was not his own.
My thoughts are extremely messy, what is happening now?
Tilda hasn't snatched the Holy Grail yet, but it's the people from the Patriarch's Church who rebelled against the Grand Duke's residence first?
How did the Holy Grail become like that? Their power has become stronger, why?
And myself, what is happening to me now!
The pain made Han Dongwen's thoughts become violent. He even raised his hand and hit his head hard to let himself be rational for a moment longer.
His questions had turned into shouts in his mind.
Why can't I give the number to Jack Guo!
Why can’t I stand up or run away!
Run away, run away...
Did Botta run away?
Will Tilda—
The chaotic thoughts are like a storm in the brain, and the pain in the brain is like a nail hammering through the sky.
"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"
Han Dongwen raised his head suddenly, as if the last steel string in his mind was broken. After venting his pain, he suddenly spit out another person's angry and unwilling roar:
"Gu Hanyang! You lied to me!"
The roar from his throat reached Han Dongwen's ears, and he almost cursed back in his mind:
Shut up, Jack Guo!
I have completely wiped out your sanity!
Playing with your mother's bug!
However, there was no follow-up to that roar. After roaring, Han Dongwen seemed to spit out all the pain surging in his chest, and finally had time to take a breath of air.
He raised his head, opened his blurry eyes and looked into the air in front of him——
Above the altar of the church, four figures had formed a mess.
Three red, one...silver?
The long silver hair was flying in the air with ice crystals, that was obviously Tilda.
But why does she seem to be at a disadvantage? Isn't this West Asia's first-class fighting ability?
Han Dongwen gritted his teeth to stay awake, supported his knees and tried to stand up, taking a closer look at the other three people who were surrounded by scarlet light.
can see.
I could see their names and they showed their health bars——
[Human Yin·Humility]
[Human Yin·Temperance]
[Human Yin·Honesty]
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