With a crashing sound, the knight's body flew back at a faster speed, and he didn't even have time to let out a scream.
Qi Zhen stood there in black armor. Compared with the bright, solemn and miserable holy knight, she looked a bit like a villain where evil defeated justice.
He looked at his hands and nodded with some satisfaction.
On the one hand, he is satisfied with his physical functions, and on the other hand, he is very satisfied with the cooperation between Xhaka and himself.
This knight knew without asking that his combat ability was probably the strongest the team had ever encountered in this game. If he were to fight face to face with gongs and drums, Qi Zhen would probably have to work hard.
However, the reason why the opponent seems to be helpless in the hands of the two is precisely because of the perfect cooperation between the two.
He took back his black armor and turned to smile at Zaka.
Zhaka happened to be smiling at him too.
It has been a long time since he experienced the feeling of tacit cooperation with his teammates. The last time was in the last battle of Immortal Sword, in which both Li Qiang and Meng Ran died.
"Let's go." Qi Zhen greeted Zaka, and the two of them walked to the end of the corridor to the sixth floor.
While climbing the stairs, Zaka told Qi Zhenkop about the meaning of the Sacrament of Holy Orders and the Sacrament of Marriage.
The Sacrament of Holy Orders, also known as the Sacrament of Holy Orders and the Sacrament of Divine Order, together with the Sacrament of Marriage, is a sacrament that serves the communion and mission of believers and is instituted for the salvation of others.
Qi Zhen said that I know the sacrament of marriage, isn't it just an oath, whether you are poor, rich or suffering, are you willing? The bride said I am.
Zhaka was dumbfounded when he heard this.
However, Xhaka didn't know that the reason why Qi Zhen showed such a detached state was probably because he was getting closer and closer to the top, and he was a little nervous.
Zaka shook his head and denied Qi Zhen's childish remarks about the sacrament of marriage, and said seriously: "The role of the two sacraments is to give people a mission within the church to build the people of God. These people can receive special blessings Holy and made pastors, pastors of the Church with the word and grace of God in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.”
"Then I understand, that is to give those who are particularly pious to officials and nobles to take charge of the ordinary believers." Qi Zhen suddenly realized.
"It's not wrong, but..." Zhaka instinctively felt that what Qi Zhen said was wrong, but he felt awkward hearing it.
Qi Zhen chuckled, stopped joking, and motioned for Zaka to continue.
"The sacrament of Holy Orders includes three levels: bishop, priest, and deacon. Without bishops, priests, and deacons, the church would not exist..." Zaka continued.
Qi Zhen's eyes narrowed when she heard this. She interrupted Zhaka's introduction and asked, "Tell me carefully what these three people do."
"The bishop's position is above that of the priest, and he is usually the head of a regional church. As for the priest, he is generally what we call a priest, and is the person in charge of a church. He is between the bishop and the deacon and is a seventh-level priest. As for the deacon, It means that the servants of the church are divided into many levels, the lowest is the junior deacon, and the highest is the prime deacon." Zaka really knows the Catholic organization very well and talked eloquently.
"Then what level have we not seen downstairs?" Qi Zhen asked again.
"According to your description, I should have seen everyone except the bishop." Zaka thought for a while and said.
"Why me
We will also encounter knights on the fifth floor. These should not be members of your church, right? "Qi Zhen suddenly thought of the guy who was turned into a puddle of mud by her just now, and asked Zhaka.
"That should be the Templars," Zaka said.
"Then I probably know who we are going to fight next." Qi Zhen nodded.
"You're not going to hit the bishop, are you?" Zhaka asked in disbelief.
"Isn't this normal? It's just like breaking through levels in a game. Beat the weak and the strong, beat the small and the old will come out. Otherwise, what is it called playing a game?" Qi Zhen shrugged.
I don’t know if Zhaka’s face looks a little ugly because of his faith or something else.
"Don't think so much." Qi Zhen comforted him.
The two came to the huge room on the sixth floor. The environment here gave people only one feeling - light.
The sunlight on the top of the church did not become dim after being blocked by the glass. Instead, it became brighter for some unknown reason. It shone down along the skylight and was so bright that it was dazzling.
In the center of the room stood an old man with a kind face and a small round hat. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies, and he was probably no more than a few years younger than the Pope whom he had only met once.
"My Lord, Bishop in Purple!" Zaka lamented with a sad face.
Qi Zhenxin said, "I want to tell you that after beating him, you will have to beat the Pope. Are you crazy?"
The purple-clothed bishop was wearing a formal dress and a small round hat. The length of the scepter in his hand was slightly longer than his height. The upper part was curved and decorated with various carvings. The gold surface was dazzling, but in the hands of this old man, it was even more beautiful. Like a crutch.
"The Holy Light will cleanse away all darkness and evil. Welcome, young man." The purple-clothed bishop said, his expression unwavering.
Qi Zhen made a sound with some disdain, and the black armor instantly wrapped his body. His right hand pointed at the shadow under his feet, and his voice came out from the black armor with a slight sound: "Without light, how can there be darkness? Don't fool me. .”
It's funny to say that Qi Zhen always calls himself Lao Tzu in front of these people he calls magic sticks, as if this can embolden him.
He spoke to Zhaka through spiritual communication, and then whispered to the purple bishop: "Come on."
Because they didn't know the opponent's attack method, the two naturally had no chance to discuss countermeasures in advance. According to Qi Zhen's idea, they would just wait and see and run away if they couldn't defeat them.
The two still adopted the same method of cooperation as before. Qi Zhen was responsible for charging forward in black armor, and Xhaka was responsible for sneak attacks from behind, hoping to catch the opponent off guard.
A smile broke out on the old face of the purple-clothed bishop, and then the top of his scepter shone brightly.
A sun seemed to appear in the room.
The light emitted by this sun seemed to be real, and Qi Zhen couldn't help but think of Orochi's sun-drenched move in "The King of Fighters".
Facts have proved that Qi Zhen's body was not harmed by the sun because of the black armor. However, he was unable to withstand the impact of the sun's rays, and his whole body was involuntarily knocked away.
Clang.
Qi Zhen fell heavily to the ground behind Zaka.
However, when he looked up, he found something that made him dumbfounded.
Without Qi Zhen's figure, Xhaka didn't seem to know how to sneak attack. The sun was dazzling. He just stood there covering his eyes, but he seemed to have no impact on the sunshine.
No awareness.
Zhaka turned his back and looked at Qi Zhen who fell to the ground with a surprised look on his face.
"What's wrong with you?" Zaka asked.
"You don't feel it?" Qi Zhen asked.
Zhaka shook his head in confusion.
"It seems that faith is sometimes a good thing." Qi Zhen smacked her lips: "You focus on the attack, and I will assist you."
"I can't see." Zhaka said with squinted eyes.
Indeed, without the black armor and the magical thing called Sharingan, it is not easy for Zaka to move freely.
"Close your eyes and rush, and listen to me." Qi Zhen said.
Zhaka didn't waste any words. He closed his eyes, turned around and rushed towards the dazzling light.
I don't know if the cake and red wine before had an effect. He was extremely fast, and he even burst out with a speed that had never been shown in front of Qi Zhen.
Qi Zhen nodded secretly, which also meant that Zaka had complete trust in himself even though his eyes were unable to see.
"Fifteen degrees to the left, nine steps at the current pace." Zaka thought of Qi Zhen's instructions.
The skill of spiritual communication obviously requires many fewer steps than verbal communication, so Zhaka can instantly judge the current situation relative to the enemy.
After just two steps, Xhaka jumped up high, and the bloody muscle tissue spurted out from his index finger again, and rushed straight towards the opponent's face.
A trace of astonishment flashed across the purple-clothed bishop's old face. He probably didn't expect why this believer would have such an evil attack method, so his reaction was half a beat too slow.
This half-shot was enough time for those fleshy thorns to reach the face of the purple-clothed bishop, and pierce his body without any hesitation!
The purple-clothed bishop's eyes flashed, and he shouted angrily. He spread his hands forward slightly, and his body was enveloped in a golden film of light within a fraction of a second.
The scepter had no choice but to leave the purple-clothed bishop's hand, but it did not fall down. It still stood in place, and the top of the scepter continuously released golden light.
"On the right, the scepter!"
Although Zhaka couldn't see it, Qi Zhen was commanding from the side, and the thrusting thorns moved in response, instantly wrapping the scepter tightly, naturally covering the dazzling golden light.
The purple-clothed bishop crossed his arms, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and one word came out softly: "Broken."
The light film around him shrank, then suddenly exploded.
boom!
"Open your eyes!"
Qi Zhen was still in command. After the light faded away, Zhaka instantly opened his eyes. Unfortunately, the moment he opened his eyes, he saw the moment when the light film exploded, and his whole body was bombarded by this irresistible impact. Fly out.
Clang.
Zhaka fell hard this time, but it was not serious. He turned to look at Qi Zhen, who was still sitting on the ground, and grinned.
Qi Zhen also smiled: "We are brothers in need."
Beside the two of them, the bishop's scepter was tightly wrapped in gradually hardening muscle tissue, looking like an ugly fire stick.
The purple-clothed bishop in the distance lost his weapon and shouted angrily: "The Holy Light will punish you!"
"Punish your uncle!" Qi Zhen's gloomy voice suddenly sounded beside him.
The purple-clothed bishop’s expression changed drastically!
