"Xia Mara, it's the fallen saint Xia Mara, the fallen angel is here!" The crowd shouted in horror.
The fallen angel Shyamala has occupied the plane hot list for a long time, and the fallen legion she polluted is even more frightening.
You have believed in the light all your life, and suddenly one day someone appears who can pollute your faith. As long as you are polluted by her, you will become impure and no longer recognized by the light. What does it feel like?
It's like a minotaur suddenly rushing towards you with a broom stuck in a dung bucket. Just thinking about it makes your scalp numb.
For a period of time, Xhamala became the most feared being of all light believers. Everyone carefully noted down her characteristics and ran away when they saw her.
Now, this terrifying existence flew over quickly, with two huge black light wings flapping, leaving a black trail.
Arriving above Anthony, Xhamala slowly flapped her light wings, her eyes radiated with black light, and with a smile on her lips, she said loudly: "Stupid people, prayers can't save you. Wake up and follow I break the shackles of light."
This inexplicable statement, like a declaration, scared the believers to tremble, fearing that they would be polluted if they listened to a few more words.
Only Anthony was embarrassed and wanted to tap his feet. Where did Shyamala translate this line? Forget about translating the lines, my skill in reciting the lines is not enough, and I almost failed to pronounce the opera accent. If I say a few more words, the secret will definitely be revealed.
Fortunately, she didn't need to think too much, as a loud voice resounded through the sky: "Shut up, corrupted soul, how can you blaspheme the light? The ascetic monk has set down the black angel to judge you!"
Following this voice, another fallen angel wearing Holy Spirit armor, a mask on his face, and two pairs of black wings of light on his back flew over from a distance at high speed.
Black Angel? Ascetic? install?
When everyone was still confused, Black Angel and Xia Mara fought together. Every move and gesture produced strong energy collision waves. They were genuine and innocent, even though they were several kilometers away. , you can also feel the amazing power when they fight.
Just the residual energy that spread to the ground shocked many people. After a few rounds of fighting, no one doubted their strength anymore.
The two-winged Shyamala seemed to be no match for the four-winged Black Angel. After fighting, she fled in panic, with the Black Angel hot on her heels, and the two disappeared at the end of the river valley.
Seeing this, Anthony raised his arms and shouted: "Great, it's the black angels of Monk An, coming to rescue us. They must have come according to God's will, thank the gods, the light is supreme!"
That's what he shouted, but Anthony couldn't help complaining in his heart: "Zobada! Who thought of the pseudonym? You're so lazy, just one less word?"
All the believers were stunned at first, and then overjoyed. Anthony's words were tantamount to defining the Black Angel. Is the Black Angel working with everyone?
"Thank the gods, the light is supreme! Thank the gods, the light is supreme!" Everyone cheered involuntarily.
As everyone cheered, a human being wearing a cloak slowly walked over in the air, walked over everyone's heads, and walked all the way to Anthony.
Anthony quickly asked someone to remove the shield, took two steps forward and saluted excitedly: "Shepherd under the light, Anthony has met Mr. An."
Oh my god, surrounded by hundreds of thousands of light believers, I was saluting the immortal god. It was exciting to think about it. If their identity is exposed, will these believers tear them apart?
Ange nodded, without replying, and said directly: "Gather the patients."
Despite Ange's arrogant attitude, the people around him did not feel offended or unreasonable.
Ascetic monks, ascetic monks, it would be unreasonable for these guys who practice asceticism every day to be polite. Not to mention that the other party came here on the basis of an 'oracle', even if they just go to the toilet, they will not say hello to the Pope.
The status of the ascetics is transcendent, but they are independent from the entire church and are not subject to anyone's control.
Because some ascetic monks may have been practicing hard all their lives and never set foot in human society. Some ascetic monks will not notify the church when they accept students, so naturally no one will record their identities.
If you are so casual, aren't you afraid of someone pretending to be an ascetic monk?
Don’t be afraid, because their holy light is God’s certification of them, and their power represents God.
Theoretically, ascetics work hard to cultivate their bodies in order to bear the power of God and walk in the world for God.
If someone wants to impersonate, it will be easy to see through, because ascetics have almost no emotions and desires, and anyone who has the slightest desire for power is not a true ascetic.
Those who want to get promoted and make a fortune will not pretend to be ascetics, and those who want to indulge in pleasure will not pretend to be ascetics. Only those with ulterior motives will pretend to be ascetics, but they will not be recognized by God.
An ascetic monk who can't even use the Holy Light must be a fake.
However, Ange, the fake, lived a more miserable life than the real ascetic monk. Not to mention the seven emotions and six desires, he could not even breathe, and the holy light was extremely pure, purer than the genuine one.
While the patients were gathered together, Ange struck a ball of holy light on the bright red mucus, purifying it completely, and then hit another ball of holy light on the patient who vomited the mucus.
The patient had actually expired at this time, but it had not been long since he expired, and he was not completely dead. At least Ange could sense that his consciousness had not dissipated.
In his idle time, Ange first used the Cleansing Technique to heal the damaged organs in his body, then condensed the thunder element, pressed it on his chest, and released it.
The lifeless corpse was electrocuted by Ange and sat up. He took a long breath, his heart resumed beating, and he was alive.
Ange was also a little surprised. When he used this move to electrocute Nigris, it took a lot of effort because the brass dragon's magic resistance was so high that he had to insert his hand into his throat to discharge the electricity from his body.
Unexpectedly, humans have low magic resistance, so it works immediately.
What's this? The legendary resurrection technique! What a miracle! The believers around him knelt on the ground. Even Anthony's legs were a little weak and he almost knelt down.
A large number of patients with infection symptoms were gathered together. Ange took a glance and divided their conditions into four stages, namely mild, severe, critical and urgent.
Mild ones are those with no symptoms. These people were not brought here, but it doesn’t take much to think about it. There must be a large number of mild cases who are infected but have not shown symptoms yet in the surrounding people.
Severe cases are those that have already shown symptoms, and those who have been concentrated are at least severe or above.
The danger means that their organs have been damaged. Even if the bugs are purified, their damaged organs are not enough to support their survival.
Urgent, the kind that means you are about to vomit mucus.
Ange quickly cured a dozen people with emergencies, then took out the insecticide and handed it to Anthony: "Feed them in different proportions."
Anthony nodded and handed it to his guard leader: "Feed them in different proportions."
The guard leader nodded, turned around and handed it to his guards: "Feed them in different proportions."
After Anthony cast a murderous look, the guard finally did not dare to hand it over. Instead, he recruited a few men and mixed it himself. Originally, according to his idea, it was handed over to the cook. Seasoning and dilution were the most suitable tasks. The cook will do it.
Sawa had already written the proportions on paper, just added water, and soon mixed up potions with different proportions.
Divide those who are seriously ill into more than a dozen groups, with seven or eight in each group. Each group receives the same proportion of potion and drinks it.
The 1% group showed no reaction, the 50% group foamed at the mouth, three died on the spot, and the remaining four were also dying.
However, Ange had been prepared a long time ago. A series of holy lights were thrown down as if they were free of charge, and the dead man was also rescued, and the insect plague in his body was also purified.
With Ange's protection, those patients did not resist the experiment at all, and were even eager to get out of trouble so that they could receive Ange's treatment and bask in the holy light.
After some comparisons, Ange came up with a three percent potion, which was the most effective for severe cases without damaging the human body.
The same proportion of potion is equally effective in treating critical illnesses, but a healer is required to treat the disease. Otherwise, even if the plague is eliminated, the person will still die.
Then it’s time to show the miracle.
In the next five days, Ange stayed here, constantly treating those critically ill patients with damaged internal organs. Although the purification technique was not very powerful, he continued to release it non-stop for five days, and among the believers In our eyes, this is a miracle. Long live the Ascetic Monk An!
While Ange was treating patients sleeplessly, he came to a patient lying on the ground. As soon as he squatted down, the patient in front of him exploded and punched Ange in the face.
Ange reacted quickly and held the patient's fist.
The patient showed a weird smile and said: "You are a nosy guy, the insect god greets you, I will sacrifice your flesh and blood."
As he spoke, the patient's hand melted, wrapped around Ange's palm, and surged upward.
