"Come on," the bishop glanced at Griffith and opened his chest, "I like boys who are firm and stubborn. Let's do this, I will give you three punches to show you the difference between extraordinary people and extraordinary people. What apostles are - ugh!"
The bishop's eyes blurred, and he was suddenly punched in the abdomen. The shield surrounding him was like ripples in water, cracking after waves of fluctuations. The strong priest flew out and curled up on the ground like a shrimp.
"Huh?! What, what's going on? Where's my shield? Where's my blessing?" Bishop Kelian struggled to apply a new blessing to himself, but the chaotic spiritual energy rushed through the body, and the suffocating dizziness made him He couldn't concentrate.
Hey, this! Am I being silenced? ! This guy is a shameless law-breaker, and his file is fake!
"You despicable liar and unbeliever!"
Before the bishop could finish cursing, Griffith pulled out Hanguang, chopped off his right hand with a sword, and then inserted another sword into his thigh and nailed it to the ground.
"Ah! My body blessed by God, my hands!" The burly bishop screamed heartbreakingly, "Stop, little bastard, I am Bishop Kelian, the Holy Light of Odessa Region. People will be promoted to archbishop sooner or later!
"I am one of the chosen ones who can enter the Kingdom of God. A pawn as big as you can do it with just one finger. What is that!"
Griffith pulled out the Judgment, loaded the adamantine bullet, and opened the hammer.
Under the muzzle of the gun, Bishop Kelian seemed to see a towering spire, a solemn bell, and a group of men in black wearing crow masks holding sickles. The powerful and dark contagion made him tremble. The man in black imprisoned an almost transparent soul, which was the bishop himself.
"Wait a moment!"
Griffith shot the screaming Bishop in the abdomen. The hot projectiles smashed into the strong muscles, twisted and deformed, and embedded deeply into the bishop's belly. The raging psychic storm tore through his mind and nerves, and the crushing pain hit his soul.
His internal organs twitched. The arrogant confidence and momentum, the extraordinary strength, and the blessings from the gods seemed to be shattered by this shot.
"No—!" Bishop Kelian howled like a slaughtered pig, begging for mercy with tears in his eyes, "Stop, wait, wait!"
Griffith turned his head and found Krista picking up the silver sword and closing her eyes in deep thought. This is a powerful weapon that can even mount a defense to withstand Beamon's full blow. After holding it again, the girl's complexion and breath recovered a lot.
"Krista, go get the horse," the knight pointed to the bishop's horse. "I'll ask a few questions and leave as soon as possible."
Then, he turned around and shouted coldly: "Tell me the Outer God's plan and how He plans to come."
Bishop Kelian gasped, carefully looked at the knight who stepped on him, and rolled his eyes, preparing to formulate a speech. Suddenly, he found that the knight's whole body was wrapped in a bloody aura, transforming into an indescribable terrifying shadow.
Griffith raised his right hand and held it weakly. Bishop Kelian felt his throat being strangled immediately. He opened his mouth, unable to breathe, and struggled with his hands, but couldn't grab anything. Extreme fear eroded his sanity and penetrated from the wound. He was in so much pain that he even wanted to die.
Such a powerful force is not at the same level as my extraordinary power! The bishop's eyes widened and he made an incredible voice: "With this power, you, are you a transcendent? How is that possible... Your inheritance has been cut off for thousands of years."
The fear and suffocation tightened.
Bishop Kelian's pupils were dilated. At this time, the terrifying power relaxed slightly, and he was breathing desperately like a fish thrown ashore. Griffith stared at him and clenched his right hand again.
"I said, I said," the bishop collapsed, experienced extreme pain and fear, and then was relieved. In an instant, he was thrown into it again, and the despair he experienced again was magnified countless times. There was a stench between his legs, and he slumped to the ground like a dead fish. He explained without reservation and without any bottom line:
"The master is waiting for the opportunity. He cannot come directly. Even if he projects a little clone into this world, it will consume an amazing amount of spiritual energy. He needs a grand ceremony, the prayers of 100,000 believers, appropriate sacrifices and Hundreds of thousands of specific emotional resonances to mobilize psychic energy.
"He needs the assistance of believers, not dozens or hundreds of extraordinary and extraordinary beings, but hundreds of thousands of ordinary people connected to His consciousness. I don't know the principle, but that's what He requires.
"In order to gain followers, He found me and selected the best dolls among all the discarded Saintess candidates. The Holy Light is also very cautious, and all the unsuccessful Saintesses will be carefully managed to return them to ordinary life. However, Krista is special, she died in battle. It’s not surprising that there is no way to recover the body in a place as bad as the battlefield!
"The master collected her, made a perfect doll, and then used the energy collected by Raven to give her life again. She is a candidate for the saint, and has a perfect fit with the power of the holy light. As long as she is given With spiritual energy, you can exert almost miraculous power. Holy Light believers and grassroots clergymen cannot see the difference at all. They all think that they are worshiping the spokesperson of Holy Light in the world."
Griffith looked at the bishop and asked: "What happened just now, why didn't the Church of the Seven Gods intervene and the Holy Light didn't stop Krista?"
Bishop Crane seemed to succumb completely to Griffith's will, spewing out his confession as if he had been fed a bucket of veritaserum or the diarrhea of a dysentery patient:
"The master resurrected her and gave her to us, appearing as a saint. There are many believers in Odessa, and many strong men in the mysterious world here listened to the master's call and became our allies.
"We know that the Holy Light Church will discover traces of the Saint sooner or later, but this will take time. Horus carefully helped me cover it up, saying that all this was an accidental miracle. A little girl from the countryside claimed to have received a divine inspiration. . This kind of thing happens all the time. Really, some girls come forward every now and then. Even if they are found out and become prostitutes, they can charge higher prices! The Holy See can't control it at all.
"But, the Holy See will eventually find out that Korvalen is the agent they sent."
Bishop Corian began to become manic. He was shaking because of a large amount of blood loss, or he had touched some dangerous secret and became crazy:
"So what if we find out? Can the Holy See still tell everyone, oh, I was fooled. Although the little girl everyone worshiped before looks like a saint, smells like it, and feels like it, she is actually an evil god. The puppet, the bishop of Odessa and the mysterious world collaborated to deceive everyone!
"Hahahaha! How is that possible! Is the Holy See shameless? Shameless law-breaker, do you know that there is essentially no difference between the power of the Holy Light and the power of our Lord! Aren't they both energy! Is it luminous or... Can it be different if it's pus?
"Don't tell me that Holy Light was kept in the dark. He was forced by the Senate and other Holy See to give up the Saint. He is a god. He picked up a useful doll for nothing and collected so much faith that he went crazy. What’s the big deal about believers in a city! He wishes the world would be more turbulent!”
Griffith concluded: "Who erased the memory of Krista? Who destroyed the files?"
"I, the Holy See, have also destroyed some files. After all, the container of the saint, even the candidate, is a rare commodity. Wait, you said erasing the memory? Isn't this done by the god behind you!?
"They released you, the knight who foretells the doomsday, from the prison of history, isn't it just to fight my master on this day?!
"From the beginning, they have been playing games. The world is a chessboard, and we are, uh... ugh, stop it..."
Bishop Kelian suddenly foamed at the mouth and his eyes bulged. He was shaking violently and kicking his stump.
Griffith hadn't finished asking the question yet, thinking that he was too harsh. He hurriedly restrained his explosive spiritual energy, not wanting to kill the bishop immediately.
However, Bishop Kelian could no longer say a word. He struggled, wailed, begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face, and then died.
Griffith was indifferent for a while and picked up the missing extraordinary characteristics. Suddenly, his senses were touched and he hurriedly raised his head to look at the sky. I saw a twinkling star getting bigger little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The star is approaching rapidly. Even looking up from the ground, one can feel its approach and overwhelming terror. It comes from the starry sky, tears the sky apart, stirs up ripples like waves, is wrapped in flames and red light that swallows everything, and falls to the earth with unstoppable power.
The moment he witnessed the fallen star, Griffith's legs went weak and he was sweating profusely. He was so frightened by the natural disaster that he didn't know how to resist. What was even more terrifying was that the meteorite suddenly hit his position.
"Krista, let's go quickly!" the knight exclaimed, turning his head only to find that the girl had galloped away on horseback.
In a very short period of astonishment, Griffith's heart surged with speculation and fear. He wanted to transform into a bat and chase after him, but found that the bone ring was not with him.
"Krista!" he shouted wildly, and hurriedly tried to catch up.
The roar of storm and thunder echoed in the air, and a bright lightning flashed past, falling in front of Griffith, knocking him back. The silver arc roared like joy. Amidst the dazzling silver light and the sweeping sonic boom, a heroic young woman was kneeling on one knee at the core of the light. She stood up slowly, her tied red hair flying like flamboyant flames, and the holy spear entwined with silver snakes looked arrogant in all directions like a lonely king in the fierce wind.
The young woman took a step forward, waved the holy spear at Griffith, and blocked the way:
"You can't go through, Griffith.
"The order of extermination has been issued. The extraordinary ones will seal off the nearby area. Look at the sky, the coming light of destruction comes from the Holy Light and the will of the righteous gods. They want to destroy the passage through which the fabric of life sneaks into this world."
Griffith pulled out the Han Guang and took a step forward, his eyes as red as a man-eating beast:
"Get out of the way, Erza."
The trajectory of the falling sky fire showed slight twists and turns, and it was actually correcting the direction of its fall.
Miss Light and Shadow's Edge looked directly into his eyes:
"You will die in vain. Even if you catch up with her, you won't be able to escape with her. We are all too late.
"The weapons of God have been activated, and they will be found even if they hide in the ends of the earth. The coming impact will destroy everything and completely erase the girl. Then, they will also destroy Odessa and prevent the arrival of the outer gods. Everything, It's too late.
"You know, Griffith, find your mind and think about the living! The necklace of the moon has cast down one of the morning and evening stars.
“What comes to this world is the ultimate solution of the gods of this world——
"Tears of the Moon Goddess."
