The "unknown" attack has not yet arrived, but the vast sea-like fluctuation of holy power has already been transmitted first.

The blood curtain covering the sky was easily pierced into a large hole, and then quickly dissipated.

The projection of the evil god Purcell felt the pure white blazing light earlier than Princeton. During the passionate "opera" performance, his face instantly stiffened, as if he was wearing a false mask.

Obviously, the familiar and unforgettable smell reminded him of the "tragic" experience a long time ago.

As a great being who is half human and half god, in this material world where the true god cannot come, there are very few things that he cares about, but that light is one of them!

"Is it the method left behind by the minions of the 'false god'?"

It was defeated and sealed by the angels who descended from the Black Iron Cross Church more than a hundred years ago. The priests of the Wells family began planning the layout eight years ago. Now, after nearly ten years of preparation, part of the power has finally penetrated.

What he didn't expect was that after such a long time, the local church still had methods specifically targeting him? At this time, he was naturally a little worried about the restraint left by his old rival.

After paying a huge price and a long time, what he sent was only a projection that was less than one-tenth of the power of his body. Purcell was not prepared to take risks easily. He could no longer afford another failure.

"Hehehe! The curtain call ceremony will be held until next time!"

Seeing that only a handful of sailors on the sea had been killed by his ability, and that the city had not even been affected by his power, he was dissatisfied but could only snort, 'Thank God for his mercy!'

At this time, Purcell still maintained the elegant posture of an opera performer, bowing gently in mid-air for a curtain call. Then his exaggerated figure peeled off and faded in the air like a weathered mural.

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Maybe it won't take a second for Him to escape from here completely, and then come back a few years later and once again dedicate a grand "tragedy" performance to this city!

Buzz

But at this moment, the space that Purcell was in suddenly froze! The already very dim figure quickly returned to its original state!

A pure white circular space quietly opened here, as if the whole world was only black and white. The rest of the place was shining white, except for Purcell's own body, which was as black as ink.

The outside of the black and white space.

Surrounded by solemn hymns and holy feathers of light, a slightly illusory angel's shadow has spread its huge snow-white wings and quietly surrounded this space. In his hand, there is a dazzling weapon that cannot be looked at directly.

It's stabbing slowly.

"not good!"

When Purcell truly realized that the attack had come, he found that he had been tightly imprisoned like a bug wrapped in amber.

Extraordinary people often do not judge themselves based on their combat prowess, especially gods. Although their overall strength far exceeds that of ordinary people, they only have infinite power in their own priesthood or field, but in other aspects they are only slightly better than those of the fourth level.

Just strong.

Having lost the initiative, his situation suddenly became passive. After all, the power of sealing space was not among his areas of expertise.

"Hehehe, don't even think about stopping me!"

Purcell knew that the angel who had sealed him could not come again in such a short period of time, and the church here could not afford the price. If it were just a weapon left by the angel, even if he was just a projection now,

It’s not like he doesn’t have the strength to fight.

Although he is more like an evil careerist who commands behind the scenes than a warrior skilled in combat, as a god with power in this world, he is not without means to deal with it.

moment.

The neutral figure in a stiff state and exaggeratedly dressed began to change.

A fat and rude middle-aged man, a graceful and graceful lady, a wise old man, a lively and lovely child, a solemn judge, a thief and so on.

All the existing character images in the stage play appeared and then collapsed. The sacrifice of each image could only last for a short time, but it allowed him to temporarily break his imprisonment and escape for a certain distance.

This is His mythical form, the concept of "opera performer" composed of the ever-changing stage images He has played, and it is also the core of His divinity.

Any existence that has achieved immortal divinity cannot be underestimated!

No one knows how many vivid stage images this god who created the performance form of opera has had. Relying on the consumption of this source of power, Purcell actually got closer to the black and white space.

outside.

click

Obviously, the space blockade achieved by mortals through instruments failed to form a closed loop and there were still loopholes. After Purcell moved to the edge of space, he only spent a few more stage images to break the blockade of the space barrier and break free!

"Hu Chi Ho"

Although he managed to get out of trouble, Purcell's face was very ugly and he couldn't even care about the weird laughter he had been maintaining.

The exaggerated image of the opera singer is just his human body, and the mythical form is his true body. However, just a short distance of more than ten meters caused him to consume nearly two-thirds of his divine origin.

If several large-scale evil sacrifices cannot be carried out in a short period of time, this part of the power will never be recovered.

However, the god's wisdom made him have no intention of saying harsh words anymore. As soon as he got out of trouble, his body began to become unreal again, and it was obvious that he was going to escape again without saying a word.

"The main gun of the 'Steam Fortress' fired!!!"

A loud sound like thunder on the sea made him look down.

"What?" A dazzling white light suddenly lit up on the sea below his feet, filling his vision.

boom

"No!!!"

Seeing Purcell being blasted back into the black and white space by a main cannon, he faced the bright spear point pierced by the angel's shadow. He no longer had any extra strength to resist, and exploded into ashes with a "bang"!

Only a tiny particle of light, yet brighter than gold, was controlled by invisible power and gently fell into the gold vase held high in the hand of a tall and graceful figure.

"Old Benedict has done a good job. The position of Bishop of the Diocese of Falatis is yours." Standing on the bow of the ship, the Princeton principal who had just made a divine assist did not really show his hair until the dust settled.

A smile from within.

After all, they are facing a fifth-level demigod who stands strong in the main material world. Even if it is just a projection, no one dares to say that they are 100% sure, even if they have made all the preparations.

Limit the extraordinary powers of level 2 and above to join the hunt for "murderers", limit the intervention of official wizards with more abundant means and abilities, constantly give opportunities to the "Dead Soul Box", and even step on key points to save the situation until you witness the arrival of the evil god's projection.

, the old man has been waiting for this moment.

first.

With the help of the church, part of the evil god's power can be weakened. The death of just one projection can make this restless guy tired for at least a hundred years. Otherwise, even if it is just a "dead soul box" and is eliminated in advance, the evil god can still find another opportunity to throw it away.

Two, three or even more appear, treating the symptoms but not the root cause.

In addition, the power of the god-given weapon "Holy Spear Durandal" was consumed in this battle. In the future, it is impossible to restore this "god-killing" power without long-term worship.

The relationship between the parties is both cooperation and confrontation. The natural antagonism between the Wizards Association and the Orthodox Church will not change due to the temporary cooperation. Two thorns on the back have been pulled out at once. How could Princeton be unhappy?

And even if the church does not take action as agreed, he still has enough backup to deal with it. However, after this crisis in the city, it will be the church's turn to deal with the crisis of trust among the people.

But since the result is perfect, the follow-up plan can be permanently sealed. And His Excellency the Bishop, who cooperated with all this, deserves to get what he wants.

What's more, when the old man looked at the golden vase held by Her Royal Highness behind him, he felt more and more happy. The price he had paid earlier was all worth it!

The evil god's projection appeared first and dominated the audience, but left without leaving a trace.

Purcell, who had already left in ashes, could never imagine that his actions had long been planned by a group of humble mortals. No matter what choice he made, there was more than one set of contingency plans waiting for him.

From beginning to end, He was just a bargaining chip for exchange of interests between mortals.

Haha, claiming to be a great god?

"Your Excellency, Bishop, it is confirmed that the projection of the evil god Purcell has completely dissipated, and there is no sign of the seal being reopened!"

In the New Inn Cathedral, after a temporary ceremony was held to activate the god-given weapon "Holy Spear Durandal", hundreds of priests were exhausted due to overdraft of holy power. Only the priests at the level of dean and above were slightly better.

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Hearing the voice of the middle-aged priest, the old bishop, who was standing in front of the statue of the goddess with his eyes closed and praying, opened his eyes. As the host of the ceremony, he had also confirmed the results of the battle through his spiritual connection with the holy spear, which was better than the middle-aged priest's.

Detection is more accurate.

"Goddess protects you!"

"Goddess protects you!" the middle-aged priest quickly followed.

"Double the frequency of high masses held after the church. The power of the holy spear needs to be restored as soon as possible, otherwise it will not be enough to deter heretics!"

Looking at the iron gun in the hand of a snow-white angel statue next to the goddess statue, which looked ordinary and even shabby, the old bishop Benedict said solemnly.

"Your will, Your Majesty!

Regarding this evil god incident, I have already asked people to start compiling new hymns, which will soon be sung by the choir. The mercy of the goddess will forever envelope her lambs!"

The middle-aged priest bowed slightly.

After seeing the old bishop nodding with satisfaction, the middle-aged priest seemed to be greatly encouraged and bowed again, then turned around and retreated.

at this time.
Chapter completed!