The fall of the S-class strongman caused the entire sky to become grotesque, and the dissipated energy sprayed out randomly along with the two corpses of Archbishop Anthony, causing a rainbow of light to billow between the sky and the earth.
But I also saw a rune sword spinning and falling down the mountain with the body of Archbishop Anthony.
That is Wei Wuguo's weapon.
My heart gradually sank, and then I tried my best to raise my head and look in the direction of the Sky City.
I saw towering buildings in the Sky City, shrouded in holy light. At first glance, I was still confused and couldn't see anything clearly. Even Zhang Sanfen and Chu Wu who had rushed up before were nowhere to be seen.
I took a deep breath and knew that China-Earth has reached a critical moment of life and death. If one mistake is made, all the elites of China-Earth will be lost. From then on, the country will be destroyed and the people will be slaves.
I stopped and suddenly shouted: "Master Guangming!"
My voice is transmitted far away, and it even contains a wave of my soul!
But the Master of Light seemed to have disappeared, and there was no reply at all.
I laughed loudly: "Master Guangming! I know you are watching the excitement!"
"But I also know that you are a person who pursues immortality!"
"I want to make a deal with you!"
There was still no sound around.
But I still continued: "I will use the eighteen basic runes in the original runes in exchange! In exchange for you killing the Holy Lord!"
After I finished speaking, I stopped. This is the only thing I can take out. It is also the only thing that can impress the Master of Light.
After a while, a very fine soul wave came over: "Not enough! I want the Pangu flag and the complete thirty-two runes!"
I laughed loudly: "If you can kill God! So what if Pangu flag and thirty-two original runes are given to you!"
That extremely fine soul wave came over: "I can't kill God."
"You can't kill the Holy Lord either."
"If you are willing, give me eighteen basic runes, and I will kill any S-level strongman in the International Exorcism Alliance for you!"
I was secretly shocked.
How many brushes does this old guy have, Master Guangming?
There are many masters in the International Exorcist League, and there are more than just a few S-class experts in front of you. Master Guangming dares to boast so much.
But if you think about it carefully, Master Guangming did not just wake up from his deep sleep.
He has been surviving through various methods since the Xuanhan period more than 2,000 years ago. Two thousand years of time is no joke. No one would believe it if he didn't have a few brushes.
I said quickly: "Deal! But you have to kill someone first!"
Master Guangming sneered: "No problem! But you can't specify who it is!"
fair enough.
I asked him to take action first, and he asked not to appoint a specific strong person.
After finishing speaking, a burst of thunder suddenly came from the sky.
I stopped and looked up. But the holy light in the sky still obscured everything. Although my eyes were flashing with runes, I could never see through the light of God created by God.
Immediately afterwards, a figure suddenly fell from the holy light, and then there was a burst of chirping.
I could tell from the voice that it was an S-level expert from the Onmyoji Association.
Master Guangming shouted sternly: "You are the one to be killed!"
I could clearly see that the S-level Onmyoji had thirteen more flashing light spots on his body.
With the help of the talisman eye, I discovered that they were thirteen nailing needles.
I've seen crucifixion needles before, but this is the first time I've seen one that can nail an S-class strong man to death.
The Onmyoji casually tossed it, and a six-winged strange bird appeared at his feet, and his falling body immediately stopped falling.
After all, this guy is an S-class strongman. Although his body is covered with shiny nails, he still controls the six-winged strange bird to fly away with difficulty.
Master Guangming sneered: "If I let you escape today, wouldn't my reputation as the number one warlock of the Xuan Han Dynasty be wasted?"
His body instantly turned into a stream of light and was already chasing the Onmyoji.
I just took a quick look and continued climbing.
No matter what, I have successfully taken away a powerful enemy for Wei Wuguo.
As for whether Master Guangming can kill him, I don't really care. Death is the best. Anyway, if I die, I'm afraid I won't be able to fulfill his promise.
It doesn't matter if he can't be killed, this Onmyoji can no longer affect this battle.
Suddenly the sky turned dark, and if I looked carefully, I saw a sheet of rolling dark clouds sweeping in.
I was so surprised that I suddenly looked up.
The unknown strong man who stole the Holy Light is here!
This guy has been hiding in the dark clouds from the beginning to the end. Even Archbishop Anthony and Archbishop Cao were defeated. In the end, it was the Holy Lord who stabbed the shocking shadow of Longinus with the Spear of Longinus, and finally escaped in shock.
other side.
Now, taking advantage of the chaos in the Holy City, pagans invaded the Sky City, so they rushed over again.
Dark clouds swept across the entire sky, and only one day later, darkness enveloped the sky again.
The extremely indifferent soul wave spread throughout the battlefield: "Holy Light! That is my Holy Light!"
The light fades and darkness returns.
Even the pressure hanging over my head was swept away.
I was pleasantly surprised. No matter what the background of this guy who stole the Holy Light was, he was definitely helping me now!
In other words, it made me walk towards death a little faster.
Without that strong pressure, I had already rushed hundreds of steps in a few leaps.
All you see along the way are broken white stones and drops of bright red blood.
Blood red stone white, the two colors blend together to create a thrilling beauty.
I didn't know if this was Wei Wuguo's blood, and I didn't bother to distinguish it carefully, but stepped up to the last step.
Immediately afterwards, my eyes suddenly became bright and peaceful.
There are no blood stains on the ground, no rolling black clouds in the sky, no gunshots and explosions, and no chaotic soul fluctuations.
The surroundings are extremely beautiful, the air is fresh, and the temperature is suitable.
Various fruit trees around are full of fruits, and a trickling river flows through the open space.
There are snow-capped mountains in the distance and grasslands nearby, filled with white clouds and sunshine, just like a paradise.
Three words immediately popped into my mind: Garden of Eden.
This is definitely not an illusion, because I used a pair of talisman eyes to scan around.
If it was an illusion, I would have seen through it long ago. Even if I couldn't see through it, I could still tell the energy fluctuations in it!
God's Garden of Eden.
At the moment of shock, someone suddenly said in standard Mandarin: "Mr. Pangu, father asked me to pick you up for the banquet!"
I turned my head sharply and found a naked, tall and extremely handsome blond man looking at me with a smile.
The strange thing is that although this guy is naked, he does not give people any obscene and dirty feeling. Instead, he is as beautiful as a work of art.
I thought about lightning in my mind and blurted out: "Adam!"
Since it is the Garden of Eden, of course there must be Adam.
And there is a high probability that there will be Eve and the snake that can fool people.
Adam smiled and said, "So Mr. Pangu still remembers me."
He bent down gracefully and made an inviting gesture.
I sneered: "We are enemies! Does God want to invite enemies to the banquet?"
Adam was very tolerant: "Those who can enter the Garden of Eden are friends."
I sneered in my heart, friend?
If Zhang Sanfen and Chu Wu hadn't run fast, they would have died under the thunder and lightning.
What about Wei Wuguo? With the rune sword in his hand, he managed to kill him under the siege of four S-level warriors!
Although I didn't encounter any obstruction when I came to the Garden of Eden, I know that the other party definitely has no good intentions towards Middle-earth!
There is no good banquet and no good meeting.
Isn’t the Hongmen Banquet in the late Qin and early Han Dynasties a bloody example?