Chapter 67: Things here have nothing to do with you
Bang!
The already broken door was kicked open hard and flew towards the priest in front of the organ like a missile.
Bang!
When the solid wood door approached the figure three meters away, it was blocked by an invisible force. It made a loud noise as if it hit a wall, and shattered into pieces.
It did not have any real impact on the priest, but the sound of the broken wooden door interrupted the playing of the music, and there was a momentary pause.
Buzz.
The fiery red short hair is slightly messy, and the face of the visitor does not look as ferocious as her movements, and can even be called pretty.
He looks to be in his mid-twenties but not yet thirty, with slightly thin lips, a high bridge of nose, and thick eyelashes. He has a heroic demeanor but also a touch of femininity.
But the temperament she exudes does not feel weak at all. She is like a sharpened blade, shining with sharp edges.
He is over 1.8 meters tall, but he does not look strong despite the special armor.
With such a face and figure, if she were to change into clothes...
Not necessarily beheading men, but definitely beheading women.
Instead of rushing in, the tall figure outside the door walked in wearing metal boots.
Boom, boom, boom.
Although he didn't look very strong from the outside, his boots made a heavy sound against the ground.
The only reason I can think of is the giant ax in her hand that contrasts sharply with her figure.
The material cannot be seen, but the dark metallic luster of the ax blade alone is enough to imagine its weight!
Her eyes swept across the altar in the center of the church, and then she looked at the priest whose hand movements only paused for a moment before Margaret finally spoke:
"So, are you the mastermind behind this?"
Her voice was not deep, but rather had the charm of a mature woman, but the tone in it made people unable to feel the gentleness at all.
Just like her temperament, she is as cold as an unsheathed blade.
Never looked back, the pastor suddenly realized that he never looked back.
But in Margaret's eyes, the entire dilapidated church changed its appearance in an instant.
It is magnificent and holy, and it no longer looks like it was decadent before!
Devout believers whose faces could not be seen filled the corners of the church. At this moment, their fanatical eyes turned to look at Margaret.
Then, their expressions turned painful, and they stared at the intruder with hatred.
"Don't disturb me, this matter has nothing to do with you."
"This is my revenge."
A hoarse voice sounded in the church, and the priest, who had his back to Margaret, spoke in a low voice without any hint of madness.
With their lips moving slightly, all the believers repeated the pastor's words:
"Do not bother me……"
"This is my revenge..."
The mixed voice sounded particularly grand under the resonance of hundreds of people, like a holy word.
Deafening.
But under such an impact, Margaret's expression only changed slightly and then returned to calm. There was no trace of movement in her cold expression.
"call……"
She raised the giant ax that was half a person's height in front of her chest, silently stating her position and choice.
All the echoes stopped suddenly, and the figure in front of the organ paused, but was not surprised, and just whispered:
"……madness."
call.
The cold wind blew by, and half of the candles in the church were blown out in an instant, and the crazy expressions on the believers' faces became even more gloomy.
They raised the books in their hands and charged towards Margaret!
Staring at the crowd of people coming like a wave, Margaret took a deep breath and started running...
charge!
An ax warrior charged towards the sea of people!
Clang!
The ax blade swept across, bringing up raging fire, burning the monster approaching him while chopping.
Screaming, wailing, angry accusations... the believers were constantly shattered, but soon reappeared in the distance, one stepping on the other's body and one after another.
Although Margaret did not show signs of fatigue, she was blocked by an endless stream of believer monsters, making it impossible to move forward.
And everyone knows that the power will not be endless. Sooner or later, she will be exhausted by these monsters and become a fish on the chopping block, unable to fight back.
The situation seemed to be getting dangerous, but Margaret, who was at the center of the chaos, did not panic.
Breathing steadily, she continued to analyze the situation in front of her.
The most important thing is the invisible mastermind on the other side.
"The awakened ones of the spiritual spectrum cannot tell how strong they are, but they are generally at the peak of the third level..."
The fantasy in front of you is so realistic that there are almost no flaws. Moreover, the opponent has a geographical advantage, and his strength is greatly enhanced here.
but……
That's all.
Even with such an advantage, the opponent has not reached level four.
Can try!
"The situation is not that bad. My power has its limits, and the same goes for him!"
Although it looked scary and seemed to be infinitely recyclable, Margaret knew it was just an illusion.
Although to a very low degree, there have been some changes in the frequency and overall strength of new believers.
Although it is very dangerous for a person to face such a situation, he will die tragically if he is not careful.
"But, who said I am alone?"
There was no change in the offensive, and Margaret still looked like she was trying her best to move forward courageously.
It seems that he will not give up until he achieves his goal.
And at this moment, a black shadow quickly flickered and jumped along the falling shadow of the candlelight...
brush.
The pure black murder weapon appeared behind the priest's head, and without any hesitation, he grabbed it suddenly!
Clang!!!
Violent fire exploded, and the priest's figure disappeared, but the sudden black shadow was also directly bounced away by invisible force!
clatter.
The black shadow stepped on the heads of several believers, using a slight force to fall directly behind Margaret.
"Tsk, isn't that the true body too!?"
Yun Shuchang, who was dressed in leather clothes, was lying on all fours like a cat, with his pure black claws and five fingers moving in rhythm, observing the captain beside him.
The believers in the field stopped moving. Even though Margaret's ax blade was right in front of them, they did not continue to move forward. They just looked directly at the two people.
Sensing the difference, the two of them did not act rashly and stood back to back in a defensive posture.
Although the priest disappeared, the keys of the organ were still being pressed.
If there is a crazy evil spirit there that is constantly tapping the keys, it will be extremely crazy.
"Why don't you understand?"
Appearing silently in the center of the altar, the priest wore a faceless mask and his messy pale hair looked particularly strange.
He held up the nameless classics, looked at Yun Shuchang and Margaret quietly, and said without seeing any trace of madness:
"You shouldn't be here."
"If you had left before, I wouldn't have cared about you."
"Why don't you understand?"
Looking at those two pairs of eyes full of fighting spirit, showing no sign of flinching, the pastor shook his head and calmly pronounced:
"Your arrival will only increase the number of meaningless sacrifices."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and his fingertips lit up with a black-purple light.
As if announcing their death, he said again:
"What happens here has nothing to do with you."
And the moment he raised his arm, a silver figure passed through the hole in the dome and rushed down at high speed!