"These members of the military team are too easy to deal with."
Johns, the former Bishop of the Mechanicum, silently put away the mechanical hand cannon assembled on his arm, looked at the dozens of corpses lying on the ground covered with bullet holes and bleeding blood, and muttered: "I don't know where the blasphemers can handle it."
The Holy Church’s Judgment of Light Team does not…”
"I heard that the members of the Judgment of Light Team are all composed of mid-level Beyonders, and they also carry level 1 sealed objects. It is probably not that easy to get rid of them..."
At the same time, in the most remote village in the Dickens fiefdom, the blasphemer Taylor Mitchell looked pale, looked at the seven team members in front of him, and coughed: "Ahem...why are you here?"
"Who leaked the news?"
"You shouldn't be here..."
Among the seven team members, a figure walked out. He was wearing a simple clergy robe. He had silver hair, light golden eyes and deep eyes. His face was full of wrinkles and deep grooves. He was not tall, but he did not look rickety.
, appeared extremely tall and straight, and seemed to contain huge power within his body.
"Those who blaspheme will eventually be judged..."
The visitor looked at the blasphemer Taylor Mitchell with an indifferent expression, and said in a deep voice: "Taylor Mitchell, you killed believers, destroyed churches, and killed church members. Your sins are serious. On behalf of the church, I sentence you...
…death penalty!!"
As the visitor's words fell, the magnificent and mysterious projection of the huge temple emerged out of thin air.
Towering, towering, holy, noble, sacred...
The moment the temple projection appeared, Taylor Mitchell's body began to melt strangely, as if the ice sculptures were gradually melting in winter. Lots of evil black energy floated out of his body, and his entire face became ferocious.
It seemed like he was in great pain.
"Judge me?"
"No one can judge me!!"
"Not even the Temple Angels!!"
"The source of the corruption of all things, the controller of all evil thoughts and madness, the unknown existence deep in the void..."
Taylor Mitchell struggled crazily, chanting the honorable name of the evil existence in his mouth, completely stimulating his spirituality, revealing an incomplete mythical creature form, with ferocious blue-black arms mixed with black-gray wings.
The fleshy wings and tiny black eyes emerged from the cracked skin, exuding a strange, evil and depraved aura.
As Taylor Mitchell recited, the power of depravity and darkness surged out uncontrollably, and evil formations intertwined back and forth took shape on his body, as if Taylor Mitchell's body
As a container for birth, the essence of demonization, mutation, madness, and depravity became more intense, gradually forming an ugly and terrifying black-red flesh ball.
"You all get out of here!!"
The silver-haired old man looked serious, stood with his hands behind his back, and gave instructions.
"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Several members of the Judgment of Light team did not hesitate, directly activated their spells and quickly moved away from this place.
The silver-haired old man Brian Jais looked at the weird flesh ball that was constantly twisting and forming, with a cold expression, and spit out a mysterious word: "Holy Light!!"
The intense holy light passed through the sky, fell from the sky, shone directly from the shadow of the temple, and penetrated the flesh ball formed by Taylor Mitchell.
"Zizzizi..."
The smell of cooked meat spreads, and an obvious hole appeared on the meat ball. The surrounding area was burnt, rotten, and bloody. Among them, Taylor Mitchell's limbs were twisted, all his black wings were broken, his blue-black arms were covered with solution, and those strange eyes were
It became hollow and pale, as if it had lost all energy.
"Purify!!"
The silver-haired old man Brian raised his hand slightly, and an extremely bright light gathered at his fingertips, turning into an extremely pure light beam, heading towards the big meat ball, covering it.
"Pfft!!"
Just when the beam of light was about to cover the flesh ball, a blue-black arm covered in liquid drilled out of the flesh ball at an extraordinary speed, turned into a black shadow, and disappeared from the spot.
"Zizzi..."
After the purifying light pillar completely covered the flesh ball, it burned with a pure golden holy fire, completely covering this filthy and evil thing.
The raging flames can't stop burning...
Brian watched this scene silently and did not follow the escaping blue-black arm.
A moment later, the blond and blue-eyed Cardinal Augustine walked out of the light door condensed out of thin air.
"Your Excellency, Archbishop, has the blasphemer escaped?" Augustine asked, looking at the evil object burning the holy fire.
In the Sengliars Cathedral, Cardinal Brian Jais looked calm and said: "He used his incomplete mythical creature form as a sacrifice, recited the name of a certain evil god, and forcibly summoned the sky into the void.
If I forcibly hunt him down, the evil creature born will surely destroy all living beings. He is threatening me with the living beings in Dickens’ fiefdom and the entire imperial capital area, forcing me not to continue to hunt him down..."
"Your Excellency, Archbishop, he can't escape. 0-0037 is still there. He can't leave the Dickens fief. We will find him and purify him completely after the evil thing is completely purified by the holy fire." Augustine looked at the huge shadow curtain covering the sky.
, said in a deep voice.
Brian Jais shook his head and said softly: "The power of this clone is almost exhausted. Besides, I can feel that something is going to happen recently. My body cannot leave the Cathedral of Sunligaers.
The sealed object behind the Gate of Light is more important than his life. There must be no loss. Augustine, bring 0-0037 back. As for the life of the blasphemer, there is no need to force it."
"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop." Augustine nodded respectfully.
"This operation is very problematic. The Mechanical Holy See is rebellious, the blasphemers, and the Eternal Demonic Cult. I even feel traces of the involvement of the Church of Sleep. After investigation, I feel that the emergence of the blasphemers is related to some guys in the imperial capital.
Relationships, don’t let these people become destabilizing factors,” Cardinal Brian Jais warned.
"Your Excellency, Archbishop, I will investigate clearly." Augustine said respectfully.
"The Dickens family is a loyal believer in the church, and Bach Dickens is a person whom His Holiness the Pope values and cannot allow any loss..."
As the last voice of Brian Jais fell, his figure gradually turned into a point of light and disappeared, leaving only a piece of white feather feathers.
Augustine respectfully stretched out his hands, held the white feather feathers, took out a golden box, carefully put the feathers into it, then moved and disappeared.