Chapter 266 The Precognition Dream from the Priest
"You stink all over now, go and take a bath." The Supreme Mage waved his hand, indicating to Salomon to clean himself up quickly. The stench of the coagulated blood and sweat of various black magic creatures was mixed.
Even vampires won't like it, all the people here are normal people.
"And." The Venerable added before the disciple left, "Athena, I told you, you don't have to go there anymore today, little Lorna has gone home safely. In the next time, the wise
The goddess of war will hunt down those idiots herself, so you can rest assured."
"You should know that my anger is out of guilt, right?" Salomon said to His Holiness before leaving, "Marduk's target is me, Mephisto's target is also me, they want to use me
Sit on that chair. If those innocent children die because of me, I will never forgive myself."
"It's a good thing to be able to taste guilt. The most important thing you need to do now is to make yourself fragrant again. The world will not stop without you. Revengeful boy, go and enjoy dinner with the witch.
You need to relax. When revenge is launched, I guarantee you will be at the forefront."
Salomon bowed and respectfully exited the meditation room.
"You should have called us, Boya." Bayonetta caressed the hair of her lover lying on her lap, with a rare tenderness in her tone. Since she and Salomon met, they have gone through many different situations.
From wanting to kill each other to becoming attached to the memory of five hundred years ago, Bayonetta has never seen Salomon with such anger during such a long time together. She felt that she had just returned.
The mystic at home had rage condensed under every inch of his skin.
"We are all so idle that our bones are itching." She said, "There are too few angels in Europe. Joan of Arc and I can't pretend to be nuns all the time. That way we will only attract friendly angels, and the amount of exercise is not as good as a yoga session."
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"But this is business, dear." Salomon closed his eyes, enjoying the caress of the witch and the intoxicating scent of perfume. He rubbed Bayonetta's thigh, and the witch gently pinched his nose,
It wasn't until Salomon grunted in dissatisfaction that the witch let go of her hand and turned to playing with other parts.
Because he was too angry before, Salomon chose not to use magic but to use melee combat to deal with the enemy, which also resulted in his body being covered with the blood of the enemy. He has now changed his clothes, and the previous clothes have been burned.
Even his bath water was poured into the deserted wasteland - after all, no one knew whether a basin of bath water mixed with the blood of all dark magic creatures would give rise to any strange things in this chaotic universe.
He is very tired now, especially after eating, and he can hardly open his eyes. Bayonetta wants to put Salomon to bed tonight, but this idea is strongly opposed by Joan of Arc. She
She threw down the Cheshire Cat she was playing with and tried to drag Salomon up. Fortunately, Bayonetta stopped Joan's ridiculous move in time, allowing Salomon to continue lying on her lap and have a good rest.
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"That was an action against you. We are qualified to go to hell to kill that hell lord. Don't forget, Boya, you are the weakest one in this family-" the witch said with a smile, "-if you don't count the Cheshire Cat
With your little maid."
At this time, the doorbell of the apartment rang. Salomon opened his eyes and struggled to get up from Bayonetta's lap. He asked the android to see who was coming. When the android brought back the news
, the mystic mage's eyes couldn't help but narrowed, as if he was thinking about something.
"Who is here?" Jeanne was a little curious.
Not many people knew this address, and she couldn't guess who would be visiting after dinner. Salomon gave the answer - "Father Moru." He said, "It's the alcoholic black priest. He's here
He who came to me told Dinah that he had something very important to tell me, that my disaster was near, that I had gone astray, and that I was about to descend to the palace of death."
"You attach great importance to this guy, and you didn't get angry after hearing these threats." Bayonetta also asked the question at this moment, "What's the reason?"
"He may see the guy who gave me the stigmata." Salomon stood up and patted the wrinkled shirt on his body. "Do I still have a settlement with that guy?" He asked the witch, "
Will you receive him?"
"Since he wants to be a guest, let him come in."
Even when Father Moru visits, he will bring a bottle of wine, but he drinks this bottle of wine himself. "I know about you, including what you have encountered, just before it happened.
"He said straight to the point, "I know you definitely want to ask me where the news came from. I can only tell you that I learned about it while praying."
"Isn't it time to drink until you break the shard?" The Mystic Mage is never forgiving, especially when facing the servants of God.
"Huh!" Father Moru couldn't refute the mystic's sarcasm, because he did dream of Salomon's situation after drinking the fragment. He couldn't lie. The reason why he remembered this
The reason is that it is impossible for most people to remember what they dreamed about after drinking the fragment, but he still remembers what he dreamed about even now.
Because of this, he immediately flew from Europe to New York after waking up from a hangover without missing a moment.
"But you are drinking again now." The mystic mage looked disdainful after listening to his explanation. He somewhat suspected that Father Moru had damaged his brain by drinking. According to Father Moru's drinking method, his liver has not yet recovered.
The problem is also a miracle.
"This is the best antidote for a hangover." Father Moru glanced at the witch next to Salomon with dissatisfaction.
The witch is a woman who practices sorcery, a lackey of the devil, Delilah who cuts off Samson’s hair, and the great witch of Babylon who rides on a seven-headed ten-horned monster and leads the Son to the place of slaughter. Moru vs. Salo
Mongolia was extremely dissatisfied with the fact that he was close to the witch, but he knew that Salomon would never listen to him. He came here just to inform Salomon that he was about to be in danger.
"I dreamed that you faced a three-headed poisonous dragon in a black fire that could burn your soul." Father Moru took another sip of strong wine. His drinking speed even made Salomon suspect that the bottle of wine was Father Moru.
I bought it from the supermarket downstairs, and the spirits I brought from Europe have long been finished.
"The poisonous dragon has a green snake tongue, and its highly poisonous saliva turns into poisonous weeds when it falls to the ground." The priest said, "I saw you riding on a horse without a saddle and stirrups, using a spear and a long sword to fight against the poisonous dragon. I saw you
You use the spear to pin the poisonous dragon to the ground..."
"Wait, wait, why is this story becoming more and more familiar to me?" Salomon quickly stopped Father Moru's nonsense, "This is obviously the story of St. George slaying the dragon. Although many of the contents you said have nothing to do with me.
Quite consistent. For example, my war horse does not have a saddle or stirrups, and I do have a sword and a lance, but this does not mean that what you said is right - have you forgotten your dream and then made it up?
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"Then how do you explain that I dreamed about that thing before you were attacked?" Father Moru glanced at the mystic from the edge of the bottle. He swallowed the drink and coughed twice. "You are still unwilling to believe in God.
, this kind of thing should not happen to you." He glanced at the two very charming witches, "You are indeed the Messiah, the second Messiah, and the responsibilities you have to bear are much heavier than now.
The Lord wants you to be born so that you can be the savior. Remember what I said to you before? You can perform miracles without accepting external magic. What stops you from doing this? Your teacher?"
"No, it's the height." The mystic said solemnly. Father Moru obviously did not accept this nonsense, but it was a fact.
"Anyway, you'd better study what you took from the monastery. The wisdom of the Lord is in it, and that's something you can understand. Don't look at me like that, I know the guys of the Golden Dawn, they also
They came to the monastery in search of wisdom, but they didn't take away much, because it was something they were destined to be unable to understand, and they were not even qualified to receive the Holy Blood." Father Moru stood up and prepared to leave, "My dream
That’s what’s going to happen, and what you need is the strength of the Lord.”
"Forget it, if God is really omnipotent, then we humans are just ants, the burnt offerings we offer are insect stumps, and our worship is the murmur of mosquitoes. This is meaningless to God——
Unless He is a narcissist who loves to listen to praises. Moru, would you like the worship of mosquitoes?"