"Merciful Lord, look at your subjects, who are suffering and being invaded by demons now. Please ask the great and merciful Lord to send your strongest warrior...Patron Saint, Archangel Michael, the King of Holy War. Get relief for your kids”
Augu La in the sky raised his arms, and the person disappeared directly from the cave entrance. He disappeared in a blink of an eye, and then appeared next to Qi Changqing and Wang Daoling: "I can't hold it anymore, he broke your seal. As long as there is a gap exposed, he can make the holy light fall down."
After the bright ruby on the Pope's scepter burst out with a dazzling light, the hole above St. Peter's Cathedral was suddenly torn open with a huge hole. Holy light fell from the sky, bathing St. Peter's Cathedral, which was originally dim. The lightless church glowed with holy light.
"Dang, clang, clang" bells rang in the church, and then the gospel began to be sung.
"May the Lord be with you. His Kingdom of God has no boundaries for all ages. I believe in the Holy Spirit. He is the Lord and the giver of life. He is the emanation of the Father and the Son. He is worshiped together with the Father and the Son. Sharing the glory, who has spoken through the prophets, I believe in the one, most holy, catholic, apostolic Church, and I acknowledge that there is only one Baptism for the forgiveness of sins..."
Qi Changqing, Wang Daoling and Ogula looked at each other at the same time. They were shocked to feel a fluctuation in the church that made the three of them palpitate. At this time, even if it was Xiang Que and Wu Qiao who were two streets apart, Wang Kunlun also looked here in surprise.
"It is the Catholic gospel that sings the praises of God. It can welcome the coming of the Lord. God cannot come, but his archangels can be summoned." Robert frowned and said, "Michael, the archangel, is the subordinate of God." The god of battle, the king of holy war, it was he who led the Holy Angel troops to chase Satan into hell and never dared to show his face in the world again."
Wuqiao frowned and said, "They're just legends. Who has ever seen what God looks like?"
Robert said calmly: "No one has seen it, but the Pope can indeed summon the seven archangels. I have seen it once. It's a pity that the seal you placed in St. Peter's Basilica was broken. If If you can really seal off the cathedral and prevent the Pope from summoning the Archangel, I'm afraid it will be very easy for you to kill him."
Xiang Que sighed and said: "There are also legends about gods and goddesses in China, but no one has seen them. But not seeing them doesn't mean they don't exist. Ordinary people have never been to the underworld. Most people know about ghosts and gods. They all don’t believe it, but I’ve walked back and forth to the underworld many times. Maybe there really are gods like Catholicism.”
After a series of strange fluctuations above the church, suddenly a flawless white figure quietly appeared on top of the arched building. Two wings covered with white feathers were spread out and were as long as two arms. The figure was full of flesh and blood. There was only a white cloth casually wrapped around his crotch, his feet were bare, and he was holding a trident in his hand.
Angel, one of the supreme gods in Catholicism and Christianity, symbolizes purity, cleanliness and all beautiful things.
Xiang Que squinted his eyes and looked at the birdman waving its wings in the sky, and suddenly realized that this guy was almost exactly the same as the killing god Bai Qi he invited. Bai Qi was a remnant soul, and this big bird was nothing more than a ghost. It's just a projection. Xiang Que really wants to try Bai Qi against the opponent. Who can win or lose?
"Here comes the sword, Kunlun." Xiang Que stretched out his hand. Wang Kunlun handed the long sword to Xiang Que. He then stretched out his hand and threw it out, shouting: "Elder brother, take the sword."
The long sword disappeared under the night sky with a "swish". When Qi Changqing, who was two streets away, heard it, he raised his head and reached out to catch the long sword, and said softly: "Does this kid want me to retaliate against him in the same way?
I don’t think it can still be used now, so I want to try it myself.”
"Okay, then let's use a bow to shoot the big eagle," Wang Daoling nodded and said.
"Whoa!" Archangel Michael in the church suddenly looked down. The Pope in the Vatican nodded as a courtesy. He is the spokesperson of God in the world, and there is no need to kneel down and worship.
There are clusters of white light lingering around Michael, which makes it extremely holy and solemn. It makes people want to kneel down and worship, but Qi Changqing and Wang Daoling just give it to them.
It was nothing more than a warring opponent, but Augura felt a wave of fear in his heart. For vampires, angels were natural enemies, and they would bite each other's necks if they saw them.
Michael glanced at Ogola lightly, with obvious hatred, hatred, and disgust in his eyes.
Augula raised two long fangs at the corners of his mouth, raised his head and roared: "Roar..."
Vampires are already looked down upon by others, so you just need to secretly despise them. However, in front of so many people, Augura was quite unwilling to show his disgust.
Michael's two-meter-long wings suddenly flapped slightly, and his white body disappeared directly from the top of the church. The next moment, he appeared in front of Augura.
"It's a pity that you white-haired bastard has no flesh and blood, otherwise I really want to bite you on the neck," Ogola said angrily through gritted teeth.
"Whoa!" Michael raised the trident in his hand and slashed it diagonally towards Augura, causing a silver light to ripple.
Ogola straightened his body and moved sideways. The ten fingers of both hands suddenly stretched out with glowing nails. He bent down slightly and kicked the ground hard with his feet. He opened his hands and ran towards Michael.
Insert it.
But what everyone didn't expect was that Ogula's palm passed through a pair of wings, which seemed to be very easy, without any obstruction. It was just a ball of light, not something substantial.
Qi Changqing and Wang Daoling looked at each other, slightly surprised, but at this moment, the trident was so close to Augura, and Michael could stab Augura with just a slight stretch to the side.
Qi Changqing immediately raised his sword and moved forward, waving his hand to block the trident. There was a soft "clang" sound, and a pleasant collision sound was heard after the two collided.
Wang Daoling muttered: "Oh, isn't this a ghost? What on earth is this weird birdman made of? His body is hollow, but are the weapons in his hands real?"
Qi Changqing and Ogula attacked Michael at the same time. After the battle started, it seemed that nothing was going on. The three fighting styles were painless. Wang Daoling squinted and saw the scepter in the Pope's hand.
The bright red gemstone has been entwined with holy light, and it seems that stars are flowing towards Michael.
Wang Daoling grinned, clenched his fists, and suddenly moved, rushing straight towards the Pope. He raised his fist and hit the Pope violently. The opponent didn't even look at him, and raised his scepter to block it.
For a moment.
"I am not just an old man who is over seventy years old. Although I am older, I also walked out of the battle step by step before becoming the Pope. The duty of the Holy See is not only to promote Catholic doctrine, but also to clear away all the darkness in the world.
Creatures, such as vampires and dark alchemists... I have also had a lot of black blood on my hands."
"Don't brag, the blood on my body is so red that it's blinding, but it's a pity that you, an old man, may not be able to see it." Wang Daoling twisted his neck, there was a crunching sound on the joints, and his face was clothed
Full of yin energy from Jiuyou.
The Pope was very surprised and asked: "You actually don't have the slightest breath of the human world in your body. It's all sin from the abyss. People like you shouldn't exist in the world at all."
"Chinese culture is vast and profound, you have seen too little of it." The rich black energy on Wang Daoling's face suddenly burst out, and his face suddenly became ferocious and terrifying, his facial features were weirdly twisted, and his eyes became
It is red as if there is too much blood.
A faint shadow floated out from behind Wang Daoling and stuck tightly to his back. The two seemed to have merged into one. The black shadow had two horns with copper heads and an iron forehead, a face like an ox's head, and double backs.
Wing, a dark ax was stretched out diagonally. The Vatican Pope's breath suddenly stopped, and he was stunned by this scene. Outside the street, Xiang Que, Wuqiao, Wang Kunlun and three archbishops were rushing over.
I happened to see the shadow behind Wang Daoling appear.
Immediately, the figure disappeared in Wang Daoling's body in a flash, as if it had never appeared before, but Wang Daoling's whole person was quietly changing.
"The ancient demon god Chi You is said to have been suppressed under the Nine Nether Hells, and was sealed by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva with scriptures for who knows how many years, but he has not faded away his evil thoughts..." Wuqiao fell
He took a breath of air and said in disbelief: "Why did it appear on Wang Daoling's body?"
The corners of Xiang Que's mouth twitched and he said: "My prince father has always been in the Nine Nether Hell. He has never even seen his biological son. He can't find anyone else if he wants to. As for why he is there, he doesn't know.
No one knows anymore.”
Wang Daoling opened his mouth, and a black breath protruded from his mouth. He held the black ax that had appeared behind him in his hand, raised it fiercely, and then swung it towards the Vatican Pope.
The Pope stepped back slightly, and his scepter blocked the Lord's axe: "Merciful Lord, please grant me the most holy power, and let me clean up all the sins in this world for you."
The holy light from St. Peter's Basilica once again fell on the Pope of the Vatican, making him look extremely holy. This is the blessing of the Holy Power of the Vatican. As long as the Pope is here, he can continuously receive power from God.
There was constant music in the church, and the young voices of children sang Catholic gospel songs, which had a very brainwashing effect. They were all praising God, and the meaning of kneeling and licking was very obvious.
"Master Qiao, I'm going to deal with the Pope. You and my senior brother are going to kill that white-haired beast. I don't believe it anymore. The five masters are besieging them and they can't deal with these brainwashing thugs."
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