Metana Jacques turns out to be an extraordinary person!
It seems that it is also related to ‘red’!
After Aaron was surprised, the joy of finally catching a 'fish' emerged in his heart.
He reached into his arms and crushed an iron-black metal piece covered with complex twisted patterns.
This is the spell of Hades that he made using the power of Auclair.
The balance theory of the ‘professor’ school is still preferable in some respects.
For example, the dead, cold ‘Ming’ can be used to offset the rising enthusiasm and desire of ‘Red’!
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through the hall.
A layer of white frost has condensed on the water glass in the distance.
Those believers felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured down from their heads, and they had no thoughts at all.
Cackling!
Cackling!
Compared to other believers, Metana received a stronger impact.
Her teeth were trembling, and she had an unpleasant feeling that she was "out of touch".
‘The leader of the ‘Mormon Cult’ is not an ordinary person, but an extraordinary person of the underworld…and…much more powerful than me.’
Metana felt her body stiffen, and her heart was gradually filled with despair...
"Praise be to the God Moro, who has counteracted the devil's trials for us!"
Aaron raised his hands in the air and announced with piety on his face.
At the same time, he pointed at Metana: "This woman's sins are too heavy. Take her to the back room. I will purify her myself!"
Mrs. Stas took Metana, who could barely move, to the back room. Especially when she saw the big bed, her legs felt a little weak.
Just when she was thinking wildly, the golden masked man in front spoke: "Metana Jacques...do you plead guilty?"
"I don't……"
Miss Metana, whose mask was taken off, raised her neck with difficulty, like a proud swan.
This scene made Mrs. Stas even more itchy to watch.
She couldn't wait to see the other party's snow-white feathers stained with mud. Why... could she be so arrogant?
"Let us chant the name of 'God Mora' together. Chanting that name will expel the demons in you!"
Aaron chanted in the language of the spirit world with a chanting voice: "The false spirit wandering in the unknown, the existence of absolute neutrality, the silent observer..."
Mrs. Stace's expression was a little dull.
She didn't understand Spirit World Language at all, but she heard the saint reciting a few phrases in a strange language.
Then, she saw Metana's expression changed drastically again.
"What you believe in...is the real hidden existence?"
Metana felt her whole body trembling: "That false spirit that never responds to believers?"
But she found that the mysterious man opposite was already sitting on the bed and did not answer.
If you get closer, you will find that Aaron's body is stiff and his pupils are out of focus.
He has left his spiritual body and is observing the captives in front of him from the perspective of an 'illusory spirit'.
His gaze seemed to penetrate Metana's flesh and blood body, directly seeing her spirit body and the chains formed by 'word spirits' wrapped around the spirit body.
"A very powerful oath...much higher than the secret-keeping ceremony...the power of 'Law'?"
Aaron stretched out his hand and penetrated into Metana's body.
Metana screamed, she felt an indescribable hand directly grasping her soul!
That is an existence of incomparable vastness and greatness!
A behemoth more terrifying than the most powerful false god in her memory!
No!
Comparing false gods to this existence is simply a shame!
False gods are just ants and cannot be compared with this kind of existence!
The next moment, Aaron's hand grabbed the blood-red cursed chain and pulled hard.
The power of the secret source surged, and the restraints disappeared instantly.
White light!
The light representing redemption instantly washed through Metana's body and mind.
"god!"
Metana's eyes were filled with tears, her whole body was trembling, and she knelt down from the bottom of her heart: "My Lord... You are one and ten thousand... You have redeemed me, and you will get my body, my heart, everything about me...
…”
Next to her, Mrs. Stas looked at this scene, her face slightly dull.
'What's going on? Did Metana convert so easily? Why did this little slut suddenly become more pious than the saint? This is unscientific!'
Aaron slowly opened his eyes with a smile on his lips: "Metana... you have already felt the greatness of my Lord!"
"Yes."
At this moment, Metana seemed eager to kiss Aaron's boots: "Your Majesty the Pope... you are God's spokesperson on earth. You can easily ask God to come and grant me salvation!"
There were still tears in her eyes, and she looked extremely pious: "I ask you to give the glory of salvation to my family, who are being deceived by evil... For this, I will sacrifice everything!"
Mrs. Stas opened and closed her little mouth and could not close it for a long time.
'What's going on? Metana still wants to bring the whole family into the 'Moroccan Order'? This effect...isn't it too good?'
I don't know why, but looking at this scene, Mrs. Stas suddenly felt a sense of urgency and fear, as if she was about to be replaced.
And the facts proved that her guess was right.
"You go out first."
Aaron looked at Mrs. Stas and gave the order.
"I……"
Mrs. Stas looked at all this, like an abandoned puppy, and suddenly felt aggrieved and wanted to cry.
"This is God's will!"
Aaron's tone increased.
Mrs. Stass trembled all over and could only walk out, and thoughtfully closed the door for the two of them.
"Okay, Miss Metana..."
Aaron sat on the bed and asked calmly: "You are bound by a false god. What's going on?"
"It comes from an evil association. That association used some means to corrupt my father, mother, and other family members...and then forced me to drink that blood and make a contract with it. As long as I drink that blood, I will never be able to
Tell its secrets!"
"They forced my father to work for them and spy on the news in the palace...I am very afraid...if anything happens, our family will be destroyed."
Metana said in panic: "Until I met you, this must be the guidance of fate!"
"Is that evil association the 'Yeling Sect'?" Aaron's eyes flashed and he asked.
Metana replied: "No, it's the Blood Club. My father likes food. When he was introduced to that club, things gradually became more and more wrong."
'No, this method of making people drink blood and make strict contracts is very similar to the ability of the evil believers in the church case described by William... It should be the ability of the 'God of Suffering', but it turned out to be the 'Blood Club'
