That was enough artillery fire to cover the entire land.
Purcell did not leave any gaps for Scott to escape. The tracks formed by thousands of light streams completely covered the space around Scott, like an inverted river falling from the sky——
However, it's of no use.
The golden beam of light, hot enough to distort the surrounding light, was completely deflected around Scott and slid around.
Obviously, that is not any ability that Scott possesses.
If you look carefully, you can see a nearly three-meter transparent light shield forming in front of Scott, completely deflecting Purcell's light flow.
Scott showed a surprised expression, but did not release himself from the fighting state.
Because he recognized it - the magic that helped him block the attack was also Tyr's magic. It was an eight-ring "shield of pure light".
...What's going on? There's internal strife?
"Stealing Tyr's magic...Are you forcing me to kill you? Heretic!"
A clear, low and angry voice resounded outside the stream of light. Because his vision was completely obscured by the dazzling light, Scott could not see who was speaking at all.
But as far as the voice is concerned, it is definitely not the monster with a heterogeneous body like Seer.
"Stop your indecency, monster!"
The moment the voice containing murderous intent sounded, Scott just felt his eyes darken, and found that the flow of light around him completely dissipated.
He looked up in surprise, only to find that the originally shining steel armor on Cell suspended in the air was completely burnt.
That is the result of divine magic being countered.
"Cardinal Xila, you have recognized the wrong person...I am Seer, you don't need to remain hostile to me."
Purcell's harsh sound, like metal friction with vibrato and echo, sounded in the air. The sound was enough to make people sick. Just listening to it made me feel waves of sharp pain like needles coming from my brain.
Just when Scott was wary of what the man who had entered the battle would do after hearing what Seer said, he heard the man snort: "Ring of Heresy... It's okay not to. It's not an important institution anyway.
."
"Xila! You have to think clearly. We are both Cardinals of Tire..."
"shut up!"
Xila roared in an even more angry voice than Bisir: "Look at your appearance - you dare to call my lord Tyre by his name?"
At this time, Scott's vision finally recovered completely. But he immediately realized that something seemed wrong with the situation in front of him.
The cardinal named Xila didn't know why, but he looked up at Purcell with an angry face and clenched his fists.
That's right, if anyone comes to see it, Seer can't escape the name of a monster at this moment. From his appearance, he doesn't look like a cardinal who is the God of the Sun and Justice.
...But, isn’t the reaction called Xila too big? Even if you don’t like Cell, there is no need to have an attack at this time, right?
Is there some fraud involved?
Scott decided to wait and see.
The worst case scenario is that there is just one more enemy. The difference between killing one person and killing two people is just that.
"Mr. Scott, Mr. Scott..."
But at this moment, he heard someone calling his name in a low voice.
"...Roland?"
He looked back and saw a familiar person.
It was Roland whom I hadn't seen for almost two weeks.
"Give me an instant message now."
"It seems that you know what this is going on," Scott asked in a low voice while releasing this simple witchcraft to Roland, "Did you bring that Xi La?"
"That's right. This is what happened..."
Just as Scott and Roland were communicating silently by means of a message, Syrah on the other side was completely blown away.
The handsome, fair-skinned, tall man who looked like a stone statue shouted loudly to Seer floating in the air: "It says in the thirty lines of Chapter 1 of Volume 4 of "Looking at the Sun". The one who has scales and tentacles"
, it is filthy, you cannot eat it or touch it, otherwise it will also become filthy."
"Things that have eyes but no eyelids are filthy. You must not eat them or touch them, otherwise they will also become filthy."
"Those who fly in the air without wings, or those who have thin wings but fly high, are filthy. You must not eat them or touch them, otherwise they will also be filthy..."
Seer was silent for a while, then interrupted Xila: "I don't know why you are in such a bad mood, but please calm down a little..."
"What's so cool about that?"
Xila sneered, and with a wave of his hand, he dispersed the dense light on Cell. A large group of sparks jumped on Cell's scales. The interrupted magic in turn caused damage to Cell himself: "Look
See how fragile your faith is - I can interrupt your magic with just a wave of my hand. I simply don’t know how you became a bishop... Heh, it really is thanks to the Pope, right?"
"Xila, please pay attention to your identity! How dare you speak ill of His Majesty the Pope——"
"——I believe in Tyr, not that selfish guy like Jupiter IV!"
Xiela's eyes were full of restless anger. Suspicion, panic and hatred of being deceived entangled into a burning rage, almost burning out his reason: "The same is true for Your Excellency Saint Claude, and the same is true for you monster...
…How dare he rely on Tire’s trust and do his own thing in Tire’s name! How dare he!”
"...I understand. Sure enough, something happened to Claude."
Seer shook his tentacles in pain and made a sharp and harsh voice: "It seems that for saints, the control over behavior is not absolute enough. Otherwise, Claude should be here now."
As soon as Xila spoke, he frowned.
wrong.
This does not sound like what Seer would say. Rather, it sounds like what Jupiter IV would say...
"Don't you understand yet, Shira?"
Sel suspended in the air stared directly at Xila with the six eyeballs behind it, and uttered a sigh-like squeak: "You and I are all based on the interests of Tire... It's just the height of you and me.
It’s just different. When you reach my height, you will naturally understand what I am thinking.”
"...Mr. Pope?"
"It's me. Xila, I don't want to control your behavior. Think about it carefully. When have I ever done anything disrespectful to His Majesty Tire? Instead of believing the nonsense of heretics, it is better to remember your mission and defeat them.
Calamity Elcard..."
"...Compared to your words, I believe the words of Roland and His Highness Saint Claude more."
Xiela shook his head firmly: "Your selfishness will harm everyone sooner or later. Jupiter IV... No, Lord Paulonia, you are not worthy of being a pope at all."
"My child... do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know very well."
Xi La stretched out his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and clasped it tightly to his heart: "My heart tells me that this is my mission. Like others, I once regarded you as the greatest pope and the wisest."
Pope... But if wisdom means tolerating sin and feeding heretics, I would rather be stupid for the rest of my life."
"I admit that your approach may be correct in a sense and is tacitly approved by Tyr - but it is definitely not praised by Tyr. Along the way, I saw Tyr's believers fighting for the death of their enemies.
Jumping for joy, even if you die, you have to take away an enemy... Is the courage that Tyr taught us used in this kind of place?!"
"...Sila, the crime of heresy cannot be forgiven."
"But rather than cruelly killing heretics, I hope to let them understand the glory of the sun. They are also human beings, and they have their own beliefs and families. I think a world where everyone can be forgiven because of their beliefs is
Correct. If repentance cannot make up for the sin, won't people have to stretch their necks and look for excuses for their crimes?"
By the end of Xi La's words, he felt unusually calm.
His confused and confused eyes became firm again: "——So, Your Holiness, I want to declare war on you." (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
