Looking at the knights who were inspired by Otilia's inconsistent words and took up weapons to point at themselves again, their voices were full of indifference: "Waste of time!"
He opened his hands and unfolded the cloak that had been covering him. Under the scarlet cloak, black bats came out one after another noisily. It was endless, like a black wave sweeping past, and the huge pressure came from the blood-sucking monster.
When the light emitted, the knights who wanted to wield their weapons felt their limbs stiff, and it was very difficult to move their hands, let alone control the weapons flexibly.
The long sword in St. George's hand transformed into a long spear. Just as he was about to retreat to support the knights who were entangled by bats and sucked their blood, a bloody energy whip suddenly pierced the air. In the frightened and angry eyes of everyone, he fiercely
The flagellation was on the right arm of Saint George.
"Blood Fist!"
Snap!
Dion and Frankenstein, who were preparing to surround the spot for reinforcements, completely failed to capture how the vampire beast disappeared. When they sensed the danger, a black passage had opened behind them, and a large number of bats emerged from the vampire beast's body.
Flying out from under the cloak, they immediately occupied the sight of the two, followed by bloody fist marks that penetrated their armor and penetrated deep into their internal organs.
A mouthful of blood mixed with tissue spurted out, and the two of them crashed into the wall and flew into the church hall. Zhi was beaten to the ground again, and there were two adult-sized deep pits on the ground as if to tell the horror of the previous force of the whip.
In addition to the knights struggling in the bloodlust of the bats, everyone in the entire Holy See felt a chill in their hearts subconsciously. They looked at the figure floating in the sky with fear, countless bats dancing at his feet, two
The sharp canine teeth outline a terrifying smile like a nightmare.
"It's over, it's over!" Under the church door, one after another clergy stood trembling, not daring to move.
Their savior, who slayed monsters and easily defeated the leader of the opponent, the dragon-slaying saint and the two heroic spirits, could not even support himself in front of this vampire. The 3v1 battle was resolved neatly in an instant, and he was even buried in a pothole.
Every inch of St. George's body was locked with dozens of bloody whips, and he was hung upside down in the air.
The other party's demonic voice sounded slowly: "Do you think I will give you time to recover? Or do you think you have done it covertly enough? Draw energy from the earth to recover... Haha, in this thick fog
, don’t try to hide anything you do from me!”
"Now, how do you feel?"
The long whip inserted into his body continued to draw his blood. St. George, who was tied up and hung upside down in the air, endured the heartbreaking pain that came from his whole body, and a pale smile appeared on his face: "It's very
good!"
"Ha!" He sneered, as if in response to St. George's harsh words. Dozens of the bats relying on the vampire monsters suddenly separated and wrapped around his body. Their sharp teeth pierced the skin and sucked out the blood.
The Digimon virus was also injected into his body. Purple-green electrical circuit lines spread along the wounds to his body.
Even if his will was as strong as St. George's, he couldn't help but let out a low cry of pain.
Joan of Arc, who woke up from a coma, came to the door of the church with her flag gun and looked at Saint George who was hung upside down, Dion and Frankenstein, who were all turned into black and white, with their fists clasped together.
Hold it tightly. The enemy is not so powerful that they cannot resist, but the ability to use it at any time without any preparation, the ability to flash instantly and the ability to appear omniscient and omnipotent in the thick fog makes them really helpless.
At this time, although she still had the ability that was almost fatal in the end and had not used it, Joan of Arc knew very well that the other party would never give her a chance to pray and activate the Noble Phantasm.
Looking at the only hope, Joan of Arc, all showed helpless eyes. All the clergymen had cold hands and feet, and many of them looked at Otilia who was protecting Ottilia with secret glances. Some of them screamed at the top of their lungs:
"Where are the angels? Where is the powerful angel who protects the Lord? It is already such a dangerous and urgent situation, what are you waiting for? Do we have to wait until we are all dead before we come to rescue?"
The next moment, "Pa!" A crisp slap in the face stunned the hysterical priest: "Do you know what you are doing? Questioning the angel? Who do you think you are...not to mention, do you think we are...
The only enemy is this vampire in the sky?"
Looking at the sluggish priest, Milton couldn't help but raise his hand to delete a few slaps on the other side, forcing him to hold back what he was about to say. Because of his words, many people present were shocked.
Dark and depraved thoughts were drawn into her heart. The "muzzle" that had been unanimously directed towards the outside world began to show signs of changing its direction. Many people's eyes were constantly wandering between Otilia and the vampire monster.
Milton knew in his heart that this matter was troublesome. Everything is difficult at the beginning, but once you have a leader, no matter how difficult the problem is, someone will choose to go forward. The Holy See has long been sleeping for thousands of years.
Unable to maintain the original sanctity and Spring Festival, not to mention ordinary priests, even bishops and their red-coated papal reserves, there are no shortage of wallflowers and pure egoists who are usually disguised.
And just when he was fearful in his heart and anxiously planning his thoughts, he seemed to be responding to the man's statement. As a faint sigh sounded, the necklace around Otilia's neck suddenly bloomed with a dazzling light,
The rich holy light in the sky exploded, and a figure wearing a white robe with wings on his back walked out. On the earth, all kinds of holy light suddenly appeared in the dilapidated St. Petersburg Cathedral, and the bodies rushed in, lightly
In the chanting of music,
A ray of light suddenly burst out from the hall. In the blink of an eye, the bloody whip was split into two halves. The bat lying on St. George's body sucking blood was also incinerated into a pile of ashes in the rich light. While taking back the holy sword,
Wisps of light hung from the wings behind the angel and fell on the bodies of St. George and Dion. The erosion of the digital virus and the roar of death were quickly offset and dispersed in the light.
When the three suffering heroes were rescued in an instant, the rich holy light also dispelled the black fog that had been shrouding the church. From the angel's body, the holy light continued to rise, but in just a moment,
The dark sky of the Holy City was divided into two distinct parts.