Chapter 350

Even though it was such a fierce attack, it did not cause any damage to Angelica at all.

That was not all. This attack seemed to have awakened Angelica completely.

Her eyes had completely turned silver-white, and her long eyelashes and even the traces of frost on her green hair were spreading rapidly, reaching the ends of her hair in an instant.

Silver hair danced wildly in the night sky.

In an instant, Angelica, bathed in the moonlight, seemed to be a goddess walking down from the moon, full of heart-throbbing beauty.

However, at the same time as this beauty, there was also a desperate horror.

Two white little hands slowly stretched out, and behind Angelica, the graceful shadow became clearer and clearer, and the outline became more and more obvious.

The shadow's hands also opened at the same time, but a silver-white longbow gradually emerged in the palm of the hand, using moonlight as an arrow.

This scene was even more weird. Isn't Angelica a magician? Even if she wants to advance, she should go in the direction of a great sage, right?

What's the matter with you holding a bow?

They didn't have much time to wonder.

"Mercy of the Moon Goddess!"

The next moment...

Whoosh... Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Dense arrows of light fell from the sky like raindrops.

These arrows have a nearly terrifying penetrating power.

In an instant, screams came one after another.

Scarlet blood spurted out, and the rich blood began to spread in the air like smoke.

The helmets on the heads, the armor on the bodies, and the long swords in the hands were as vulnerable as tofu dregs when facing these arrows. Smooth blood holes began to appear on the bodies, and scarlet liquid gushed out.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of corpses with thousands of holes were lying on the ground.

This is the gap between the great sage and the seventy-nine level.

Before, Angelica could only hold on to the siege of these people, but once she broke through this limit, the battle situation was instantly reversed, and the originally powerful and difficult enemy was killed instantly.

Only the leader was the strongest and could still hold on under such an attack, but it was quite difficult.

The heavy sword in his hand had almost been swung to the limit by the leader, and his body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of red light. The sound of bangs continued, and the light arrows were shattered one after another.

But the impact from each light arrow made the leader unbearable, and his body was forced to retreat, retreat, and retreat.

Both arms were almost completely numb, but the leader still did not dare to be negligent. Once the movement of his hands was slow for half a second, the light arrow would ruthlessly pierce his body.

Bang...

The heavy sword in his hand once again blocked the attack of a light arrow.

But this time, this two-handed heavy sword had also been supported to the limit. With a crisp sound, the two-handed sword broke directly.

The leader's face changed and he secretly said in his heart that it was bad. He just wanted to distance himself from Angelica, but it was too late.

With a swish, a light arrow passed directly through the leader's right leg, and his knee was instantly shattered. With a scream, he couldn't control his body and knelt on the ground.

The severe pain made the leader's face look like a monster.

Before he could get up from the ground, countless holes appeared on his back.

Blood foam kept spurting out of his mouth, and his body twitched and fell to the ground, without any movement.

With a wave of her hand, the moonlight in the sky condensed into a long chain, which coiled down like a poisonous snake, and all the bodies were tied together. Angelica did not return to the palace, but walked directly towards the Holy See.

A large bundle of corpses dragged on the ground, leaving a long bloodstain.

Although these people are dead, they should be very useful to the master, right?

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Chapter 418: I robbed his house (5)

The voices in the Holy See became more and more chaotic.

At first, these clergymen could even control themselves, but their patience became less and less as time passed.

They have been waiting here since morning. Now it is late at night, but Qin Chu still has not appeared. The hunger and the bleak future make most of the clergy unbearable.

They have become more and more irritable.

In addition, some people have arranged their men in advance to stir up trouble in the crowd, and there is already a commotion outside the temple.

As for the gate of the temple, it is surrounded by water. A large number of clergy clenched their fists and raised them high, shouting slogans:

"We want a new pope!"

"No outsiders from another world."

"Only locals from the Sky Continent can be the pope."

"The glory of the Holy Church cannot be tarnished."

"Oppose Qin Chu as the pope..."

The voice swept over like a tsunami, and the temple seemed to be unable to support it, and it seemed that it could feel the tremors.

In the temple, Cain, Galbreen and others looked proud, which was exactly the effect they wanted.

Not all those who can join the Holy Church are smart people. It is better to say that most of them are not much different from those civilians, and they are all a group of idiots.

As long as you arrange people in advance to lurk in the crowd and tease them from time to time, you can easily arouse the impulses in these people's hearts, especially the local consciousness, the glory of the Holy See and the like, which can easily make people get carried away.

Even if Qin Chu is a thick-skinned guy, he should not have the face to forcefully sit on the position of Pope in such a tsunami of opposition, right?

In addition, because Qin Chu did not appear for a long time, the anger accumulated in the hearts of these clergy became stronger and stronger, and the resentment towards Qin Chu, an outsider, became more and more difficult to control, and the final effect was better than expected.

Wordsworth and Santa Monica still smiled, and no one knew what these two old foxes were thinking in their hearts.

Veronica and Hampton closed their eyes slightly, not paying attention to the voices outside the church.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and finally Cain stood up first: "Hampton, Captain Veronica, it's late at night and Qin Chu hasn't appeared yet. It's almost time to deprive him of the qualification to run for Pope, right?"

Veronica, who seemed to be asleep, finally slowly opened her eyes and looked at the time: "Why are you in a hurry for half an hour?"

"As long as it's not tomorrow, Mr. Qin's arrival will count at any time..."

It's better to say that even if it's tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, it will still count if he appears a hundred days later.

Just as Miss Angelica said, strength is the root of everything in this world.

Kain's face was solemn and his eyes were cold: "But, we have been sitting here all day today. This is the business of our Holy See, so we can endure it."

"But, His Majesty Saint Monica and His Majesty Emperor Wordsworth are very busy. You are wasting their precious time..."

"Ah, no, no, no, I'm not busy, really, I have a rare free time today, so it's okay." Wordsworth said with a smile immediately.

The smile on Santa Monica's face was even more beautiful: "I'm also on vacation today, so it doesn't matter."

Uh...

Kain was speechless for a moment, but this guy, who was old and slippery, quickly changed direction, pointed a finger outside the church door, and shouted loudly in a prayer-like tone: "Look, listen..."

"Hear it, this is the voice of every believer of the Holy See."

"I admit that the hero has made great contributions to the Sky Continent, but he is not qualified to be the Pope of the Holy See. Even if we agree, these tens of thousands of believers will never agree."

"Do you really have to push Qin Chu to the Pope's seat? No... You are pushing the entire church into the bottomless abyss."

"Have you ever considered the consequences of forcing Qin Chu to become the Pope? At that time, the entire church will fall apart, and it may even go to ruin. Is this really the result you want to see?"

Destruction?

Qin Chu's appointment as Pope may cause some conflicts.

But, if you guys are allowed to be Popes, the church may really go to ruin, right?

"Veronica, listen to my advice. Don't insist on these things while it's still not too late. The position of the Pope should be chosen from the locals. This is a rule that has never changed for thousands of years."

"Well, in the past few thousand years, there have indeed been few people from other worlds entering the Sky Continent. Even if they want to do it, they don't have the opportunity." A blush suddenly flashed in Santa Monica's eyes.

Wordsworth keenly noticed something, and his pupils dilated, but this old fox didn't say a word. The corners of his mouth just raised a strange arc, as if he wanted to silently watch how the situation would develop.

Santa Monica's words made Cain feel as if he had a helper and he was overjoyed: "Does His Majesty Santa Monica think so too?"

"Of course, but if you have to choose from local clergy, I think Miss Veronica should be a good candidate to be the Pope, right?"

Crack...

Santa Monica's words made everyone else's faces stiffen.

What a joke, if Veronica is allowed to be the Pope, what is the point of their desperate struggle for so long?

"Huh? Isn't this normal? Miss Veronica is the leader of the Holy Knights. With the death of Augustus, the corruption and disappearance of Rossweisse, and the death of Douglas, Miss Veronica should be the highest-ranking clergyman in the Holy See. It is reasonable for her to be the Pope."

Veronica was slightly startled and was about to explain something.

Wright couldn't hold it anymore: "Ahem, Saint Monica is right... Veronica is indeed the highest position, but... Ahem, she is still too young and inexperienced after all. I am worried that she may not be able to manage such a large industry of the Holy See."

"So, it is better to choose from the more mature and experienced members."

"Is that so? Then Mr. Hampton is not bad either. He is a senior member of the Holy See and one of the most senior clergymen of the Holy See. I feel that he is fully qualified..."

Kain shook his head desperately: "No, no, no, Hampton is absolutely not okay. He embezzled 6 million manas from the Holy See and even had an improper relationship with a nun. How can such a tainted person serve as the Pope of the Holy See? This will only bring shame to the Holy See."

"We should choose someone who is senior and has no stains." As he spoke, Kain held his chest high. There is no doubt that the person who is senior and has no stains is himself.

Seeing these people's performance, Wordsworth just shook his head slightly. These nine idiots, combined, may not have the capital to fight against Brother Qin.

Now they are fighting among themselves for the position of Pope.

A bunch of trash.

Just when a group of people were chattering and blushing, saying that they were the most qualified, Wordsworth and Santa Monica seemed to suddenly feel something.

The two people stood up almost at the same time, looking at the ceiling made of huge stones above their heads, as if they could peek at the scene outside through the stone slabs.

For a moment, everyone couldn't understand what the two people were doing.

But the next moment, a terrifying scene appeared.

Whoosh...

An indescribable gust of wind whistled past.

The huge stones above the heads were blown away one by one in an instant, and in an instant, the bright moonlight sprinkled down, reflecting the faces that changed color.

It was clearly visible to the naked eye that the huge stones were weathered at a very fast speed under the raging wind as if they had existed for millions of years. It didn't take long for them to turn into fine particles, falling from the sky like dust.

Not only the huge stones on the roof, but also the surrounding walls.

The originally hard boulders that could withstand the blows of swords and sharp swords all turned into fine gravel covering the ground in a short moment.

What kind of power is this?

In an instant, I don’t know how many people’s hearts were trembling. With their strength, it was not too difficult to break a boulder, but no one could turn the boulder into fine dust like now.

Not even Santa Monica and Wadsworth.

Then a soft and holy white light scattered from the sky, and pairs of eyes chased the source of the holy light in the sky. Finally, they saw it.

A figure quietly stayed in the night sky.

Behind him was a pair of huge, at least three meters long, holy white wings.

Like an angel descending, it exuded a holy light, dispelling all darkness and bringing light like daylight.

This... is this a miracle?

Everyone who saw this scene was stunned.

The sacred breath made everyone tremble from the soul.

The slogans that had been roaring like thunder suddenly subsided, and there was a deathly silence all around. No one dared to make a sound at this time.

Some people even crawled on the ground subconsciously, tears streaming down their faces, and kept chanting prayers to the Holy Goddess of Light.

This action seemed to have caused a chain reaction. More and more people knelt on the ground devoutly, their bodies trembling. Looking around, there were almost no people left standing.

Miracle, this is a miracle.

The Holy See has not seen such a miracle for thousands of years.