Chapter 477 Saint

bite!

At this time, a long-lost reminder suddenly sounded in Jilan's ears.

Along with the sound, a task panel appeared in front of me. It is described in colorful, skewed, and constantly twisting handwriting:

"Trigger mission: rescue."

"The city of Cockburn was ravaged by demons, and the local people suffered heavy casualties and torture."

"A large number of residents fled into the Dawn Cathedral for refuge, but a group of 'Eclipse Society' members are staring here, preparing to launch an attack, trying to break through the church's defense."

"Help the priests and monks of Dawn Cathedral to resist the attack of the 'Eclipse Society', or kill more than half of the intruders and devils."

"Time limit: 6 hours."

"Reward: slight improvement in gnosis, spirituality, and physical body (choose one from three)."

‘The “Golden Sigh” was finally triggered again, but... was the reward only slightly increased? ’

Ji Lan looked at the mission panel and couldn't help but speculate that the reason why the rewards had become less was because his current body was too strong and it became more difficult to improve further.

He silently accepted the task, and with a glance from the corner of his eye, he noticed a group of guys in different costumes coming towards him in the distance of the street.

At this moment, someone in the church had already spotted Gillan standing on the steps outside through the stained glass.

"Pastor Tama, there is a survivor outside!"

A woman with messy hair exclaimed.

Her voice obviously attracted the attention of many people. A middle-aged priest and two monks came over after hearing the sound. Even the people around him gathered around the stained glass and looked out.

Sure enough, everyone saw a young man wearing a hat standing on the steps outside the church, but the other person had his back to them and didn't seem to be planning to come in.

"Don't you think that the man outside looks very much like Foreign Minister Guillain Iros..."

Suddenly, a short-haired man wearing glasses spoke while lying on the window sill.

As he said this, everyone was stunned, and then they looked more and more alike.

"Yes, yes, only Grandpa Jilan has this kind of golden-red hair, and he looks very similar in body shape and age!"

Another girl exclaimed.

With previous media reports and the publication of "The Biography of Jilan", the image of the empire's youngest foreign minister has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

At this stage, it is probably difficult to find a few people from the Empire who don’t know Jilan.

Just when everyone was suspicious, they found that the young man turned his head and gestured towards the flower glass.

Pastor Tama was startled.

"It's really Lord Gilan Yiros!"

The crowd exclaimed in surprise after seeing the young man's appearance clearly. When the others heard the sound, they also came over and tried to peek out of the stained glass.

But unfortunately there were too many people gathered at the window, and those behind could not squeeze through.

"Pastor Tama, don't open the door. The guy outside is most likely the devil in disguise!"

A balding, fat man came over and said loudly. His face was tense and his head was covered in cold sweat.

"Why would a big shot like the Foreign Minister suddenly appear here? This is obviously unreasonable! Maybe if you open the door, the devils outside will take the opportunity to come in and eat us all!"

His words obviously aroused the approval of many people, who all agreed and asked the priests and monks not to open the door rashly.

However, the Dawn Pastor named Tama just shook his head with a calm face and said to everyone:

"Don't worry, it's Foreign Minister Guillain Iros himself outside. Although I don't know why he is here, he is definitely not a devil in disguise."

The reason why he is so sure is that the priest himself is a fourth-level Kusei.

Under the prying eyes, the dazzling spiritual light of the young man outside almost blinded the pastor.

How can this be the devil in disguise...

"But there is no need to open the door, because Mr. Gillan just made a gesture to tell us not to act rashly. He does not intend to come in. It seems that there is some danger approaching."

Pastor Tama said with a solemn expression.

He held the consecrated object and led several monks behind him to stand by the door, ready to go out to support at any time.

soon.

Everyone saw through the stained glass that a large group of men and women in strange clothes appeared in the square.

And he kept moving closer to the church.

Those people also held a variety of weapons in their hands, showing ferocious smiles while fiddling with them, obviously with evil intentions.

Reverend Tama and the monks saw this and their expressions changed.

"They are the blasphemers of the 'Eclipse Society'!"

He said in a deep voice the identities of the strangers.

The invading cultists were almost all level 2 and 3 mystics, and they followed the same path of "dawn at noon" in July as the priests.

However, these blasphemers borrowed the power of the "secret ritual" of the old gods to pollute the original essence, thus gaining the power of evil and depravity, which was extremely difficult to deal with.

The survivors in the church also discovered the aggressive blasphemer, and they all made uneasy sounds of surprise.

Pastor Domo put the sterling silver cross against his chest, prayed toward the void, and murmured:

"Disaster has come to Cockburn. May Lord Omer bless the world, and may Lord Gilan Iros be safe."

Just as he finished praying, the pastor heard gunshots.

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang! !

Outside the church, the young man held a cane in one hand and a silver-white short-barreled revolver in the other hand. He took the lead in pulling the trigger on the incoming blasphemers.

Powerful firepower burst out and bullets fell into the crowd.

But the blasphemers were not targets either. They had already taken evasive action the moment Gilan pulled out his gun.

After a round of shooting, only two cultists were slightly injured, which was not fatal at all.

"Great sulfur power, please listen to the prayers of your devout believers. May the flames and black smoke spread all over the world and dispel the pain and disease..."

The voice of prayer rang out among the crowd of people in strange costumes.

The pace of the team of dozens of people was getting faster and faster, and the smiles on their faces became more and more hideous and distorted.

"Lava will rekindle the vitality of life and revive the tired body and mind. Please give the most generous love and light and heat..."

The voice of prayer became more and more fanatical and loud.

Boom! !

A burst of scarlet light emanated from the crowd.

Gilan put away the alchemical revolver "Echo" and narrowed his eyes.

'Is the power of holy prayer that was supposed to be mastered by the 2nd-level "priest" who knew the Holy Grail Spiral and the "Noon Dawn" of July, but it became like this after being polluted? '

He thought to himself.

Another boom.

A blazing red light descended from the sky. It was the attack released by the cultists.

Jilan flashed and rushed out of the beam.

Instead of retreating, he rushed towards the group of fallen people alone.

Several powerful flying axes were thrown at him, but they were not a threat to Jilan.

He raised his hand and waved.

Bang!

Silver arcs flashed, and the flying axes were decomposed the moment they touched his fingertips.

Immediately, Jilan closed his hands, and the "philosopher's stone" in his body was activated, releasing powerful energy.

The two blood-colored engravings on his palms glowed.

"Refine!"

He opened his arms again, silver electric light flashed, and a hideous and long black instrument appeared in his hand.

It was one of the new weapons that the imperial army had just deployed on the front line, a heavy machine gun called "Rhinebeck-M1"!

This machine gun, which is 1.7 meters long and weighs nearly 100 pounds, is an anti-aircraft weapon specially used by the Empire to deal with federal airships. When in use, it needs to be supported by a tripod of dozens of pounds to prevent the strong recoil from causing the trajectory to deviate.

After all, its firing rate reaches nearly a thousand bullets per minute, which is not a conventional single-soldier weapon at all.

However, at this moment, this weapon was made by Gillan with his bare hands and held steadily in his hand.

This heavy firearm cannot deal with high-level mystics, but for these "Eclipse Society" members in front of them, it is like the sickle of the god of death...

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

The machine gun fired fiercely.

The finger-long shells were thrown out from the side of the gun body and fell to the ground with a clang.

Nearly ten bullets per second swept towards the attacking cultists like a metal storm.

Before the group of guys even had time to react, they exploded into a bloody mist on the spot and were torn into pieces and limbs.

"Damn it!!"

"How could that guy have a machine gun?!"

"Retreat first!"

"Retreat quickly!!"

The blasphemers screamed in fear and fled in all directions.

But how could their two legs outrun the whistling bullets?

Gillan stood upright, holding the black machine gun in both hands, his face as pale as water. The flashing fire from the muzzle illuminated his deep and three-dimensional facial features.

The powerful recoil of the machine gun was nothing to him. Those two arms, which seemed to be cast in copper and iron, were almost motionless.

Bang bang bang bang! !

Bang bang bang bang bang bang! !

The cultists who were scattered like birds exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the hail of bullets, and died without a complete body.

Even the people hiding in the church and gathering behind the stained glass to spy on them gasped.

They didn't understand why Foreign Minister Gillan could conjure up that terrible machine gun out of thin air, and they didn't understand why he could hold it with his bare hands and slaughter the invading enemies at will.

But these did not prevent everyone from being awed.

"Omer!"

An old woman crossed her fingers and bowed her head to pray.

"Thank you for sending a messenger to save us."

"Saint!"

"Mr. Gillan Ilos must be the legendary saint! This is the miracle of the dawn!"

Many older Dawn believers also joined the prayer.

They were excited and full of gratitude.

Even Pastor Domo was stunned when he saw this scene.

He took a deep breath and looked outside like the people around him, and fell on the back of the young man.

"Today, this foreign minister, isn't he the 'saint' who redeems the world at the end of the world as described in the Bible?"

The pastor also closed his eyes and prayed.

Squeak...

The machine gun finally stopped whistling.

The front half of the gun was already red like a branding iron, emitting high temperature and green smoke.

There was also a large pile of yellow shells at Jilan's feet.

He looked calm and threw them away.

Clang!

He threw the machine gun in his hand, which was empty of bullets, aside casually, and then walked towards the pile of corpses.