Chapter 412 The Legend of Evangelist Lin An (Part 2)

Compared to Little Boss and Chen Shuyun, Lin An can be said to be the person with the least greed for the extraordinary path.

He doesn't like power beyond his control, just like he rarely takes the initiative to learn some witchcraft.

He likes the feeling of being in control, which makes him feel at ease.

In the final analysis, he is not a fighting candidate, the two people, Little Boss and Chen Shuyun, are.

This time when he transformed into a lich, his body carried too much power that was far beyond his control, and he had no intention of accepting it all.

That's who he is.

Well, all this power needs to go somewhere.

This requires opening flood gates to release floods.

And this flood must go somewhere.

That is the faith community of the Madi Holy See in front of us.

This is not to strengthen the enemy's power. Lin An is not that stupid. This power will bring his personal will and the will of the antlers to rush into the faith collective of the Madi Holy See.

Just like what he did with the collective belief in ‘Poseidon’.

The erosion of the collective by the individual along the traces of spirituality is also a kind of lichization and a curse.

However, it is slightly different from the approach to 'Poseidon'. At least now there is no way to completely create a balanced state like before. The faith collective of the Tracy Church is much stronger than the pirate will collective of the Karen Ship Association.

Therefore, the target is certain individuals in the group.

All of this is still based on Lin An's theoretical construction of extraordinary power.

The gathering of collective power, the gathering of extraordinary power into one body, is a very awesome thing. It is so awesome that letting Archbishop Claude hold this power can make most people in Antlers feel despair and can only think about it. Fight to the death.

But everything in the world has two sides, and it has always been like this.

The gathering of collective power represents the gathering of faith and will in spiritual power, and also represents the weakness of individual self-will.

When the angle of entry is not targeting the collective, but targeting the individuals within the collective, then the weak points will be exposed.

And this is the entry point for Lin An's second method, 'reconstructing balance'.

But as he got to the present step by step, he suddenly found that challenging things, eh, seemed to have become something easy.

Just inject it gently!

Hehe, the excess power of the body, the amplified own will and the will of the antlers, pour in!

Since you are so invincible when integrated into the collective, then if I separate you from the collective, you will become a weak individual who has lost the collective.

How to peel it off?

Rebuilding the balance, that's all.

"Yoyo~~~~"

Accompanied by the roar of a deer, a huge moose silhouette floated in the air, and countless stars scattered, beginning to use their own collective power to counter the collective power mobilization that was shaken by Chen Shuyun's cutting off the connection between Archbishop Claude and authority.

Lin An, who was more than ten meters tall, lowered his head to look down at the members of the Madi Holy See on the ground, and smiled coldly, "Are you going to turn me into a lich?"

Oh, it should be said that they plan to turn him into a demon and completely label him as such?

Now it's his turn to fight back.

The huge arms waved sharp dragon claws, piercing the spiritual traces of the combination of individuals and collectives in the void, and the power in the body began to vent.

Buzz buzz~~~

The huge antlers on Lin An's head bloomed with light, resonating with the antlers of the moose floating in the air, driving the overly strong antlers' will in his body to surge towards this trace.

"strength……"

Saint George's eyes lit up as he was lying on the ground. He looked at his hands in confusion. Suddenly he realized something and reached out to touch the top of his head.

My head feels so itchy, as if I'm about to grow a brain.

No, it seems to be growing antlers.

This time he finally learned the lesson, no longer being startled, he quietly looked around and slipped towards an overturned luxury car.

Climbing in through the shattered window, I quietly felt the sudden power.

That is the power of discipline!

That's the power of antlers!

That's the power of familiarity!

He closed his eyes in excitement and couldn't wait to feel this power, feeling the power of self-discipline seeping into his body bit by bit.

It feels amazing.

It was as if he was carrying the power of the goddess.

Yes, unlike last time, Lin An preached to him, and power grew from his heart. This time, it actually appeared from the traces of the power of the Holy Light Goddess, as if it was a gift from the Holy Light Goddess!

Goddess of Holy Light...

Rebellion with yourself?

George didn't understand, and he didn't bother to understand. He only knew that if he wanted to control his own will again, this was an opportunity.

He vaguely saw the goddess of holy light floating in front of him, and the tentacles squirming out from the statue focused on his own power, turning from the white holy light into blood-red vitality.

That's not faith, that's ego.

That is will!

So magical.

He even vaguely felt that a pair of small sharp horns seemed to emerge from the top of the Goddess of Holy Light's head.

Are those antlers?

Or is it a devil's horn?

Ha~

He lay in the car, feeling the antlers grow from his head again, and laughed silently.

Power~

It appeared happily again.

Nice~

Archbishop Claude didn't feel for Ness at all. He cast spells to stop his blood loss, and also cast spells to maintain the most basic vitality of his severed left hand. He had to find a safe place to reattach the hand as soon as possible.

It's just a matter of picking up a severed hand. Under the faith of the Holy Light of the Holy See of Madi, all this is nothing more than a trivial matter.

The point is that he must regain control of his faith as soon as possible.

He struggled to get up and slowly walked towards the scepter floating in mid-air. The holy light surged, making everything chaotic.

"Help!"

Archbishop Claude roared angrily at the knights who were traveling together but seemed to be of no help. These losers had wasted their time controlling their respective powers in the diocese. When they were really needed, they were of no use at all. Can't help.

As for the Holy Son, it was even more so. He actually hid in a car. He looked at the other person's feet exposed through the car window coldly and felt disgusted.

If the arrival of the Holy Light Goddess hadn't required the support of these saints and saints, and if George hadn't been the best container he could find for the coming of gods, he would have directly sentenced the other party to destruction.

waste!

It's all rubbish!

Fortunately, most of these people are well-trained knights of the Holy See. Unlike those who were found halfway like Saint Son George, they are all players carefully cultivated by the Holy See since childhood.

When they heard Archbishop Claude's call, they suddenly seemed to have gained a backbone in their panic. They raised their knight swords one after another, looked at their surroundings warily, and quickly gathered towards Archbishop Claude's side.

The nearest person among them even walked over and helped the bishop, feeling secretly proud that after today he would probably be respected.

Finally, Archbishop Claude held the scepter again, feeling the power of authority once again enriching himself, and he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had never felt that his power came from the gods, and it was so painful after losing it for a short period of time.

Next.

It’s time to put these three demons from Eastern Purgatory to trial!

He took a long breath and shouted, "God said!"

However, before he could continue to recite the incantation of faith, a terrifying power burst out from the scepter and instantly entered his body.

Not only that, the power seemed to be too much, constantly overflowing from his body and spreading towards the surrounding Holy See knights.

This was not the Holy Light he was familiar with.

Yes!

He watched in horror as the terrifying blood-red light emerged from the scepter, filled himself, and overflowed from himself, struggling to let go of the scepter in his hand.

But no.

He found that he had no control at all.

This is……

"Ah~~~"

He raised his head uncontrollably, and a pair of spikes suddenly pierced out from the top of his head, bifurcating quickly and towering into the sky!

Not only him, but all the surrounding Holy See knights were growing terrifying antlers.

"!!!"

Lao Tang was shocked, holding melon seeds in his mouth and looking at Brother Da Zhuang in disbelief.

Brother Da Zhuang patted Lao Tang on the shoulder in disbelief, "Did you see it? Did you see it?"

"Did you see it?!!!"

In an underground bar in the city of Lorenzo, a piece of liquid floated in the air. Amidst the witch's murmur, the scene in front of the castle in the woods suddenly unfolded before his eyes.

Some people exclaimed, some were stunned, some opened their mouths, and some had their cigars fall on their pants, smoking faintly without even realizing it.

"!!!"

After a period of silence, the whole bar suddenly started to boil.

The old wizard of Serpentis Star looked at the oil painter with white eyes next to him with burning eyes, "Quickly draw it, it will be the cover of the first academic magazine of our academic forum!"

The oil painter didn't speak, he just tilted his head and smeared the paint bit by bit with the brush in his hand.

The huge demon, which was taller than the castle, pointed its claws at the crowds on the mountain path below. Those people wearing missionary clothes all had a pair of antlers.

In the picture, a strange laughter was vaguely conveyed.

Full of malice, "Now, you have become the devil in your mouth. I wonder how you plan to face it?"

Among the people standing next to the canvas, someone swallowed their saliva and turned to look at the old wizard of Serpentis Star blankly, "This...I...I mean..."

He was so excited that he didn't know what to say. He waved his hands randomly, and finally gasped and pointed at the oil painting, "What title should this picture have?"

The old wizard of Serpentis Star rubbed his chin, squinted at the scene in the water mirror witchcraft, raised his eyebrows, and said in a faint tone, "The Legend of Preacher Lin An!"

"Yes, that's the name!"

He murmured, "It's awesome!"

"This will definitely become the most shining scene in modern supernatural history!"

As he said that, he looked at his appointed editor-in-chief and said solemnly, "The subtitle says - the curtain of the new era begins!"

Sorry, it's quite late today. I've made many changes. I hope everyone will like the one I posted.