Chapter 537: The Saint Who Is Not a Saint
"You again?!"
In the lava lake, Mannoroth, the 'fire lord' who sensed a strong aura, emerged and looked angrily at the white dragon in the sky.
"Come down and fight the powerful Mannoroth!"
"Instead of hiding in the sky like a coward and spying on my territory!"
"Is this fire lord provoking me, or is he really brave?"
On the back of the white dragon, Xiaoying straightened the fox mask on her face. Although the way of attacking with 'trees' is unique in the world, the disguise should still be done; in the words of Youjun, this is called 'ritual sense'.
"It doesn't matter, anyway--"
Qiongmei raised her hand and imitated the magnetic field power of 'Takitoki no Mikoto', the daughter of Amaterasu.
It is not used to control metal, but to restrain the 'fire lord' below.
"Huh?!"
The lava lake rippled with layers of 'waves', which was due to the squeeze of the invisible 'magnetic field'.
But——
"You want to bind me with just a mere magnetic force?"
The Fire Lord in the lava lake shook his arms, and he broke free from the invisible magnetic force!
Boom! ! !
As the lava rolled, the huge 'Fire Lord' grabbed his hands under his body.
He pulled out a black and red double-headed spear from the lava: the spear body as thick as a pillar was extremely heavy, and the spear blade with huge cracks exuded a bloody and barbaric atmosphere.
Heavy, ferocious, wild, and powerful!
This is his 'innate magic', which can compress and condense lava into weapons or equipment.
After all, he is a 'Fire Lord', and it is too uncool to use his bare hands: although it is essentially just the 'Rock Fist Technique' of earth escape, it is also a powerful skill that can beat the tailed beast with the help of powerful chakra and magic.
"How dare a mortal to provoke a 'Fire Lord'!"
Boom! !
The huge body completely emerged from the lava, and the tattered bat wings behind him suddenly opened and flapped vigorously.
"I will kill you--"
Compared with the huge body of this "fire lord", the pair of "bat wings" behind him seemed extremely petite, and looked like "decorations" no matter how you looked at them.
However, as he flapped his wings, his huge body actually soared into the sky! Even though the tattered bat wings behind him seemed so disproportionate, even though his bloated body was rubbing "aerodynamics" on the ground,--but this "fire lord" still flew up.
And he flew quite fast, with his huge body, flexibly drawing an arc, and the double-headed spear in his hand pointed at Qiongmei and Xiaoying.
"Burn to ashes!!!"
The scorching white light shot out from his spear, and the thick beam of light went straight to the two "mysterious people" on the dragon's back; once hit, the continuous strong light can make the object heat up at a rate of thousands of degrees Celsius per second. At such a high temperature, almost no matter can resist it.
Of course, it just means that it cannot be resisted, not that it cannot be dealt with: in human laboratories, even hundreds of millions of degrees of high temperature can be created.
"Hmph, White Dragon——"
As Sister Qiong raised her hand and pointed, the white dragon under her feet immediately opened its mouth to fight back, and the white "torrent" confronted each other.
This so-called "white torrent" is essentially countless tiny bombs; when it hits the strong light, it immediately explodes.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom! ! !
The endless explosions formed a "shield" and collided with the strong light.
One side was amazing, with thousands of explosions per second; the other side was cold and quiet, and the light, which was essentially electromagnetic radiation, went straight forward.
One side was the white of clay, and the other side was the white of sunlight.
"Huh?"
The "Lord of Fire" Mannoroth, whose lower body was a giant elephant body, crocodile tail, and upper body was a sturdy demon, was stunned.
Although the opponent was not weak, the essence of his power was one level lower. Theoretically, it was impossible to compare him with the light from the ‘Creator’. However, the actual situation was: both sides were evenly matched!
What is this?
The blazing eyes of the Flame Lord swept across the center of the two rays of light;
He saw a large amount of material like ‘ice crystals’ flying around, and then shattered by the aftermath of the attacks from both sides.
The broken crystals were scattered everywhere, and in a flash, they exploded into a group of light and heat that was more dazzling and hotter than the surrounding environment.
“Can you absorb my power and then throw it out?”
That’s right, Sister Qiong used ‘magnetic escape’ to bind and compress the light, temporarily turning it into a ‘solid state’ and throwing it out, letting it explode around, thereby dispersing the opponent’s attack power - it sounds very high-end at first, but the essence is actually the same as normal people sweating to dissipate heat.
Of course, being able to do such a thing proves:
“Mortal——”
The move failed, and the Flame Lord was trembling with flames all over his body.
"Dare to covet the power of the Creator?!"
The Fire Lord named 'Mannoroth' has already reacted. Although the opponent's power is inferior, it is essentially imitating the power of the 'Creator'.
The last time it was just an explosion, this time it has the ability to bind
It is clearly trying to steal this power by fighting with me.
Unforgivable!
"You are courting death!"
This is the ultimate insult to the 'Fire Lord'.
"Humph, the 'Creator' you mentioned has no opinion, and it's your turn as a lava puppy to bark?"
Qiongmei is not online every day for nothing, and immediately retorted.
"Roar————!!"
These words made the "Fire Lord" so angry that the flames burst out all over his body; the scorching white light kept sucking and spitting out like a small sun that seemed to explode on the spot.
I didn’t expect that Xiaoqiong would also say such “quotations from strong people”.
The scene in front of you,
Let Xiaoying next to him complain secretly.
Fortunately, although the other party's ability restrains them, it does not widen the gap in strength, that is to say:
Two against one, even if you can’t win, you can at least protect yourself.
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"Is this?"
On the dark altar, the elegant young man Luigi slowly woke up.
The searchlight on the power armor on his body has been turned off. Because the building does not have windows, it is so dark around it. However, it is strange that even in the darkness of the darkness that Luigi could clearly see it. everything.
That's right, he knew that there was absolutely darkness around him, but his eyes just "see clearly".
The altar under oneself, the giant statue in front, and behind oneself—
The mutated prisoner who is still kowtowing and worshiping.
"It's my physical problem,"
Standing up, Luigi quickly understood the problem.
Since the existence decided to give up the ‘gift’, it did not reject this option. Now he:
He raised his hand to grab the body and had lost any power, leaving only the cold and heavy "Explorer Type IV" power armor, and Luigi exerted a little force.
Hahaha,
The sound of metal being torn,
Even if the logistics department of the Holy Church "cut corners", this is steel after all: However, in Luigi's hands today, it was like a paper-stuffed toy, and the welded armor was removed by him a few times and then thrown to the ground.
"Has I become a 'monster' too?"
No!
Just a little lost intent.
The young man in the darkness looked firm again.
"I can still think rationally, so there will be no change in 'I'!"
I think, so I am here. This is the proposition of the philosopher Descartes: thoughts can doubt external objects, or objects within ideas, but they cannot doubt themselves.
"Faith is the truth of what you want, the assurance of what you have not seen; if you have faith and no doubt, you can not only do what you do on the fig tree, but you say to this mountain, you move away from this place; In the sea, you will also achieve it."
These verses that Luigi learned from childhood and his life rules, but in fact:
“I do not believe in the Lord, nor do I expect the Lord’s salvation.”
In the darkness, the young man muttered to himself.
That's right,
He does not believe in Yawei!
He practices the principles, wisdom, and righteousness of the Bible; not the being who hung on the cross, the same-
"I will not believe in you, the Father of the Sea."
Even though he was given strength by the other party, Luigi was not ecstatic or afraid to crawl, just as before:
He looked up at the towering statue, with eyes above the fleshy robe covered with tentacles.
However, the statue is speechless,
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
It seemed as if he was mocking his resistance, and it seemed like he was appreciating all of this.
The unity of knowledge and action is truly a saint who is alive.
"So, next."
The extraordinary power surged in his body, and Luigi looked at the twisted monster who was bowing.
"Maybe, I can."
He stepped forward and stretched out his hand and landed on the head of the monster with metal and flesh. It was barely considered a limb of the head.
"May your soul be rested, sickness and weakness have no power in you, may you be forgiven from sin and guilt."
As Luigi caresses past, the monster who can only bow and bow down and loses movement.
"Goodbye, my friend."
Crossing the monster's corpse, Luigi walked towards the door in the darkness.
Rumble ~~
The door opened automatically, and colorful light shone on his face.
The three-dimensional facial features seemed to be carved, with black curly hair with elegant bookish spirit, and the orange prison uniform was neat and clean. The young man who was "reborn" walked out of the church in the light.
No matter how much changes occur in his body, for him, as long as his mind is not polluted, he will still be himself.
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Somewhere in the chaotic city,
"Damn, what are those things, fishman?!"
In the dim and twisted city, several prisoners hid in a building in a mess. Their power armor was filled with torn marks: they looked like some kind of beast, slashing through them with their sharp claws. Their armor.
But the old saying is still: Steel is steel.
No matter it is a lion, tiger, brown bear and elephant, it is impossible to do such a thing: the minions of carbon-based organisms are not created to tear steel.
Except for extraordinary existence!
"Those things should be called 'Divers', right?"
Another prisoner scratched his head, his bloody armor with a dry dark red color.
This blood is of course his: thanks to the various adrenalines and coagulants that are automatically in the armor, they would not have escaped here.
"The fish's head, the human body, scales, dorsal fins, and also appears in this city."
The prisoner next to him nodded,
If the "Haiguo people" in the Haiguo Kingdom are seven-point like humans and three-point like fish; then what they met before was seven-point like fish and three-point like humans.
“It’s 'Diver'.”
Deep Diver, a legendary monster.
It is a marine human race with fish characteristics, with a nearly eternal life span; it is said that they respect their leader, Father God Dagon and mother God Hydra, and also worship the great "Father in the Sea".
This is Lalaye, it is normal to appear ‘Diver’, but:
"Why are we chasing us!"
"Is it too late for me to convert to the 'holy teachings'?"
"You go and talk to those 'diver' and see if they believe it or not!"
After several prisoners were furious, they fell into silence; if possible, they immediately believed in the "father in the sea" without any psychological burden.
But the reality is that people don’t accept them, such as “believers”! Or, does that really need a believer?
“I remember that even the 'Diver' was not a true believer.”
"That believer is the Star Familiar."
Some prisoners were having fun in pain, trying to make them feel better by belittled by those enemies.
Step by step,
"who?!"
At this moment, footsteps sounded from far to near.
"stop--"
"Who is coming from?"
"Aim and get ready to shoot!"
Several prisoners suddenly stood up, looked out the building door, and raised their guns to aim: Although the "Glock 36 pistol" in their hands is touching, it is still better than the one who fights with bare hands.
"Calm down, gentlemen."
As the other party kept getting closer, with the strange light in the sky, several prisoners finally saw the person coming clearly.
"Luigi?!"
Amid the mutated screams, there is no joy, no joy, only fear.
"You, you."
I don’t know if it’s good luck or bad luck, but these prisoners were the people who escaped from that church.
They looked at the young man walking towards him, and their trembling faces were filled with guilt, horror, and despair, but they did not have any positive emotions.
"Don't be excited, I haven't become a monster."
The young man of the orange prisoner spread his hands forward and signaled that he was not threatening.
"I--"
At this moment, a twisted shadow emerged from behind him.
? ? ?
"Wait, don't shoot, he's not an enemy."
Noting the muzzle raised by several prisoners again, Luigi looked at the twisted shadow next to him and realized "suddenly".
"He's. Well, in a sense, part of Taylor's legacy."
The name Taylor is the prisoner who mutated in the church.
? ? ? ?
You still say that you are not a monster? !
Seeing Luigi raising his hand to touch the twisted shadow, and the shadow tentacles danced with "comfortable" look, several prisoners subconsciously clamped their legs, and felt a constant urge to urinate on their brains.
Compared with those twisted monsters, Luigi, who seemed to be "normal", is even more chilling.
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ps: I went back to my hometown to celebrate the New Year. The updates in the past few days can only be about 4,000 words; by the way, I wish you all a happy New Year’s Eve~~~! !