Lord of Enigma - Chapter 601

[Chapter 593 Power Word]

How powerful is the foundation of the Church of Light? There is almost no standard answer to this question on the mysterious side. But on the mysterious side, all organizations or individuals know that the most powerful supernatural organization candidate first must be the church.

Because since the beginning of the Dark Age, the church has almost never suffered heavy losses, and each era will grow stronger. In its heyday, the church even had the strength to independently launch wars that swept the entire continent. One-on-one, even those large states in the Europa League. The country is not necessarily their opponent.

Although the churches in the New World are not as terrifying as those in the Old World.

But because of the personal charm of “Charles I”, the church in the federation even has a stronger sense of existence.

When he ordered it, no one thought the Castle Bureau would survive.

This castle with a long history will be completely erased.

In the void, William O’Neill, who was pierced through his body by the holy sword, was still tall and straight. He had thick white curly hair and a neat and dignified white beard. Anyone who looked at him could feel this middle-aged man with aristocratic temperament. Young man, that unquestionable integrity.

He heard the “Holy Inquisition” Lancelot’s slander of his family’s blood, and also heard the order full of killing intent from this knight.

In his eyes, in addition to reflecting the danger of the ancient castle bureau, it also reflected the scene in Mihuang city at the moment.

Millions of people are suffering from continuous “light pollution”.

William O’Neill watched his “citizens” with his own eyes. Because they were illuminated by the kingdom of the Holy Light above, they sang the gospel with piety at first, and then entered the “End Times”. With the terrifying murmur gathered, millions of people were excited. Started.

Whether it is a man, a woman, the elderly or a child, or even a newborn baby, their eyeballs begin to engulf, and their expressions become frenzied.

In the end, their chants almost overwhelmed the phantom angels of vengeance in the kingdom.

Any extraordinary person can be easily distinguished.

The people are turning towards “mad believers”.

Even chaotic, evil-aligned organizations, in most cases, do not do this to their followers and followers.

Believers who are caught in “madness” can provide extremely violent and majestic power of faith.

But correspondingly, this is also overdrawing their vitality.

For a time, the gazes of the supernatural beings who also found these “signs” fell on the other side of the portal of that day, and that was still on Charles I, who was still entangled by Ludwig and the second corrupt leader.

“so similar!”

Somewhere in the Federation, a big man said so.

The rest of the superhumans had similar thoughts in their minds.

“The mad-blooded knight general of the Dark Age who had launched several eastern expeditions, who once planned to become the strong man of Charles I, the most commonly used method was to make his subordinates and his subjects become mad believers, so his every A conquest is tragic, but he can always win… The price is that his subordinates and the army he leads have been changed frequently.”

“When he was in power, in areas ruled by the church, the life expectancy of the subjects was at least ten years lower than in other areas.”

These thoughts and thoughts are complicated, but the reality has not passed even half a second.

At Lancelot’s “order”, William O’Neill immediately started.

He looked at the “Holy Inquisition Knight” of the Dark Age with angry and questioning eyes, the blood from the corner of his mouth “tick-tick” fell on Lancelot’s holy sword, the holy light and the invisible flame contained in it It seemed to collide, and the sound of chi chi made a sound.

William O’Neill did not defend and did not continue his attack.

He just looked at Lanstro calmly, with a question in his eyes that annoyed the Holy Inquisition Knight. Before the army was about to destroy the castle, he spoke slowly:

“I, William O’Neill, in the name of the ancestor ‘William the Righteous’, please incarnate justice, patron of the industrious and brave people, supreme goddess of thunder, fire and punishment…”

With the voice of William O’Neill, his body suddenly changed dramatically.

Every pore on his body was overflowing with blood beads, which quickly evaporated.

Every time he spit out a word, the whole person lost a point.

His body was spewing out seemingly endless, invisible flames. Lancelot soon realized that he had penetrated William O’Neill’s holy sword, and the part inside the opponent’s body was being burned and melted. , he himself was enveloped in flames.

A large amount of charred black appeared on the armor covering Lancelot’s entire body.

But what made him feel worse and worse was what William O’Neill was doing.

With the crazy eruption of invisible flames, the phantom of the salamander that had been nailed to the spot not only broke free from the holy sword in an instant, but also expanded its body. In the invisible “sea of fire”, a gap opened.

Inside, invisible flames and brilliance sprinkled, and a huge, blindfolded goddess phantom slowly emerged.

Anyone who sees the phantom of the goddess can’t help but start “self-judgment” in their hearts.

The superhumans who peeped at this place instantly understood O’Neill’s thoughts.

“William O’Neill is imitating Charles I, trying to awaken the gods that the William family has believed in for generations, the ‘Goddess of Justice Gatis’ of the order camp. His nagging may not speed up the awakening of the goddess, but it can make the goddess give some The reaction…for example, a justice trial?”

“It seems that the legend is true. The ancestor of the William family is the ‘righteous William’ who was chosen by the ‘Goddess of Justice’ as a follower, with great strength and supreme morality.”

“It should have been thought long ago that the Lord of Thorns and the Goddess of Justice were once… ahem, it seems that the reincarnation of the ‘master’ is destined.”

“Can the Holy Inquisition Knight Lancelot and the Army of Light withstand a justice trial?”

“William O’Neill is not Charles I. He may not have the strength to communicate with the sleeping goddess of justice, even if he is burning himself.”

Among the flickering thoughts, the one who felt the most terrifying was undoubtedly Lancelot.

He is an “Undead Heroic Spirit”, meaning that he can hardly be killed.

Unless you encounter an attack that exceeds the upper limit.

And now, with William O’Neill sacrificing his life, it’s possible to do just that.

The believers of the ordinary Goddess of Justice cannot summon the “Goddess’s Justice Judgment” even if they burn their souls. But if the person who did this was a descendant of “Integrity William”, and he was a powerhouse that was infinitely close to “Legendary Grade”, then everything would be different.

Anger and killing intent occupied Lancelot’s eyes.

The Holy Inquisition Knight made a crazy move, he let go of the holy sword and took a step slowly.

Boom!

Under the invisible flames, everyone saw that Lancelot’s knight armor turned black, turned into powder and rustled. Burnt black.

One step, it is a “scorched corpse”.

But Lancelot still had to take the second step.

One of his mouth was completely open, his charred lips were cracked, revealing white teeth, a bright red mouth, and a fierce smile, one of his palms stuck out, the flesh quickly disappeared, revealing the bones inside, full of holy light. The skeleton, the sharp phalanx was about to pierce the flames and pierce the skull of O’Neil, who had been thin as a paper man.

And O’Neill’s “calling” has not been completed.

This scene appeared, and sighs sounded all over the Federation.

Obviously, William O’Neill’s strength is not only far inferior to “Charles I”, but also cannot be compared with Holy Inquisition Knight Lancelot. Although he is willing to sacrifice his life and has a strong bloodline, in the extraordinary world, the combat power is the foundation of everything.

When William O’Neill dies, the castle bureau will be left to slaughter.

Inside Longxinbao, on the fourth floor of the Book Tower, in front of Tang Qi, a magic portal is slowly opening.

Just when he couldn’t help it, he was about to shoot.

A soft, but not allowing any refutation, sounded abruptly in the Castle Bureau, and in the entire Mihuang City.

“The flower of truth…will bloom on thorns!”

“boom!”

It broke out. In the quaint castle, white thorns are exuding clean brilliance. In an instant, they wrapped the entire William Castle, including “William O’Neill”, everyone was wrapped in holy thorns to protect write.

All turmoil, whether it is holy light or righteous fire, is absorbed by holy thorns.

The only one who was treated “differently” was Holy Inquisition Knight Lancelot. His heroic body had just recovered from the flames of justice. When he opened his eyes, he saw dozens of “Holy Thorns” whipping him towards him.

clap clap clap!

In the sound that can’t be ignored, Lancelot has no resistance, his armor is torn, his skin is torn apart, blood is dripping, he falls from the air, rolls out from the thorns, the wound is stained with dust, like a fallen man. Like an “angel” of dust, it is embarrassed.

But at this moment, Lancelot didn’t care.

He got up suddenly and looked towards the center of the castle.

Surrounded by countless “Holy Thorns”, two figures slowly ascended.

Raphael!

Everyone saw the young man with his head bowed slightly. His whole body was glowing, pure, majestic, and supreme brilliance. He seemed to be inquiring before him, bowing to him, his face full of reverence. old man.

As for the old man with long white hair, he was like a wise “Saint”. While answering the youth’s inquiry, another voice belonging to him resounded throughout Mihuang City.

No one knows the conversation between the old man and “Raphael”, but everyone can hear another voice of the old man.

My Lord said:

“No swordsmen can be used here!”

In the calm, but indisputable voice, everyone including Lancelot involuntarily let go of their palms, and no matter what weapon they were, they smashed to the ground.

Then, another voice.

“Don’t play with faith!”

In the chaotic and crazy urban area of Mihuang, the people who were falling towards the “mad believers” woke up one after another, and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

“Holy light must come from the soul!”

When this voice sounded, everyone guessed the identity of the old man. At the same time, the Church of Light, starting from Lancelot, to an ordinary knight in the army, some of them seemed to be about to be destroyed. , the complexion changed greatly.

The more drastic “change” was the kingdom of light that almost enveloped the entire Mihuang City at this moment.

An amazing and tragic picture is happening.

The vengeful angels in the kingdom who sang the “End Times” are composed of pure holy light, but after the old man spoke, their foundation was directly cut off, and the swords and soldiers stained with “holy blood” in their hands were constantly annihilated. One after another fell.

The chant stopped abruptly.

The army surrounding William Castle, since Lancelot, his heroic body that released the incomparably brilliant holy light began to decay, the holiness became mottled, and the brilliance was dim.

The light on the red-robed bishops was weakened little by little, and some of them even disappeared directly, and the tall, holy bodies also slumped down.

Knights, most of them dimmed, and some fell to mortals.

The heavy armored soldiers, dozens of them lost the protection of the Holy Light, immediately heard a clicking sound, turned into ordinary people, and were directly crushed to death by the heavy armor. The bright red minced meat ran along the gap, mixed with blood, and was forcibly squeezed out.

Sisters, wailing and screaming, almost half of the light was lost, they became old and ugly.

Priests, most of them began to have “mutations” after the Holy Light disappeared, some of them couldn’t bear to look directly, and the pollution that made people angry burst out on their bodies.

…

Everywhere in the Federation, where many extraordinary organizations are located, are peeping at the powerhouses in Mihuang City, and at this moment fell silent at the same time.

Power Word must also follow the transcendent laws. The voice of the old man did not directly cut off their beliefs. The appearance of those ugly pictures meant that there were some people in the army of light, and their beliefs were not pure.

Soon, several almost undisguised mocking laughter sounded.

And almost all the organizations and individuals of the chaotic and evil camp, the ridicule they passed from a long distance, made the people of the church even more embarrassed.

“The Holy Prophet’s Power Word!”

On the fourth floor of the library tower, Tang Qi returned to the shadows. He also saw the real identity of the familiar old man who was code-named “MH-046” in the Castle Bureau.

In the transcendent world, there is only one person who can disintegrate the source of the power of the believers of light with the “Power Word”, and at the same time is also the existence of the believers of the “Lord of Thorns”.

“Among the Twelve Saints, the most isolated saint is the Holy Mage Bram Crowley, but the most mysterious saint must be the Holy Prophet Pyrrhus.”

“Various legends of the Dark Ages, the Prophet was a kind, omniscient old man who called himself Pyrrhus, but no one knew where he came from and what he wanted to do… The world only knows that he and the penitent Martin Sims is a good friend, he has unimaginable prophecy, divination ability, and he also has power word like a god.”

“According to the relevant information of the Castle Bureau, the name of the containment ‘MH-046’ is Jerome, and his appearance history seems to be older than that of Peles.”

“So, the Holy Prophet is both Jerome and Pyrrhus…or are they both just vests of a powerful being?”

When Tang Qi made a judgment in his mind, there was also a doubt.