Extraordinary Voyage Chapter 154: Who is the winner?

The "unknown" attack has not yet arrived, and the sea-like sacred power fluctuations have been passed over first.

　　

　　 The blood curtain in the sky was easily pierced through a large hole, and then quickly dissipated.

　　

　　 The projection of the evil **** Purcell felt the pure white blazing light earlier than Princeton. During the passionate "opera" performance, his face instantly stiffened, as if he was wearing a false mask.

　　

　　 Obviously, the familiar and unforgettable taste reminded him of the "tragic" experience a long time ago.

　　

　　As a great existence of half-man and half-god, in this material world where true God cannot descend, there are very few things that can make him care, but...that light is one of them!

　　

　　"Is it the means left by the minions of the ‘false god’?"

　　

　　 was defeated by the angels who descended from the Black Iron Cross church more than a hundred years ago, and since the sacrifice of the Wells family eight years ago, the plan has been planned. Now after nearly ten years of preparation, some of the power has finally penetrated .

　　

　　 What he didn't expect was that after such a long time, the local church still has methods specifically for himself? At this time, facing the restraint force left by the old opponent, it was naturally a little worried.

　　

　　 paid a huge price and a long time, and only sent a projection that was less than one-tenth of the power of the body. Purcell was not prepared to take the risk easily, and he could not bear the price of another failure.

　　

　　"Hehehe! The curtain call ceremony will wait until next time!"

　　

　　 Seeing that only a small number of sailors on the sea were affected by his own ability to die, the city has not even been affected by his own power, but his dissatisfaction in his heart can only be coldly hummed, "Thank God for his kindness. ! ’

　　

　　 At this time, Purcell still maintained the graceful posture of an opera performer, gently bowing in mid-air to call the curtain call, and then his pompous figure, like a weathered mural, peeled off in the air little by little. , Fade away.

　　

　　 It may not take a second for He to escape here completely, and then come back a few years later, once again dedicate a grand "tragedy" performance to this city!

　　

　　 hum——

　　

　　 But at this moment, the space Purcell is in abruptly freezes! The already bleak figure quickly returned to its original state!

　　

　　A pure white circular space quietly opened here, as if the whole world was left with only black and white, and the other places were shiny white, only Purcell's body was as black as ink.

　　

　　 the outside of the black and white space.

　　

　　 Surrounded by solemn hymns and holy light feathers, a slightly illusory angel's shadow has opened its huge snow-white wings and quietly surrounded this space. In his hands, a dazzling brilliance makes people unable to straighten. Shi's weapon was slowly stabbing.

　　

　　 "Not good!"

　　

　　 When Purcell really realized that the attack had come, he found that he had been locked up like a bug wrapped in amber.

　　

　　 Transcendents often do not judge superiority by combat effectiveness, and the gods are naturally even more so. Although the overall strength is far superior to mortals, it only has infinite power in its own priesthood or domain, but in other aspects it is only slightly stronger than Tier 4.

　　

　　 lost his first hand, making his situation immediately passive. After all, the power to block space does not belong to his area of ​​expertise.

　　

　　 "Hehehe, don't you want to stop me again!"

　　

　　 Purcell knew that the angel who had sealed him could not come again in such a short period of time, and the church here could not afford that price. If it's just a weapon left by an angel, even if it's just a projection now, it's not without the power of a battle.

　　

　　 Although he is more like an evil careerist standing behind the scenes than a warrior who is good at fighting, as the **** at the apex of the power of this world, he is not without the means to deal with it.

　　

　　 momentarily.

　　

　　 The road is in a state of rigidity, and the ostentatious and neutral figure begins to change constantly.

　　

　　 a fat and rude middle-aged man, a graceful and slender beautiful lady, a wise old man, a lively and lovely child, a solemn judge, a thief and so on.

　　

　　All the character images that existed in the stage play appeared one after another and then collapsed. The sacrifice of each image can only last for a short time, but it allows him to temporarily hold off the imprisonment and escape a certain distance.

　　

　　 This is his mythological form. The concept of "opera performer", which is composed of the ever-changing stage images he has played, is also the core of his divinity.

　　

　　 Any existence who has acquired immortal divinity cannot be underestimated!

　　

　　 No one knows how many vivid stage images the **** who created the performance of opera has ever had. Relying on the consumption of this source of power, it really made Percell a little closer. The outside of the black and white space.

　　

　　 Click—

　　

　　 Obviously, the space blockade realized by mortals through appliances failed to form a closed loop, and there are still loopholes. After Percell moved to the edge of space, it only took a few more stage images to break the blockade of the space barrier and break free!

　　

　　 "Huh...huh..."

　　

　　 Although he managed to get out of trouble, Purcell's face was very ugly, and he couldn't even care about the weird laughter that he had been maintaining.

　　

　　The exaggerated image of the opera actor is only his human body, and the mythological form is his body. Only just a short distance of more than ten meters has caused him to consume nearly two-thirds of the source of the gods.

　　

　　If several large-scale evil sacrifices cannot be carried out in a short period of time, this part of the power will never be recovered.

　　

　　 But the wisdom of the gods made him no longer mean to say harsh words. As soon as he got out of trouble, his body began to become illusory again. Obviously, he would run away again without saying a word...

　　

　　"The main gun of the'Steam Fortress' is launched!!!"

　　

　　 A loud and thunderous sound on the sea made him look down.

　　

　　 "What is it?" A dazzling white light suddenly lit up on the surface of the sea below his feet, flooding his vision.

　　

　　 boom——

　　

　　 "No--!!!"

　　

　　 Looking at Percell, who was bombarded back into the black and white space by a main gun, the bright spear point pierced by the shadow of an angel was greeted frontally, and there was no extra force to resist. Fly ash!

　　

　　 There is only a tiny particle of light that is extremely small but brighter than gold, under the control of invisible power, gently floating in the golden bottle held high in the hands of a tall and graceful figure.

　　

　　 "Old Benedit did a good job, the position of the bishop of the Diocese of Falettis is yours." Standing at the bow of the ship, the principal of Princeton who had just made a **** assist, only after the dust settled. Really smile from the heart.

　　

　　 After all, he is facing a fifth-order demigod standing at the apex of the power of the main material world. Even if it is just a projection, no one dares to say that he is 100% sure even after all the preparations are made. .

　　

　　 Restrict the extraordinary powers above Tier 2 to join the hunt for "murder ghosts", restrict the intervention of formal wizards with richer means and capabilities, and continue to give the "Dead Soul Box" opportunities, and even step on key nodes to rescue the field, until witnessed The Cthulhu projection came, and the old man was waiting for this moment.

　　

　　 first.

　　

　　 Use the hands of the church to weaken a part of the power of the evil god, but the demise of this projection can make this restless guy at least for hundreds of years. Otherwise, even if only a "dead soul box" is eliminated in advance, Cthulhu will find another opportunity to throw out two, three or more, to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause.

　　

　　 In addition, the power of the god-given weapon "Holy Gun Durandal" was consumed in this battle, and it is impossible to restore the power of this "anti-slashing god" without long-term worship.

　　

　　The relationship between the parties is both cooperation and confrontation. The natural opposition between the wizarding association and the Orthodox Church will not change due to temporary cooperation. The two thorns on the back are pulled out at once. How can Princeton be unhappy?

　　

　　 And even if the church did not act as agreed, he still had enough back-hands to deal with it, but after the crisis in the city, it was the church's turn to deal with the crisis of trust among the people.

　　

　　 But since the result is perfect, the follow-up plan can be permanently sealed. Your Excellency, who has cooperated with all of this, deserves what he wants.

　　

　　 What's more, the old man looked at the golden bottle in the hands of Her Royal Highness behind him, and his mood became more and more happy. The price he paid before was all worth it!

　　

　　 Cthulhu Projection came out to dominate the audience first, but walked without a trace.

　　

　　 Purcell, who has gone ashes, couldn’t imagine that his actions would have been calculated to death by a group of humble mortals. No matter what choice he made, there were more than one emergency plan waiting. Own.

　　

　　From beginning to end, He is nothing but a bargaining chip for the exchange of benefits between mortals...

　　

　　hehe...A self-proclaimed great god?

　　

　　"Your Excellency, confirm that the projection of the evil **** Purcell has completely dissipated and there is no sign of the seal being reopened!"

　　

In the 　　 Newin Cathedral, after a temporary ritual was held to inspire the god-given weapon "Holy Gun Durandal", hundreds of priests were overstretched because of the sacred power. Only priests above the patriarch level wanted Slightly better.

　　

　　 Hearing the voice of the middle-aged priest, the old bishop, who was standing in front of the goddess idol and praying, opened his eyes. As the host of the ritual, he has confirmed the result of the battle through the spiritual connection with the Holy Spear, which is more accurate than the detection of the middle-aged priest.

　　

　　 "Goddess protection!"

　　

　　 "Goddess Bless!" The middle-aged priest hurriedly followed ~IndoMTL.com~ to double the frequency of mass masses after the church. The power of the holy gun needs to be restored as soon as possible, otherwise it will not be enough to deter the heretics! "

　　

　　 Looking at the hands of a snowy day ambassador next to the goddess idol, the old bishop Benedit said in a solemn voice.

　　

　　"Your will, sir!

　　

　　This time the Cthulhu incident, I have let people start compiling a new hymn, which will soon be sung by the choir, and the goddess’ mercy will always envelop her lambs! "

　　

　　The middle-aged priest bows slightly.

　　

　　 After seeing the old bishop nod in satisfaction, the middle-aged priest seemed to be greatly encouraged to salute again, and then turned around and retired.

　　

　　 this time.

　　

　　The citizens still sleeping don’t know what happened tonight, maybe they won’t know for a lifetime...