Chapter 153

Under the thick blood of the unknown.

In the most prosperous city center of Newport, stands a magnificent cathedral. Based on white marble, with towering spires and exquisite porch columns, decorated with tens of thousands of famous sculptures, it is the holy place of the "goddess of kingship and navigation" here, the "Newcastle cathedral".

Even this city, which has not really risen for many years, gets its name because of this church. We can imagine how influential this church, which was built before the harbor, has here!

But at this time, under the magnificent spire of the former solemn and solemn Newcastle Cathedral, there was an unexpected cry of panic:

"come on! Come on! Come on! Start the operation

In the circular hall surrounded by mythical murals, a group of at least hundreds of clergy in black robes, holding a black pig iron cross with an anchor point at the bottom, stand around the rising dome in the center of the hall to form a perfect circle.

Everyone is praying in silence, silent.

Suddenly I heard the middle-aged priest's cry. The black robed priests, who had been prepared for a long time, began to recite the holy words of the goddess without any words!

Each person's different timbres are fused into one at this time, and become the same voice. This low hum with some mysterious power is constantly amplified, echoed and increased by the circular dome.

At the top of the spire of the building, there was a milky light on a high black iron cross. With the continuous chanting of the priests, the Milky light became more and more intense, and then spread out like water waves.

Gradually spread all over the city...

[magic · silent sleep! 】

with the destruction of the "ghost ship" and the "dead soul box" and "murderer" on it, all the "rioters" who caused the turmoil have lost all their sources of power.

No distortion of the "rioters" fell in situ, I do not know life and death, has been distorted directly into a blood mist, completely disappeared in the air.

Soon, only the citizens who survived the disaster in the city were left shivering at home, while a few of the bolder ones were looking for the movement in the street carefully.

When the Milky magic waves released from the cathedral passed, the citizens who were awakened by the large-scale turmoil at night had a strong sense of sleep again. Ordinary people could not even resist and fell asleep.

Poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop, poop.

Because the real disaster has come.

Don't look directly at the gods!

This is the first taboo that every transcendent person is told after stepping on transcendence.

Personality, mystery and the conceptual information carried by the gods themselves can instantly crush the fragile mind and soul of a human being, and both the mind and the body will be "polluted".

This is also the reason why the church saw the irreversible situation and let all citizens go to sleep for the first time.

Although the method is simple and crude, it is very effective at this time.

"Your eminence?" After the magic came into effect, the middle-aged priest standing at the door was slightly relieved, and bowed to a thin old man standing outside the door.

In this world, the ranks of clergy in both orthodox and heretical churches are roughly the same.

Pope (also known as the patriarch, usually the fourth peak), bishop (usually the third level, the Archbishop level is equivalent to the fourth level extraordinary), bishop (usually the second level formal extraordinary, the Archbishop level is equivalent to the third level), priest (equivalent to the first level Apprentice).

Their path is called the "clergy"!

Because they are attached to the gods, the road is safe and stable, and the ability is very strong. As long as the almost eternal gods are not in trouble, they will always hold the world's thickest thigh.

But the identity of the so-called "clergyman" is difficult to be recognized by the extraordinary.

In the final analysis, they all come from God's grace, and their mortal nature has never changed. If one day they lose the favor of the gods, everything they once owned will be lost instantly, even if they were once a noble Pope, they will fall into the dust.

However, even so, the bishop who appeared at the door at this time was already an upper class force in the church. Even though he had been in the church for several times, there were not many in the whole kingdom of faletis.

"The situation has not worsened to the most serious level. It's really just a projection."

The old bishop benedet, who also did not dare to look up at the sky and just observed the movement of the evil god with some kind of detection magic by the goddess's divine power, saw the reality of the "evil god" at this time, and his nervous tension was slightly relaxed.

"The holy gun, Durandal!"

At the command of the old bishop, the priests gathered under the dome were as busy as if they had the backbone.

...

"Oh, ha ha, this is the taste of freedom! Aha, betrayal, jealousy, grief, despair! What a wonderful mood! This is the best seasoning for a gorgeous OperaIn the aria which can be regarded as the same strain as the "dead soul box", the evil god Purcell, dressed like an opera actor, dances in mid air, without the authority of the gods imagined by ordinary people.

"Ah! Sorry, everyone. I didn't notice that so many people came to meet me. I'm so happy! Oh, ha ha...

it seems that he just noticed the three remaining warships and the legendary warship "steam fortress" on the sea. He bowed in all directions to apologize with exaggeration, as if he was really full of spectators around him.

"Aha! And the city, the noisy crowd and the prosperous land are just the stage I need! "

But no one can see his actions, no matter how grandiose they are.

Because as early as I heard the crack of the seal, at the command of the commander, everyone had lowered their heads and closed their eyes, lying on the ground for fear of seeing the terror that could not be looked directly at.

At the scene, the only one who dares to detect the evil god Purcell by certain means is probably Princeton, who is a third-order wizard.

If the fallen god of opera comes, he will definitely run as far as possible, but it's just a projection. As long as he doesn't show the mythical form, he won't be able to fight back.

"Sure enough, although the seal was temporarily unsealed, it was weakened by layers in the early stage. The power accumulated by the" murderer "in seven days, even with the blood sacrifice of Wacker wells, could only let him deliver limited power."

Standing in the bow of the steel ship, Princeton was still upright, as if the gods could not make him bend down. The old God is there, and even has the mood to comment on the projection of the evil god.

After bowing to all sides and apologizing, the evil god didn't care about the audience's "cold response" at all, and chanted to himself:

"in order to thank you for joining in this grand play, please allow me to personally thank you!

The curtain call performance is "the poem of death"! "

"Ah!

History is watching me,

let me tell you what I didn't know when I was young:

you can't control who lives, who dies, who tells your story.

... "

the chanting voice was clearly introduced into the ears of the sailors. It was still the exaggeration of the opera performers, but it added the feelings of the performers, belonging to the feelings of the gods!

Madness, coldness, cruelty, killing...

every character is like a devil crawling out of the abyss of hell, dragging the souls of the audience to hell.

The chant covered the sea and spread further and further towards the port of New York. No matter what the effect of the lyrics is, if we don't curb it, port New York will soon become a dead city!

"Close your ears, don't listen!"

The fleet commander closed his eyes, covered his ears and screamed desperately. This kind of attack launched by the gods, even if it is just a projection, is far from what an ordinary person or even a low-level Superman can bear.

However, his warning was of no help to the situation of the sailors. How could the attack of the gods be so easily resisted?

"Ah -"

bang!

As soon as the commander's voice came down, a sailor on the deck suddenly raised his gun and shot through his head.

"Ah! My eyes Others, like a magic barrier, reached out and dug out their own eyes, only to wake up and cry.

Some people intend to use a sharp dagger to pierce their eardrum, but too much force, even the brain are pierced together!

At this time, even Princeton could not keep calm. He frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the city: "why hasn't the church moved yet?"

It's like responding to his ideas.

At this time, the port direction of the city's most central, a pure white light suddenly lit up!

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