The "unknown" attack hadn't arrived yet, but the waves of holy power that were as vast as the sea had already passed over.
A big hole was easily pierced through the blood veil that shrouded the sky, and then it quickly dissipated.
The projection of the evil god Purcell felt the pure white blazing light earlier than Princeton. In the midst of the passionate "opera" performance, his face instantly stiffened as if he was wearing a fake mask.
Obviously, the familiar and unforgettable smell reminded him of the "painful" experience from a long time ago.
As a great being who was half-human and half-god, there were very few things that he cared about in this material world where the true gods couldn't descend. But … that light was one of them!
"Is this a trick left by the pawn of the 'false god'?"
More than a hundred years ago, he was defeated and sealed by the angels of the Church of the Black Iron Cross. Eight years ago, the priests of the Wales family had been planning this. Now, after nearly ten years of preparation, he finally managed to leak out a part of his power.
What he didn't expect was that after such a long time, the local church still had a trick that was specifically aimed at him. At this moment, facing the restraining power left by his old rival, he was naturally a little worried.
After paying a huge price and a long time, he only sent out a projection that didn't even have one-tenth of his own power. Purcell wasn't prepared to take the risk easily. He couldn't afford to fail again.
"Hahaha! I'll send the curtain call ceremony together next time! "
Seeing that only a small number of marines had lost their lives because of his ability, and that the city had yet to be affected by his power, he could only let out a cold snort despite feeling dissatisfied in his heart. 'Thank the mercy of the gods!'
At this moment, Purcell still maintained the elegant posture of an opera performer. He bowed gently in the air, and then his extravagantly dressed figure peeled off and faded in the air like a weathered mural.
Maybe in less than a second, he would completely escape from here and then come back a few years later to present a grand "tragedy" performance to this city again!
Buzz —
But at this moment, the space where Purcell was suddenly frozen! The very dim figure quickly returned to its original state!
A pure white circular space quietly opened up here, as if the whole world was only left with black and white. The other places were shining white, and only Purcell's body was as black as ink.
Outside the black and white space.
Surrounded by solemn hymns and holy feathers of light, a slightly illusory shadow of an angel had already spread out its huge snow-white wings and quietly surrounded this space. In its hand, a dazzling weapon that no one could look directly at was slowly piercing towards them.
"Not good!"
When Purcell realized that the attack had come, he found that he had been firmly imprisoned like a bug wrapped in amber.
Most of the time, Extraordinaires were not judged by their combat prowess, and this was even more so for Gods. Although their overall strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, they only possessed boundless power within their own Divine Duty or Domain. In other aspects, they were only slightly stronger than a Tier Four.
Having lost the upper hand, he was now in a passive situation. After all, the power of sealing space was not something he was good at.
"Hehehe, don't even think about stopping me!"
Purcell knew that it was impossible for the angel who had sealed him to return in such a short time. The church here could not afford to pay the price. If it was just a weapon left behind by an angel, even if he was only a projection now, he still had the power to fight.
Although compared to a warrior who was good at fighting, he was more like an evil and ambitious schemer who stood behind the scenes to command. But as a God who was at the top of the world's power, he was not without means to deal with it.
In an instant.
The neutral figure who was in a rigid state and dressed exaggeratedly began to change constantly.
A fat and rude middle-aged man, a graceful and beautiful lady, a wise old man, a lively and lovely child, a solemn judge, a sneaky thief, and so on.
All the characters in the stage play appeared and then collapsed one after another. The sacrifice of each image could only last for a short time, but it allowed him to temporarily break free from the imprisonment and escape a certain distance.
This was his mythical form, the concept of "opera performer" that was formed by the combination of the ever-changing stage images he had played before. This was also the core of his divinity.
Any existence who had obtained the divinity of immortality should not be underestimated!
No one knew how many vivid stage images this God, who had created the form of opera performance, had once played. Relying on the consumption of this source of power, Purcell actually got closer to the outside of the black and white space little by little.
Crack!
Obviously, the space seal created by the mortals through instruments did not form a closed loop, and there were still loopholes. After Purcell moved to the edge of the space, he only needed to use a few more stage images to break the seal of the space membrane and escape!
"Huff … Huff …"
Although he had successfully escaped, Purcell's expression was very ugly. He could not even care about the weird laughter that he had been maintaining.
The exaggerated opera performer image was only his human form. His mythical form was his true form. Just a short distance of a dozen meters had used up almost two-thirds of his divine origin.
If he could not perform several large-scale evil sacrifices in a short period of time, he would not be able to get back this part of his power.
But the wisdom of a God did not allow him to say anything more. As soon as he escaped, his body began to become illusory again. Obviously, he was going to escape again without saying anything.
"Steam Fortress' main cannon, fire!!!"
A thunderous voice on the surface of the sea made him look down.
"What is that?" A dazzling white light suddenly lit up on the surface of the sea under his feet, filling his vision.
Boom!
"No —!!!"
Purcell, who had been blasted back into the black and white space by the main cannon, faced the bright spear tip of the angel's shadow head on. He did not have any extra strength to resist, and with a bang, he exploded into ashes!
Only a tiny speck of light that was even more dazzling than gold was controlled by an invisible force and gently fell into the golden vase that was held high in the hands of a tall and graceful figure.
"Old Benedict, you've done well. The position of bishop of Faletis Diocese is yours." Standing at the bow of the ship, the Princeton Principal who had just made a godly assist revealed a smile that came from the bottom of his heart after the dust had settled.
After all, he was facing a Level Five demigod who stood at the peak of power in the main material world. Even if it was just a projection, even if he had made all the necessary preparations, no one dared to say that they had 100% confidence.
Restricting supernatural powers above grade 2 from joining the hunt for the Man Killer Fiends, restricting the participation of official Wizards who had more means and abilities, giving the 'Soul Death Box' opportunities, even saving the situation at key moments, until he saw the descent of the Evil God's projection, the old man had been waiting for this moment.
First of all.
Borrowing the power of the church to weaken part of the evil god's power, the destruction of the projection alone would cause this restless guy to suffer for at least a hundred years. Otherwise, even if the Soul Box was destroyed in advance, the evil god could still find a chance to throw out two or three more. It was a temporary solution.
In addition, in this battle, the power of the God-given weapon "Holy Spear, Durandal" was consumed. In the future, without a long period of worship, it would be impossible to recover this mighty power that could "slay a god".
The relationship between the parties was both cooperation and confrontation. The natural opposition between the wizard association and the orthodox church would not change just because of temporary cooperation. How could Princeton not be happy that two thorns were pulled out at once?
And even if the church did not act according to the agreement, he had enough backup plans to deal with it. After the crisis of the city, it would be the church's turn to deal with the crisis of the people's trust.
But since the result was perfect, the follow-up plan could be sealed forever. And the bishop, who cooperated with all of this, deserved to get what he wanted.
What's more, the old man looked at the golden bottle in Her Royal Highness' hand behind him and felt even happier. The price he paid was worth it!
The projection of the evil god appeared and suppressed the crowd, but left without leaving a trace.
Persephone, who was already gone, had no idea that his actions had been calculated by a group of lowly mortals. No matter what choice he made, there would be more than one set of emergency plans waiting for him.
From the beginning to the end, he was just a bargaining chip between mortals …
Haha … A self-proclaimed great god?
"Your Excellency, I've confirmed that the projection of the evil god Persephone has completely dissipated, and there are no signs of the seal being reopened!"
In the New Yin Cathedral, after the temporary ritual to activate the God-given weapon "Holy Spear, Durandal" was held, hundreds of clergymen collapsed to the ground because they had overdrawn their holy power. Only clergymen who were at the level of preachers and above were slightly better off.
Hearing the middle-aged clergyman's voice, the old bishop who was praying in front of the statue of the goddess opened his eyes. As the host of the ritual, he had confirmed the result of the battle through the spiritual connection with the holy spear. His detection was more accurate than the middle-aged clergyman's.
"Goddess bless us!"
"Goddess bless us!" The middle-aged clergyman quickly followed.
"Double the frequency of the mass after the cathedral. The power of the holy spear needs to be restored as soon as possible, or it won't be enough to deter the heretics!"
Old Cardinal Benedict said solemnly as he looked at the ordinary-looking, worn-out iron spear in the hands of a snow-white angel statue beside the statue of the goddess.
"Your will, Your Excellency!
For this evil god incident, I've already ordered people to compile a new hymn, and it will soon be given to the choir to sing. The mercy of the goddess always shrouds her lambs! "
The middle-aged clergyman bowed slightly.
Seeing the old bishop nod in satisfaction, the middle-aged clergyman bowed again as if he had received great encouragement, and then turned to leave.
At this moment.
The sleeping citizens did not know what had happened tonight, and perhaps they would never know for the rest of their lives …
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