However, all of her calculations were destined to be in vain. These representatives of the major forces didn't care about the relationship between a small mercenary group and the Descendants of God Organization.
They only cared about whether their own interests could be protected, and they didn't take her words to heart at all.
"Everyone gathered here today. What do you want?"
With so many masters gathered, the Vajra King didn't dare to be presumptuous and asked politely.
"Vajra King, we want that Godly man on the plane. The Holy Church owes you a favor!"
The Vice Director of the Inquisition of the Holy Church squeezed an ugly smile on his gloomy and terrifying old face. He tried to make his cold voice sound as gentle as possible, but the ear-piercing sound that sounded like metal rubbing against each other still made everyone frown.
The Vajra King's expression darkened when he heard that. Even though Ayleshi was a famous bloody butcher, he was looking down on him if he wanted to take away the Seven Kills that he had painstakingly captured just because of a favor from the Church.
"Hehe, a favor from the Holy Church is really valuable. Unfortunately, in my eyes, a favor from the Holy Church isn't worthy of me giving face."
The Vajra King was enraged. Others might be afraid of the Holy Church, but he wasn't. Although he didn't want to fall out with them, his tone was already filled with mockery.
Elise's gloomy old face darkened even more. Although the Descendants of God Organization was mysterious and powerful, the Holy Church had believers all over the world. As the heresy adjudicator of the Inquisition, his hands were stained with blood.
The faith of a fanatic was fanatical. He saw himself as a weapon for God to walk in the human world and destroy all the heretics who dared to blaspheme God for God. His superior mentality was already cultivated in his bones. Seeing that the Vajra King didn't give him any face and even mocked him in front of his face, especially the favor from the Holy Church, how could this fanatic tolerate it? He was enraged and instantly went berserk.
"Lowly ant, you have blasphemed the great God. You damn heretic. I walk in the name of God and destroy all the heretics on behalf of God …"
Although Ai Leishi wasn't young, he had a short temper. He muttered an ancient and cryptic language as his aged body slowly rose into the air. A layer of milky-white holy light enveloped his body, making him look as sacred and inviolable as a god descending into the world.
The representatives of the major forces at the scene consciously retreated, leaving space for the two to fight. It was very rare to see a battle between two powerhouses. They were happy to watch the show. It would not be too late to talk about it after the outcome of the battle.
"Mages are indeed powerful! They can absorb and use the power of faith! The Holy Church is interesting!"
The golden-haired man put his hands behind his back and reluctantly took a few steps back after being forcefully pulled by Old Greene. He even casually commented as if he was giving pointers.
"Hehe, it's just a simple and crude use of the power of faith. It's not worth mentioning in front of Young Master."
Old Greene slyly flattered, making the young man even more proud. However, he pretended to be humble and said, "You can't say that. Although our Gold Family can use the power of God, the Holy Church has developed to its current scale and only knows how to use the power of faith to fight. I have to say that they do have some skills."
"Hehe!"
Old Greene couldn't help but blush when he saw the strange looks from the people around him. He laughed dryly and didn't say anything else. However, he was complaining in his mind. Young Master didn't understand the affairs of the world, and it was his first time going out. He was young and full of vigor, and he was trying his best to show off. He didn't know how to control his words at all, and he gave others the impression that he wasn't calm enough. This wasn't a good thing.
"Humph! Pretending to be mysterious! Go to hell! "
The Vajra King sensed that Ayleshi's aura was increasing endlessly. If this continued, even he would be scared. He knew that he couldn't continue like this and had to stop Ayleshi's advancement. He shouted and stomped on the ground, creating a deep hole. Then, he jumped up like a cannonball, and his fist that was as big as a bowl smashed toward Ayleshi's face viciously.
"Huh? The golden light on this kid's fist looks like the golden godly power of our family. However, it seems like it is too scattered and not concentrated enough."
The golden-haired young man was surprised, and he started to comment again. The way he shook his head as if he was teaching a junior made Old Greene's eyes twitch. "This Young Master is so obedient and well-behaved at home. How come he changes so much after he goes out? He can't even control his mouth."
Although the Vajra King was in the middle of the battle, he still heard the young man's undisguised evaluation. The anger in his chest flared up again, and he increased the strength of his punch. He treated Ayleshi like that foul-mouthed young man and wanted to blow him up with one punch.
"Lowly ant, God says that you should be burned at the stake, and your sinful soul shall be interrogated by the Fire of Judgment!"
Ayleshi, who was floating in the air with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. He shouted loudly and extended his finger that was wrapped in holy light. He gently pointed at the Vajra King's menacing fist.
Rays of pure white holy light formed a huge cross-shaped holy sword in front of him, burning with black flames. It looked extremely strange, and it whistled toward the Vajra King's fist that was wrapped in golden light.
The Vajra King's expression changed. The black flames gave him an extremely strong sense of danger. He definitely couldn't take it head-on, so he withdrew his fist without hesitation, pulled out the belt around his waist, and swung it at the cross-shaped holy sword.
The belt was made of pure metal, but it suddenly turned into a sharp sword in his hand and collided heavily with the cross-shaped holy sword.
There was no earth-shattering sound, nor were there any beautiful sparks when the two swords collided. There was only a silent and terrifying wave of air.
The cross-shaped holy sword was obliterated in the collision, having completed its mission. The Vajra King's belt sword didn't gain any advantage either. The strange black flames actually started burning along his sword and continuously spread to his arm.
The Vajra King let out a strange cry and actually threw away the belt in his hand. The threat of the black flames was too great, and he didn't dare let them burn his body.
However, he wasn't someone who was willing to suffer losses. Although he was forced to throw away his sword, he couldn't just throw it away for nothing. Instead, he threw the sword straight at Ayleshi.
Ayleshi's expression changed. He didn't dare to take the sword burning with black flames, either. He could only awkwardly fall to the ground and dodge the terrifying sword.
"That black flames aren't something you can control, right? Haha, I was wondering, so you're relying on an external object. What's there to be afraid of? Again!"
The somewhat dejected Vajra King's spirits were lifted when he saw this. He laughed heartily and quickly rushed forward, not giving Ayleshi any time to pull away as he threw punch after punch.
Ayleshi was the deputy director of the Inquisition. Divine spells were his forte, but when it came to close combat, he was far too lacking. His frail body was his greatest weakness.
In addition, he had been in a high position for a long time and had the power to decide life and death. He had never lacked the protection of Adjudicators, and he rarely encountered any resistance from the heathens. Thus, his combat experience was really not worth mentioning.
Now that the Vajra King had seized the opportunity to close in on him, his lack of combat experience was immediately exposed. In his panic, not only did he not think of pulling away from the Vajra King, but he also relied on the power of faith to protect his body and forcibly took the blows. He was even muttering incantations in an attempt to use divine spells to reverse the situation.
If his opponent was weaker than him, perhaps this move would have been effective, but what kind of person was the Vajra King? The power of every punch and kick was as terrifying as a mountain, rapidly consuming Ayleshi's protective power of faith.
The worst thing was that although the protective power of his body temporarily prevented him from being injured, it could continuously interrupt his chanting incantations. If he could not complete the incantation, he would not be able to use the divine spell.
The more flustered he was, the easier it was for him to make mistakes. An extremely comical scene appeared on the scene. A tall and sturdy man continuously beat up a thin old man whose entire body was emitting a pure and holy light. The terrifying power stirred up layers of ripples in space, and the holy power on Ayleshi's body became increasingly faint. Only when the power of faith was exhausted would there be a conclusion to this battle.
The representatives of the major factions watched with great interest. Dragon Granny Jia Nan Ye, who bemoaned the state of the universe and pitied the fate of mankind, shook his head slightly and said, "Only cultivating techniques and not cultivating the body is ultimately not the great path. Ayleshi is going to lose."
"Jia Nan Ye, with your draconic elephant power, can you block that Vajra King's storm-like attacks?"
Myanmar and Ancient Thailand shared a common border. Blood Curse Master Dua and Jia Nan Ye had always been familiar with each other. When he heard Jia Nan Ye's words, he opened his triangular eyes and asked sinisterly.
"I might not be his match in terms of physical strength, but if I go all out, he will definitely not be my match."
Jia Nan Ye said confidently.
"Hehe, Ayleshi, that fool. We are Warlocks, so we naturally have to put some distance between us. If I were to fight against the Vajra King, he would definitely lose!"
Witch Meisha rolled her eyes and said disdainfully.
"I don't think so. The Vajra King has yet to show his true strength. If the old witch goes up, she will just be throwing her life away!"
Indian Sacred Flame Sect's Elder Kunal, who had never been on good terms with the witches, said sarcastically.
"Kunal, don't talk nonsense from the side. If you have the ability, then fight me!"
Melissa looked at Kunal with a dark gaze and provoked him.
"Let's fight. Do you think I'm afraid of an old witch like you?"
Kunal glared at her, unwilling to be outdone.
"Alright, alright. Were the two of you enemies in your previous life? We have serious matters to attend to today, so don't cause trouble here. "
Egyptian Pharaoh Abu Sindo mediated in the middle, giving both sides a way out.
"Ayleshi is not so easy to defeat. What I hate the most isn't their strength, but their holy weapons. They are too disgusting."
Countess Vanessa of the Ghost Moon Tribe and Count Graner of the Snow Wolf Tribe were both affiliated with the Dark Parliament. Their fighting style against the Vatican's clergy was far more rich than the others.
Sure enough, as soon as they finished speaking, the situation on the battlefield changed.
At that moment, the holy power on Ayleshi's body was on the verge of collapse, and it could be extinguished at any time. Just when the Vajra King thought that victory was already set in stone, Ayleshi, who had been beaten into a corner, roared angrily, "Damn heretic, you forced me to do this. God said, let there be light!"
As he roared, a terrifying aura rose around him, and a blinding white light forced the Vajra King back. His eyes turned red, and tears flowed in the wind as if he was being burned.
Ayleshi held a scepter that was engraved with thorny flowers and emitted a pure white holy light. He flew into the sky like a god, and the blinding light illuminated the entire land like a second sun.
"Glorious Scepter? One of the seven holy weapons of the Holy Church. Didn't they say that only the Pope could use this scepter? Why is it in his hands? "
Witch Meisha backed off in fear and shouted in disbelief.
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