Father Mavie

Chapter 266 Judging the Holy Sword (Please Subscribe!!!)
Dazzling light enveloped Adolf's world, and endless waves of light swept over, overturning countless soldiers.

Pope Doppler II raised his scepter, and just by raising the scepter, he exuded a frightening power.

He was bathed in the golden holy light, held up his scepter, and his whispers resounded through the earth, and everyone could clearly hear his prayers.

"In the name of God, I wield the Holy Sword of Judgment and send judgment on all disobedient ones!"

"His name is ancient and eternal, he is the embodiment of power and order, he is the guardian of the demon gate, and he is the god of judgment Seokula!"

A gust of wind blew up, and the golden light waves swept away, spreading to the distance in circles. Wherever it passed, trees fell and people turned upside down.

The dark clouds gathered again, and a pair of dark golden eyes appeared in the sky, cold and emotionless, like a god spying on the world, and the majestic aura made everyone breathless.

The gold-embroidered white robe fluttered and danced. Pope Doppler II stood in the center of the storm, his eyes were indifferent, and the scepter in his hand pointed at Onufri, Ralph and the others.

A pitch-black prison suddenly rose from the ground, surrounding Onufri and others, and then, a phantom of a trial court appeared in the midair, filled with gray mist, and countless dark figures whose faces could not be seen clearly sat on the high platform , cast eyes from all directions to the prison in the middle, they are silent, they are silent, without a trace of life.

"Guilty." Pope Doppler II said softly.

"guilty."

"guilty."

"guilty."

The voices that pierced through the head came and went, and the black shadows on the high platform raised their gavels in the gray mist one after another, and struck them heavily.

"Crime Trial, Iron Maiden."

Pope Doppler II waved his scepter, and two-meter-high pot-shaped iron objects appeared out of thin air, appearing behind every soldier in the prison, and opened from them, like a woman wrapped in a cloak, facing the freezing cold. The dead traveler opened his heart.

but
Inside the cloak is not a warm and soft chest, but sharp barbs.

A powerful suction force emanated from Iron Maiden's body, dragging the soldiers who wanted to escape into the torture device one by one, and the barbed iron door closed with a loud scream.
A line of blood and tears flowed from the corner of the woman's eyes.

The saber was deeply inserted into the ground, and Onufri tried his best to resist the huge suction force coming from behind. At the same time, he looked up at Pope Doppler II, who was bathed in the holy light, and the other party was also staring at him, with their eyes facing each other.

Gradually, Onufri couldn't hold on any longer. He grinned at Pope Doppler II and let out a wild laugh: "The light shines on Romanov!!!"

The palm of the hand let go of the knife handle, Onufri was sucked into the Iron Maiden's body, and the iron door began to close, but at this moment.
A hand suddenly grabbed the door that was about to close.

The huge bone wings vibrated in the prison, and the long black hair hung behind him like a waterfall. Edward held the bloody Ralph in one hand, grabbed the door with the other, and said to the shocked Onufri inside: "Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm late."

click.
There was a tooth-piercing twisting sound, and the iron lady's hard door was broken by Edward!

It grabbed Onufri, flung them out of the area covered by the prison, then twisted its neck, and strode towards Pope Doppler II. Its golden pupils, shining like a sun, were extraordinarily bright under the night.

Pupils shrank slightly, and Pope Doppler II raised his scepter again: "Judgment!"

"guilty."

"guilty."

"guilty."

"Sacred Demon Slaying Flame!"

The cyan fire swept across the prison, swimming like a dragon and snake, devouring Edward's figure.

Before Pope Doppler II could heave a sigh of relief, Edward broke through the shackles of the flames and jumped into the sky. The blood on the ground was sucked into his body by it, and the skin burned by the blue flames quickly healed.

"Judgment! Judgment!"

Pope Doppler II's face changed drastically, and he waved his scepter before the black shadow in the gray mist ordered the crime, and shouted sharply: "The Holy Sword of Judgment!!!"

The black shadows in the gray mist lowered their heads, like devout martyrs, wisps of golden light flew out from their heads, and condensed into an illusory golden sword in front of Pope Doppler II.

"Judgment!"

This time, Pope Doppler II issued a heresy interrogation on himself, but the shadows who summoned the Holy Sword of Judgment did not respond, they were as quiet as dead.

"Not guilty!"

Pope Doppler II exclaimed: "Saints!"

The golden light surrounding him quickly condensed and turned into a set of ancient armor, which was worn on the body of Pope Doppler II. Then, he held the Holy Sword of Judgment lying in front of him, and the blade made a 'buzz' sound Qingming, Jinguang Dasheng!

Standing high in the sky, Edward looked down at Pope Doppler II, who was wearing the armor of a saint and holding the Holy Sword of Judgment, and sneered, "Are you worthy of judging me?"

With a swipe of the palm in front of him, the blood clan secret book quietly emerged, and the pages of the book moved without wind, revealing a line of ancient text.

"Blood moon."

A red light pierced the dark clouds, and the bloody red full moon descended, reflecting the earth as deep red as blood.

Under the radiance of the bloody moonlight, Edward let out a comfortable moan, his joints creaked, and his bone wings became bigger and bigger.

Pope Doppler II waved the holy sword, and slashed an arc of light waves horizontally, and slashed towards Edward like lightning. Behind Shi, he grabbed his neck.

Boom!
As soon as the palm touched the body, the saint's armor gave out a resisting vibration and forcibly bounced off Edward's body. Pope Doppler II turned around immediately, and cut Edward in half with the holy sword!
The broken body turned into countless bats, and retreated a distance to re-condense. Edward narrowed his eyes and looked at the armor on Pope Doppler II thoughtfully.

It felt the breath of the gods on it.

Where does the breath come from?

Edward looked up at the pair of dark golden eyes in the sky, as if he understood something.

"So this is the source of your strength"

In the face of Pope Doppler II's sudden change, Edward turned into a phantom, rushed straight to the dark golden eyes, and punched: "Go back!"

Click!

A crack appeared on the pupil of the eye, and then, the crack spread rapidly, and finally accompanied by an unwilling roar, the golden eyes were torn apart, turning into countless brilliance and scattered on the ground.

At the moment when the golden eyes were shattered, Pope Doppler II's saintly armor and the Holy Sword of Judgment suddenly dimmed a lot. Although they did not collapse, they were no longer as holy as before.

"Now."

Edward turned around and looked at the terrified Pope Doppler II with a smile: "We can have a fair fight."

(End of this chapter)