Father Mavie

Chapter 391 Anatole (please subscribe!!!)
The blue mist permeated the battlefield, ordinary soldiers were not affected, but they could not see clearly ahead, but for the monks assembled by the Wisdom God Cult.
The appearance of water mist put them in a dangerous situation where they could hardly move.

The water mist, led by Ma Wei and assisted by 300 monks, firmly suppressed the monks of the God of Wisdom. The power given to them by Anatole, the God of Wisdom, was bound in the body, as if being crushed by a 200-jin rich woman. The man under him couldn't move.

The monks panicked all of a sudden. Since Anatole bestowed the gift, they had never experienced a situation where they could not use magic. They were used to using magic to solve their difficulties, and they were at a loss for a while, not knowing what to do.

"Don't panic!!!"

On the high platform, Archbishop Henry let out a roar, stared at Mavie Enders in the distance, and said through gritted teeth: "They have tried their best! There is no energy left to cast other magic!"

"grandfather."

"What's up?!"

Archbishop Henry turned his head sharply, his eyes were red, and his irritable and impatient tone scared Constance to grab the hem of her skirt, and said falteringly: "Grandpa, although the Church of Truth used all its power to activate the water mist magic, but... but"

"But what?" Archbishop Henry, who realized that his emotions were on the verge of losing control, took a few deep breaths, tried to calm himself down, and said softly: "Your Highness, if you have any questions, you can speak them out directly, don't be afraid."

"Oh." Constance nodded: "I want to say that although the Church of Truth can't use other magic, they still have blood!"

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Archbishop Henry twitched his cheeks, and looked back at the rebel position, where
Sure enough, many figures flew up.

And the leader is none other than Edward!

Water mist magic can have the same effect on blood clans. Now Junia has surpassed Edward in strength. She can suppress all blood clan members and make them unable to use magic, but the crux of the problem is
Bloodlines are not human.

In addition to magic, what they are proud of is their extraordinary bodies, which are their innate power.

Even if they are suppressed by water mist, they can still tear through the Royal Army's line with their powerful bodies!
From the very beginning, Ma Wei never thought of a fair confrontation with the Wisdom God Cult. This is a war, not a duel.

In order to win, the most cruel and bloody part of the war is to do everything possible!

Looking at the members of the blood clan flying towards him, Archbishop Henry said quietly: "Constance, it's your turn to act. Let the great Anatole come down! The brilliance of wisdom will burn all insects that try to plot rebellion!"

"Yes, Grandpa." Constance said in a crisp voice.

As a saint, her mission is to provide a medium for the arrival of Anatole, the god of wisdom. Not everyone can become a saint. Only a girl with a pure soul and strong soul power can become a candidate for a saint. people.

Constance closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, pressed her eyebrows together, and lowered her head reverently.

"Let the suffering and difficulties disappear, the god of wisdom.
He is like soft bread and delicious wine on the table,
bring us hope and courage
We follow His will and send wisdom to the world
He is as warm as the sun and as moist as the rain.
He is the God of Wisdom.
He is Anatole.
What we believe in, the great existence."

Amidst the low voice of singing, golden ripples appeared in Constance's clear eyes like a clear pool. As the singing continued, the golden light became stronger and stronger. Her body was coated with a layer of holy silver light. The silk thread flew out from between her eyebrows and floated towards the sky.

The violent wind that raged on the battlefield gradually subsided.

The turquoise mist became faint and thin, and no longer drifted away.

A deadly silence enveloped the battlefield, and the soldiers stopped and looked up at the towering blue sky, where...
Something is approaching quickly.

On the high platform, behind Constance, a blurry shadow appeared, and as she chanted, the shadow gradually became clear, outlining the outline of the man.

The moment the phantom appeared, Archbishop Henry and the monks of the Wisdom Cult knelt down on one knee, put their fingers between their eyebrows, and lowered their heads deeply.

The phantom stared at Constance who kept praying, and seemed to feel her pious call, and slowly stretched out her hand, placing it on top of Constance's head.

"not good!"

Realizing that the situation was wrong, Edward turned into a black shadow and charged at the fastest speed, grabbing Constance's throat with his palm, trying to interrupt her singing.

The pupils of the eyes opened instantly, shining with a fiery golden glow, this time they were no longer empty. Constance looked at Edward who was flying towards him, and looked away after only one glance, and turned to look into the distance where she was riding with her father. Junia on a fine horse.

Watching calmly, blocked by Edward's figure, Constance frowned, and looked at Edward who was holding her neck again, her gaze was indifferent.

Edward wanted to break her neck, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake Constance.

"Bloodlines."

Constance No, it should be Anatole, who saw through Edward's identity at a glance, "Are you here to seek revenge?"

Edward froze for a moment, before he could speak, Anatole raised his palm and pressed down on its chest: "You are still as arrogant as before."

Click!

The sound of joints breaking came from Edward's chest, and Anatole's palm was deeply embedded in Edward's left chest, blood gushed out, and Anatole grabbed nothing.

"So you don't have a heart." Anatole whispered, "Where did your heart go?"

Edward spat out a mouthful of blood and glared at Anatole's eyes. The golden pupils were as bright as gas lamps, as if something like fire was burning.

Anatole, giving it an extremely familiar feeling, just like facing the goddess of health Wilde.
In front of its eyes appeared golden arrows all over the sky again, flames were blazing on the collapsed ruins, and the mournful cries of women rang in its ears.
The blue mist shrouded around him suddenly dissipated, and the dead power began to surge again. Ma Wei lifted the water mist magic, and Anatole had already descended with the help of Constance, and the water mist could not affect him.

This also proves
The current Junia is not yet Anatole's opponent.

Even if Anatole is just a ray of God's will.

Edward, who had regained his strength, grabbed Anatole's arm embedded in his chest, parted the corner of his mouth, and showed an excited and ferocious smile, "I've got you."

Just when Anatole was a little confused, behind Edward, a transparent crystal coffin suddenly appeared, and the lid opened, swallowing him and Edward together.

click.

The coffin lid was closed again, and the transparent coffin body was quickly painted with a layer of crimson, as if red ink dripped into the water, lingering.

The red color covering the crystal coffin became deeper and deeper, trembling violently, like a pot of boiling water, steaming and rolling.

Seeing this scene, Archbishop Henry slowly changed his face, raised his scepter, and was just about to cast magic, when suddenly, the crystal coffin lid exploded, Edward and the crystal coffin flew upside down, smashing a big hole in the ground .

Constance stood in mid-air, her face expressionless, a golden spot of light shone between her brows, as if breathing, overlapping light and dark, but her clothes were a little messy.

boom! ! !
Edward flew out from the deep pit, waving his arms, and the blood of the soldiers who died on the battlefield poured into its body in rivers and streams, and the blood book reappeared, and the heavy pages began to jump and turn.

"Dad, don't we go help?"

Under the city of Tver, Junia asked in a low voice.

"Edward knows what he's doing." Ma Wei held the rein and said in a deep voice, "It's buying us time and consuming Anatole's strength at the same time."

"To gain time?"

"Yes, time." Ma Wei turned his head to look at the rolling mountains in the east: "Our believers are increasing rapidly. Every second, many people will believe in the truth. The current patient waiting is for the future outbreak."

"What's more."

"This is a duel that belongs to Edward. As the lord of the blood clan, it wants to avenge the clan that was once destroyed by the apocalypse gods. We should not intervene."

Junia thought for a while and said, "Is it like the duel between Fat Orange and the God of Rats in Antova Village?"

"No." Ma Wei shook his head slowly: "Edward's hatred is the hatred of the extermination of the clan. Its clan is extinct. Even if it loses its memory, it still remembers the pain that is deep in its bones. Only by killing the enemy can the hatred be quelled." .”

"Then, what if Edward can't defeat Anatole!"

"Don't worry, when Edward loses. It's your moment to ascend to God!"

(End of this chapter)