Father Mavie

Chapter 392 Galaxy, Assassination (please subscribe!!!)
The majestic pool of blood hovered above Edward's head, forming a scarlet ocean. The churning blood surged like a sea tide, blocking the sunlight.

In the sea of ​​blood, not only the blood of the dead soldiers, but also Edward's own power, it has become stronger again, stronger than when he just woke up.

Blood rained down from the sky, and the bloody red water droplets slapped on the soldiers' faces, evaporated in an instant, turned into a thin red mist and merged into the bloody ocean across the sky again, and the cycle went on and on.

From the very beginning, Edward tried his best. It released all its strength. The long black hair flew into the sea of ​​blood, sucking blood like a leech. The nails and teeth became long and sharp, and the bones creaked. The body size began to swell and grow, and the bone wings also became larger, and every time it flapped, it would set off violent madness.

This is the first time Mavie has seen Edward's body structure change, and now it
Like an evil ghost returning from hell, it is hideous and terrifying, with hatred in its eyes.

"It's ugly"

Anatole, who occupied Constance's body, stared at Edward above his head: "You finally tore off the elegant disguise and revealed your true face. Just like before, the evil spirit is full of disgusting smell."

"Lord God, won't you stop it?" Archbishop Henry asked cautiously, "Its power is increasing rapidly, and now is the best time to make a move."

"Henry."

In Archbishop Henry's flattered expression, Anatole called out his name: "Of course I can stop it, but why should I stop it?"

"Because." Archbishop Henry hesitated to speak.

Of course he believed in Anatole's power and believed that Anatole could defeat Edward, but in the final analysis, their goal was not the blood clan, but the Church of Truth.

Allowing the enemy to consume one's strength for no reason is not wisdom, but stupidity.

unless
Anatole had his reasons.

"It is indeed powerful. After all, it is a race created by the ancient gods, and it should be powerful." Anatole said softly: "However, today's blood races have long since lost their previous huge races, and they cannot be obtained by devouring their own kind. Explosive power, and now all you see is its bluff."

"Just like a mask, no matter what label you put on yourself, what kind of existence you pretend to be, you are you, the humbleness in your bones cannot be changed, you can never become what you pretend to be, a false appearance, just Just kidding yourself."

"You mean, Edward is acting as a deterrent?"

"It's not wrong to explain it this way. It is far worse than it was then." Anatole narrowed his eyes: "It has lost the devil's heart bestowed by the ancient gods, which should have been the source of its power. If It has the heart of a devil, and I can't win with just a sliver of my will, but it turns out that it has become extremely weak after sleeping for 2000 years, as weak as a weed on the ground. If you step on it, you will sink completely.”

This is beyond the imagination of Archbishop Henry. His understanding of the gods is limited to the descriptions in ancient books, and he has never experienced them himself. After so long, the human beings who have seen the gods with their own eyes have already become dead bones in the tomb.

As for the devil's heart, he has never heard of it, and there is no corresponding record in the ancient books, but from Anatole's description, it is not difficult to hear that the devil's heart is an extremely powerful 'gift'.

The 'Gift' of the Old Gods.

Archbishop Henry licked his dry lips and asked expectantly: "Since it is not your opponent, why don't you deal with it quickly and deal with the Church of Truth?"

Anatole turned his head, cast his gaze, and looked at Archbishop Henry indifferently.

"Please don't misunderstand that I have absolutely no intention of dominating you!" Archbishop Henry knelt down on one knee and said with trepidation, "I'm just afraid that something will change if it's too late. The Church of Truth is developing so fast that I can't sleep or eat."

Anatole showed a gentle smile on his face: "Don't be afraid, I can feel your fiery loyalty like fire, stand up, loyal believers don't need to kneel to me."

"Yes"

"Edward is just a bait thrown by the Church of Truth. I can solve it quickly, but it is still a long time before the predicted time. Nereida's prophecy will not go wrong. Going against the prophet, whether it is a man or a god, will be punished by fate."

"You also believe in fate?" Archbishop Henry was a little at a loss.

"When fate is in our favour. Yes, I am willing to believe in fate and follow the prophesied trajectory."

During the conversation, Edward completed his transformation. He stared coldly at the tiny Anatole, and opened the Blood Clan Secret Tome.

"Scarlet Hell."

The sea of ​​blood surging in the sky suddenly calmed down without any waves, but in the next second, a pair of red arms protruded out of the sea of ​​blood, and a monster that was completely red and made of sea of ​​blood crawled out, followed by another Only, one.
Countless monsters crawled out of the sea of ​​blood, clinging to the surface of the sea of ​​blood, their huge heads turned strangely, and wings grew from their backs, flying up one after another.

Edward waved his arm, and the monsters swarmed up, opened their bloody mouths, and bit Anatole's body.

The spot between the eyebrows suddenly brightened, and circles of golden light waves spread out, hitting the monsters, and the monsters instantly turned into a blood mist, but in the blink of an eye, the blood mist recondensed, and the monster reappeared!

And the spreading blood mist also touched Anatole's body, with a 'chi' sound, black spots appeared on the white and slender arms, and the blood mist penetrated into the skin, like tarsal maggots , devouring flesh and blood.
Anatole frowned slightly, as if he heard the painful scream of Constance's soul in his body, he immediately took a step back and said softly, "Xinghe."

Whoa!
In the sky above the sea of ​​blood, the stars suddenly lit up. A long river of starlight passed through the sea of ​​blood and surrounded Anatole's body. Every star seemed to shrink in half, rotating in the river of stars, shining brightly .

The blood mist came into contact with the galaxy, and there was a sizzling corrosion sound. Anatole plunged his injured arm into the galaxy, grabbed a star, and crushed it vigorously.

Clap!

The cracking sound resounded in the depths of the soul, Edward raised his head, his eyes penetrated the sea of ​​blood, and looked at the starry sky.

There
Stars shattered and turned into meteorites wrapped in flames, falling rapidly.

The sight of the soldiers was blocked by the sea of ​​blood, and they didn't know what happened. However, in places not covered by the sea of ​​blood, such as the rebel army under the city of Tver, they clearly observed the meteorite falling from the sky, and they panicked instantly.

The fragments of the stars, tearing through the clouds and mist, swept along with the strong flames, and the sky and the earth were dimmed. The soldiers uttered terrified screams and kept retreating.

"Boss!!!"

Amid the loud shouts, Levin threw out the Siren's Tears, Ma Wei grabbed it and poured in a huge amount of magic power.

The ground was undulating and uplifted, as if it had life, and a thick earth wall rose up, like a shocking wave, rushing towards the meteorite falling in the sky.

boom! ! !
When the meteorite came into contact with the earth wall, the dazzling brilliance flashed away. After a brief silence, it exploded with a bang, exploding a sea of ​​flames in midair, and the earth wall facing the meteorite collapsed in an instant. The earth as heavy as a thousand tons was mixed with burning meteorite The debris fell to the ground, only to be stopped by another raised earth wall.

Ma Wei breathed a sigh of relief and was about to remove the earthen wall.
boom!
Behind him, there was a gunshot.

a bullet.
hit him in the shoulder.

"teacher!!!"

"Boss!!!"

The sudden change was beyond everyone's expectations. Whether it was Levin or Daniel, their attention was focused on the meteorite falling from the sky. If the meteorite could not be blocked, then both the Kingdom Army and the Rebel Army would turn into dust and dissipate in ambush. The assassin in the army seized the moment when everyone was distracted and pulled the trigger.

Blood gushed out from the wound, dripping down. Ma Wei glanced at the shot shoulder, raised his hand to signal Levin and Daniel to calm down, turned his head, and looked behind him.

There, a soldier lay in a pool of blood, the revolver in his hand still emitting acrid smoke.

His neck was cut by something sharp, and the fat orange circled around the soldier, with blood remaining on his right front paw.

How could an assassin who was not moved by the meteorite miss it?

The moment Ma Wei realized that the assassin had been shot in the shoulder, Ma Wei knew that the assassin had failed, and the opponent had only one shot, and Fat Ju, who was hiding in the crowd,
He wasn't even given time to aim.

Katerina glanced at the uniforms worn by the soldiers: "It's the artillerymen, it should be Ruolukin's subordinates, and the God of Wisdom has indeed penetrated into the priest, how are you?"

"I am fine."

Ma Wei patted Junia's arm, told her that he was fine, and immediately said: "Remove all the artillery, and investigate slowly. The real problem is not me, but"

whirring whirring
The heavy breath hit the back of the neck, Ma Wei's body tensed up, and he turned his head slowly. He met a pair of golden eyes.

Anatole!

(End of this chapter)