Father Mavie

Chapter 783 Allah (two in one, please subscribe!!!)
Two hours ago, at midnight.

At night, the city of Jerusalem is lit up with dots of lights, like a bunch of brocades in the vast sea of ​​sand. A 'caravan' is stationed in the sandy area south of the city.

The bearded man was sitting on the blanket, with wine in his left hand and dried bacon in his right hand. He was eating a mouthful of wine and a mouthful of meat with a gloomy expression. A broken index finger hung around his neck, like a limb of a mummy.

The index finger of his left hand hurts, and the wound has not completely healed. He can only hold the knife with his right hand. Fortunately, his dominant hand is his right hand, so he will not become a cripple.

The harm that woman caused him will never be forgotten in his life. He must take revenge!

"Mr. Simon, when will we take action?"

After finishing the dried meat in his hand, the bearded man asked the figure standing in the middle of the sand in front, always looking at Jerusalem: "I can't wait any longer!"

"almost."

The cloaked and turbaned figure also known as Mr. Simon made a slightly deeper voice: "They are about to find the entrance to the ancient holy land. What we have to do is wait."

Following them all the way, Ma Wei and others entered Jerusalem during the day, and the Templars also pursued them. Bearded originally wanted to go into the city to rest, after all, there was a wasteland outside the city, and the living conditions were not good.
Mr. Simon asked them to wait outside the city, not wanting to enter the city, as if he was afraid of someone in the city.

It doesn't matter if you don't go to the city. The bearded man is a man who takes things easy. Anyone who is a bandit must have this kind of consciousness. It is normal to eat and sleep in the open air. Where can I eat well and drink spicy food all the time?
As long as you can take revenge, this little bit of suffering is not bitter at all!
According to Mr. Simon's instructions, this time they were waiting for a big fortune!Once it is done, you will have no worries about food and drink for ten lifetimes, and even the gentlemen in Baghdad will respect them!

What Mr. Simon said is God's will. Big Beard has always thought so. Five years ago, he was still a young bandit who almost died at the hands of the Templars. Because he met Mr. Simon, under his guidance, he walked step by step. today.
The bearded man glanced at the hundreds of brothers behind him and motioned for them to continue waiting, but Mr. Simon turned around and said, "Did you just summon these people?"

"I have already sent invitations to the other sand bandits." The bearded man scratched the lice on his body and said, "They should be on their way, and I'm not sure when they will arrive."

Mr. Simon said that this wealth was too big for hundreds of people to eat, so he had to call in more people. Big Beard was convinced of this, and immediately sent messages to several other groups of sand bandits with whom he was friends, inviting them. They met outside the city of Jerusalem. Three days had passed and they still hadn't arrived.

"Mr. Simon, if you can catch that woman, can you hand her over to me?"

"What do you want her to do?"

"I'm going to chop her up bit by bit!" The bearded man pulled out the dagger and said with a ferocious expression: "If she dares to cut off my fingers, I'm going to cut her into a human being and fuck her!"

Mr. Simon didn't seem to care about the bearded man's hatred: "Okay, if I can catch her, it doesn't matter if I leave her to you. She's not important."

"Thank you Mr. Simon!"

Looking up at the sky, Mr. Simon suddenly became angry: "Where are the others? Why haven't they come yet?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dust started to rise at the end of the sand in the distance. A group of hundreds of sand bandits rushed over on horseback, and not long after, another bandit and another bandit came.
In less than an hour, two to three thousand people gathered on this sandy land, all of them covered their faces with scarves and holding scimitars. They were all fierce bandits licking blood from the tips of their swords.

"Haha! Mr. Simon, they are here!" The bearded man said with a smile: "Are these people enough?"

The gaze from under the cloak swept across the bandits. After a while, Mr. Simon chuckled: "Absolutely."

"Wissam! You called us to Jerusalem and said there was great wealth. Where is it!"

A strapping bandit leader got off his horse, came to the bearded man, and asked, "Don't touch ours!"

"Mr. Simon said there is great wealth, that means there is great wealth!" The bearded man sneered: "If you don't want to, you don't have to come! Take your people and leave now!"

Seeing that the bearded man was so confident, the bandit leader changed his eyes a few times, laughed a few times, stepped forward and put his arm around the bearded man's shoulders and said, "Wissam, you're making a big deal! We were all dead back then. Brothers who escaped! If there is something good, of course we must share it together! I believe in Mr. Simon as much as you do! What kind of treasure is it?"

"You have to ask Mr. Simon!"

Mr. Simon, who was asked, had no intention of paying attention to them. He kept staring at Jerusalem. When the bearded man kept asking questions, he said impatiently: "That is a crystal more precious than gold! It is a treasure of the ancient holy city! Only certain They have arrived in Jerusalem!"

When they heard that it was a crystal that was more precious than gold, the bandits were immediately eager to try: "When will we do it? Where is the treasure?"

"Come on, come on."

While dealing with the bandits behind him, Mr. Simon kept mumbling something, becoming increasingly excited and his body trembling.

The bearded man, who felt a little weird, walked up to him and asked cautiously: "Mr. Simon?"

The answer was a murmur, like some ancient spell or text. The bearded man couldn't understand it, but there was a surge of fear in his heart. He patted Mr. Simon on the shoulder. Mr. Simon turned around sharply, just as the dark clouds left. Go, under the moonlight.
A red-eyed snake head appeared in front of the bearded man.

"Ahhh!!!"

The bearded man was so frightened that his heart stopped. He fell to the ground and kept retreating. The other bandits rushed over to help him and asked strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

"Weird. Monster! Not a demon! A demon!"

"The Holy Land has been opened."

Mr. Simon turned around, spit out the letter, and said to the bandits: "I have raised you for five years. You should have died five years ago. I saved you. Your life belongs to me. Now... The time has come again!”

The calm sand suddenly began to flow, sucking the legs of the bandits in. The horses' neighing and frightened screams filled the sky. The bearded man looked at Mr. Simon blankly. He was the only one who was not sucked. The sand bandits who entered the quicksand were completely sluggish.

Ignoring the sand bandit who was gradually being swallowed by the quicksand, Mr. Simon lowered his head, stretched out a thin red snake letter, swept it across the bearded cheek, and asked softly: "Wissam, are you afraid of death?"

The bearded man's body trembled, but before the screams of his companions were far away, he nodded almost with all his strength.

"You are a good servant"

Mr. Simon said quietly: "Dedicate your soul to serve the great God forever, and He will grant you eternal life. Are you willing?"

"I do! I do!"

"Very good." A snake tail flew out from under the robe like lightning, stabbed straight into the bearded chest, squirmed, and pulled out a bright red heart that was still beating.

After losing his heart, Big Beard did not die. The wound on his chest healed quickly. Apart from the initial pain, he didn't feel much except for a sense of numbness, as if he had lost something.

Looking at his heart, the bearded man suddenly lost his fear. He also lost his fear of death. This feeling was wonderful, like being reborn.

"From now on, you are my servant."

Mr. Simon swallowed the heart and said to the bearded man.

"Yes Yes."

"Call me master."

"Yes, Master."

The bearded man nodded and quietly held the scimitar at his waist. After losing his fear, other emotions came up, including anger at the woman who cut off his finger, and dissatisfaction after being framed.
Noticing his little move, Mr. Simon sneered: "I can take away your life at any time, and even control your soul. The reason why I don't do this is not because I can't do it, but because I am kind to you."

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"You can pull out a knife and resist me. You only have one chance."

After hesitating for a moment, the bearded man loosened his grip on the handle of the knife, lowered his head deeply, and completely surrendered to the cloaked monster in front of him.

The sand around him surged up, and a green cow came out. Looking at Jerusalem not far away, it paved its hooves angrily and said: "Butis, they have entered the ancient holy land, why are you still dawdling!"

"It took some time."

At this moment, the last bandit was caught in the quicksand, and bright red blood came out, forming a pool of blood in the blink of an eye.

The snake's tail was inserted into the pool of blood and stirred. After confirming that the concentration was correct, Botis straightened up and began to chant in a low voice.

As it sang, wisps of red blood rose from the blood pool and floated toward the sky. At the same time, strong winds suddenly blew around, and dark clouds gathered over Jerusalem.

In the Old City, in the Quranic Church, a majestic-looking statue with a long beard felt something strange in the sky over Jerusalem. He opened his eyes, looked up at the roof, and fell into deep thought.

"Allah! Allah!"

A white-robed believer prostrates himself at the foot of the statue, shouting at the top of his lungs, begging Allah for mercy, but Allah has no time to pay attention to him. He has been turning into a statue to enjoy worship here for a long time, and will only be revealed when necessary. True body, but now.
This is the moment He must show up.

Taking a step, the stone statue immediately swelled, broke through the roof, and continued to grow until it was as high as the sky. The believers in Jerusalem looked at the sudden appearance of the gods, and fell to their knees in fear, and kept reciting the teachings.
Allah left Jerusalem. His feet were as big as half the city, and his body was as high as a giant peak. Everything still retained the characteristics of a stone statue. He discovered the Butis and the Green Bull who were worshiping outside the city. Together, lift your feet and step down hard!
The soles of the feet that covered the sky and the moon fell from the sky like divine punishment. The green bulls let out a "moo" sound, and their bodies expanded accordingly, becoming as big as a small mountain. They struggled to hit the soles of Allah's stepped feet.
boom! ! !
The horns and the soles of the feet collided firmly, making a loud noise. Even though the green bull Saigon had used all its strength, it was still difficult to withstand Allah's blow, but its efforts bought Botis precious time.

The sacrifice is completed.

Amidst the sweeping dark clouds, a huge black door slowly emerged. After completing the sacrificial ceremony, Butis rolled up his beard and went into the desert with Qing Niu Sai. They escaped Allah's attack and emerged from the distance again. .

Staring at the Devil's Gate that appeared, a trace of solemnity appeared on the expressionless stone statue's face. Without too much hesitation, Allah raised his fist as big as a mountain and punched it towards the Devil's Gate. Accompanied by a harsh sonic boom, The fist hit the Devil's Gate instantly, and there was only a loud noise. The stone fist shattered, but the Devil's Gate did not move at all!
Click!

The sound of loosening rang in the ears, and a ruby ​​fell from the door frame. Allah stretched out his other hand to grab it, trying to crush the ruby ​​before it fell to the ground. The green bull Saito appeared again, blocking it with his horns for a moment. Botis took the opportunity to steal the ruby.

The gem shattered, red liquid flowed out, and a crow also leaked out. It climbed up with difficulty, moved its body that had not moved two years ago, greedily absorbed the red liquid flowing out of the gem, and its body expanded rapidly. He didn't stop until he was more than one person tall.

"Stolas!"

When Botis called the name of the crow, countless red-eyed crows appeared in the sky. They flew against the wind, flapped their wings, and circled in the sky, as if to celebrate the return of their master.

The crow named Stolas fluttered its wings, rushed to the statue, pecked out the eyes of the stone statue with its sharp beak, and rescued the Green Ox Saigon.

As Storas returned, more and more demons appeared in the sand. They stood around and looked at Stolas flying wantonly, both as a congratulation and as a memory.

The stone statue began to shrink. The stone statue that was originally as high as the sky turned into a naked man with a long beard. He looked gloomy and looked at the many demons sitting cross-legged. His left hand extended his index finger to point to the sky, his right hand drew a circle in front of him, and his lips wriggled. , a stream of light quickly wrote obscure words in front of him.

"Rune text!"

Seeing Allah's movements, Botis's pupils shrank and he cried out: "He actually learned the magic of Odin's god system!"

Two H-like symbols formed in the air. Allah opened his eyes and whispered softly:
"water."

As the sound fell, countless water droplets condensed from the air, quickly gathered into an ocean, poured in, and rushed toward the demons with the force of drowning everything.

Stolas flying in the sky was swallowed up by the current. It was not ordinary water, but a conscious weapon controlled by Allah. It could be driven like an arm and was difficult to break free. As long as there was a slight gap, it would burrow crazily into the body. , and will not stop until it is torn into pieces.

"Get close to me!"

The handsome-faced Flush raised his arm, and the gold ring on his middle finger burst out with light. The light enveloped him and the demons around him, making his figure illusory, and the flood swept through them, passing through their bodies. Like passing through air.

Compared to Flush and other demons, Stolas was not so lucky. The water penetrated its body along its nostrils, throat, and even its eyes, ears, back yard, pores and other places that could penetrate. Cutting and squeezing like a sharp blade, Stolas's body continued to expand, his eyeballs bulged, and finally exploded into a ball of blood mist with a loud bang.

"It's dead."

I don't know which demon laughed, and the laughter was mixed with sarcasm and ridicule.

It was as if the dead ones were not their companions.

(End of this chapter)