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Chapter 254 The Pope’s Flexible Declaration

Russell was a little strange.

Why did these blond strangers just stand there instead of attacking him as soon as they came up?

"He is a heretic! He is a twisted evil thing!" Still some believers roared and rushed out of the team, with various runes and white halos of light emerging from their bodies.

"You unsteady ones, watch how we tear off his disguise!"

This is normal.

Russell raised his right hand and spread his fingers.

The believers who ran out suddenly had their feet off the ground, and their running legs threw off their shoes, which fell to the ground with a bang.

Otsutsuki Hagoromo's pupils shrank and his fists clenched.

All things are attracted by heaven! ?

Hagoromo almost thought this was the pupil technique of the Samsara Eye.

However, Russell's eyes are different from the Samsara Eye.

However, this kind of fluctuation is indeed very similar to pure pupil power...

Otsutsuki Hagoromo was confused.

The believers who were screaming in the air angrily threw down their weapons, trying to interrupt Russell's spellcasting.

However, what made them despair was that the weapons they threw were also frozen in mid-air.

Space magic! ?

The cardinal who stayed where he was was sensing it carefully, but he didn't feel any magic fluctuations.

It's like the people and weapons suspended in the air are bound by a rule.

Is it a new superpower?

The cardinal looked at the knight next to him, and then calmly retreated into the crowd.

Such a powerful ability should have great limitations.

For example - distance.

As long as you don't get close, you won't be restrained. When the time comes, you can use long-range attacks to win——

Russell glanced at them and raised his left hand.

Go up!

The cardinal's eyes widened in disbelief.

He and the people around him were also pulled into the sky.

No matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.

The magical incantation silently recited in his heart could no longer allow him to communicate with the Lord of Heaven.

He became an ordinary person.

The cardinal can only put his hope in cultivating the physical body of the cavalry - well...

The great knight's face was red, as if he was fighting constipation.

The cardinal couldn't see his outward fighting spirit at all.

The strength of the Grand Knight's fighting spirit cannot be completely sealed unless the Pope personally takes action and uses a power comparable to shaking the Alps.

What kind of superpower is this! ?

Is he really human?

The cardinal suddenly remembered Russell folding his wings, and his already shaky faith began to waver.

Russell felt the violent emotional changes of these believers, and his eyes scanned their bones through the body.

Based on the selection criteria of the Merlin sisters, there are only twenty-three people left in the wizard branch of the Emerald Society.

Each one has qualifications like Xu Xin, Yang Lie, and Dong Chang.

According to this standard, among this group of people, only the cardinal was qualified to survive.

In this case, it is a surprise to have one left.

Russell clasped his hands, and the noise in the sky suddenly stopped.

Except for the Cardinal, everyone's bodies were turning into sand.

White grains of sand swirled around the cardinal and spread on the ground as his falling body.

The cardinal's expression was dull, and the continuous prayer in his heart had ceased.

He watched Russell walk over step by step without any resistance.

He could think of no reason to resist.

Even Michael, the first angel of the Lord of Heaven, does not have such power.

Even one of His charged blows can destroy a mortal city.

However, the entire five hundred elite members of the Holy City were wiped out in such an understatement.

Hehehe, Lord, is this test to select a new Noah?

The cardinal's messy thoughts were instantly smoothed away by absolute loyalty when Russell's finger pointed at his forehead.

What is the Lord of Heaven! ?

There can only be one supreme being in heaven and on earth, and that is my master!

"Your name is too long, let's call it Hongyi from now on."

Hong Yi showed an ecstatic expression and said with all his might, "Hong Yi listens to your oracle, my lord."

Russell looked at Hong Yi who was kneeling on the ground and the white sand under his feet, his eyes neither sad nor happy.

The more leeks are harvested, the more prosperous they will become. Only by constantly harvesting can we continue to screen out geniuses.

Anyway, the people here are not our own people.

... "Five hundred to one, the survival rate is too low." Helmer leaned back and leaned on the soft velvet seat.

He held a strange-looking mirror in his hand.

The mirror handle is black gold, the thread on it is a coiled snake, and the end is a sheep's head the size of a thumb.

The face of the sheep head is hollow, with a moving eye embedded in it, and the eye is shining with black light. .

There is no adhesion between the sky blue mirror surface and the mirror handle, and it is strangely suspended above the mirror handle.

The last scene in the mirror was Russell accepting Hong Yi's kneeling.

"Why can Almond escape with his life? Is it because his ancestors have the blood of witches?" Helmer was puzzled.

He picked up the Sky Mirror and continued to look inside.

"This Su Luo is no different from ordinary people. Is the power that binds people in the air magic or superpower?"

"His eyes are very bright. Even through the mirror, I can feel him looking at me..."

Helmer's heart sank, and he tried to deflect the mirror so that it was not facing his face.

Even so, he could feel a scrutinizing gaze sweeping over him through the mirror.

"No, it's impossible. The Sky Mirror is an artifact made by Odin with his own eyes. It can see what's going on within a 500-mile radius of the Holy City without being discovered."

"Even Merlin and King Arthur were hunted to death by the nobles because of the Sky Mirror."

"He won't find out, never, never -"

"Click."

A shattering sound resounded in Helmer's ears. His hand shook and he almost threw the artifact away.

"Herme Augustus." In Helme's horrified eyes, the mirror of the sky was shattering.

And Russell's voice, amidst the symphony of shattering sounds, seemed grand and majestic.

"I see it, I'm coming."

The Sky Mirror finally couldn't bear the weight of Russell's words and suddenly exploded.

Helmer screamed, and the crown on his head flew away. His whole body was hit by an invisible force, and he flew six meters away along with the chair.

The mirror fragments penetrated his body-protecting holy light, and the originally gorgeous robe turned into a string of tattered strips of cloth.

What's more serious is that his spirit connected to the Sky Mirror has been severely damaged.

He almost lost his life.

What caused this consequence were just a few words and a look from Russell.

The servants serving the pope heard the sound and came in quickly.

Seeing the miserable state of the Supreme Pope, they didn't know what to do for a while.

Helmer struggled to open his eyes and saw the familiar servants standing there blankly.

There are many people who have served him for decades.

Helmer put away his painful expression and raised his hand silently. The golden holy light gathered in the palm of his hand and turned into a vortex with a diameter of one meter.

The servants' bodies were involuntarily sucked into the vortex, and then, like wheat, they were crushed into pieces by the rotating vortex blades.

Helmer laughed deeply as he listened to the screams getting weaker and weaker.

While laughing, he compressed the bloody vortex in his hand, eventually forming a beautiful ruby.

Helmer swallowed the ruby ​​in one gulp, and his injuries immediately healed.

"The majesty of the Pope cannot be desecrated." Helmer muttered to himself, and then with a wave of his hand, the door pushed open by the servant suddenly closed.

The cold wind echoed in the deserted corridor, and the flickering candlelight printed the twisted shadow of the base on the wall, as if it was guarding the Pope in place of those loyal servants.

……

"Believers of our Lord." The re-energized Herme Augustus once again stood gorgeously in the city of St. Monroe.

In front of him was a huge six-pointed star formation.

The circle was filled with believers wearing white robes, and in the center was a 3-meter-tall white seraph statue.

The angel sculpture has a gorgeous knight's armor inlaid with olive branches.

It was holding a two-handed sword as tall as a person in both hands, kneeling on one knee on the ground, its faceless face facing the sky, as if waiting for orders.

"The pagans from the east are approaching the Holy City, and the followers of our Lord are fighting against them."

"We must show him the majesty of our Lord!"

"The Lord said: He has gone astray and needs to correct himself."

“Now, the time has come for us to appear in the glory of the Lord!”

"We must respond to the Lord's oracle and summon the Archangel Michael!"

　Gone.

　　Thanks to Mr. Liuli for the tip.

　　The boss spent money.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)