Book of Gods and Demons

When Joe took over Salian's appointment at the War Department, Ruhr City.

An unbelievably magnificent power pierced through the sky, and in the high-altitude dark clouds, it broke a large hole with a diameter of a few inches.

The golden sun spilled from the cloud pit and shone on the Ruhr Cathedral.

The magnificent and majestic Ruhr Cathedral gleams with dazzling white light. On the outer wall of the church, a gilded statue of a saint from the history of the Golden Oak Church reflects the golden splendor in the sunlight.

Outside the gate of the Ruhr Cathedral, under the high steps, on the huge square, there are countless believers crept in densely.

Rich and powerful people, they are brightly dressed, respectful and fearful, kneeling on the nearest step; those ordinary citizens with neat clothes but ordinary cloth, they are kneeling in the middle of the square, far from the cathedral. There is a distance between the steps.

As for the ragged civilians and even the refugees, they can only kneel down on the edge of the square, or even kneel down in the nearby streets. Even the golden sunlight from the sky, not much can fall on them.

St. Attila stood in front of the gate of the Ruhr Cathedral, standing on nearly a hundred steps, overlooking the more than 100,000 worshippers on the square.

He was wearing a blood robe, and the golden oak icons embroidered with gold threads on his chest and back gleamed brightly.

He opened his arms and murmured in a very solemn voice: "You are blessed, because the glory of my lord is shrouding you...those who believe in my lord will receive blessings."

Behind Saint Attila, dozens of clergymen wearing blood robes and aura are chanting Mu's holy name at the same time.

Saint Attila's body was illuminated by a rich golden divine light. With a light touch of his finger, there were countless golden light spots falling in the sky, lightly and gracefully falling on the believers.

Looking carefully, about 90% of the light spots falling in the sky fell on those gorgeously dressed big men.

Only less than 10% of the light spots were slowly scattered to the creeping believers behind.

The golden light fell on the body, and a stream of heat full of incredible power suddenly poured into the bodies of the believers. One by one, they groaned extremely comfortably, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

The disease is dissipating.

Disability is healing.

There are even believers who have lost an eye, or even a hand or a leg. They have new eyeballs, new palms and calves.

There are even more gray-haired believers whose hair turns black in public, and the wrinkles on their faces are quickly disappearing, and their bodies are refilled with plenty of energy.

Kneeling down at the forefront, a few old aristocratic women with chicken skins, cranes and hair, and horribly old, they uttered surprise and cheers-under the full view of them, they were over ninety years old, and their hair turned quickly. Black, wrinkles disappeared quickly, and their skin became white, tender, delicate and shiny. In just a few breaths, they returned to the appearance of a beautiful thirty-year-old woman!

A few more lie on the stretcher, have completely lost the ability to move, and can only rely on the old nobles sent here by their families. After a few breaths, they spit out thick sputum and blood clots from their mouths. They regained their vitality and trembled. He got up from the stretcher, and after moving his arms and legs a few times, he knelt down very quickly...

Such a miracle.

Such an incredible force.

Countless believers chanted Mu's holy name in unison, and even others were so touched that they knocked their heads like garlic, their foreheads hit the ground heavily, and their heads were bloodied, and the whole person fainted.

"You are also guilty."

Saint Attila’s voice echoed in the square: “Among you, some of you worship evil gods and get close to heretics. You will definitely be severely punished.”

Saint Attila's finger lightly tapped again.

High in the sky, dense blood-colored fires poured down like a torrential rain, and the blood-colored fires fell on the believers in the rear of the square. Immediately, thousands of believers made a stern and miserable howl, and their bodies lit up with sticky blood. Flames.

These believers knelt on the ground stiffly, unable to move, they could only continue to howl, letting the flames burn wildly on their bodies, burning their skins to ashes, and then slowly a little bit. Devour their muscles, nerves, blood vessels, bones...

Thousands of believers were burnt to ashes in front of countless believers.

The entire incineration process lasted a full half an hour.

During this half an hour, only a stern and tragic howl reverberated over the square, and countless believers knelt on the ground, each of them sweating profusely, their faces pale as ghosts.

"Respect my lord and stay away from heresy... You will be blessed!" When more than a thousand unlucky ghosts were completely turned into ashes, the ashes swirled into the sky when the cold wind blows, Saint Attila is indifferent The voice resounded throughout the square again, and even spread far away with the wind, even half of the Ruhr City could hear it clearly.

Outside the city of Ruhr, in several large-scale military camps, a large number of imperial army officers stood on high ground, holding military binoculars, with cold faces, looking towards the direction of the Ruhr Cathedral.

In the field army command responsible for the military control of Ruhr City, several imperial generals held their hands behind their backs and looked at the map of Ruhr City hanging on the wall with gloomy faces. At the location of the Ruhr Cathedral, the staff officer used blood ink. He circled a circle heavily.

Through the signs on the map, you can see that in several key locations around the Ruhr Cathedral, the field regiment that governs the city of Ruhr has deployed hundreds of large-caliber field guns... If there is any change, or as long as the empire’s high-level With an order, the entire Ruhr Cathedral will be wiped out immediately.

A deserted voice echoed softly in the headquarters: "Saint Attila...hehe, God's punishment...the only saint of the Golden Oak Church in the present age...what do you think, how many artillery pieces are needed to kill him?"

It was quiet in the headquarters, no one said anything.

"Strictly abide by your duties, and devoutly honor our lord, you will receive endless blessings." Saint Attila's cold, wrinkle-free face, it is difficult to show a hint of indifferent smile.

"May the glory of my lord shine on the Durham Empire forever...May the believers of my lord live forever on the fertile soil given by my lord, live and work in peace, and enjoy the blessings forever!"

"Ding, Ding Ding"!

A special priest sounded a small chime made of pure gold.

Saint Attila sighed, turned around, walked down the stairs in front of the door, walked to the square, and then, supported by several blood-robed priests, got on an open four-wheeled carriage.

"Holy man, where are you going?" An old nobleman who has just turned over from a stretcher and has recovered from the appearance of an old man in his eighties or nineties to a young man in his forties, like an orphan who has lost his parents. , Stretched out his hands, wailed loudly, and asked his most pious question hoarsely.

"There is still darkness in Hyderabad... I'm going to take the glory of my lord to Hyderabad and save the lost lambs." Saint Attila did not look back, his voice resounded throughout the square.

"Great saints..." A group of old aristocrats and old giants who have just received infinite benefits in Saint Attila's powerful magic arts, one after another crying hoarsely, lying on the ground in incomparable pain. Crying.

Saint Attila tugged at the corner of her mouth, and sat on the carriage seat upright with a blank face.

Dozens of priests wearing golden robes lit the incense, knocked on the golden chime, raised various religious rituals, and lined up in a line of two, walking in front of the open carriage, shouting loudly. Holy Name, go forward slowly.

Saint Attila sat steadily in the carriage, and believers stretched out to him on all sides, like a lint-like arm.

Large groups of church knights, wearing gold, silver, and bronze armor, and wearing long scarlet cloaks, are riding tall horses and flocking around the carriage, separating the believers from Saint Attila.

There were even church knights in heavy armor walking in front of the carriage, separating believers who wanted to stand in the way and pray for Saint Attila's blessing.

Countless believers on the square stood up one after another. Together with the believers who bowed down in the nearby streets, they followed Saint Attila's procession, like a mighty ocean, walking all the way towards the Ruhr railway station.

In places beyond the reach of these believers.

A large number of elite players in the imperial army, dressed in casual clothes, are like vigilant hounds, dotted with Saint Attila's team far away.

There were even Hydra's secret guards wearing various cloaks and long coats, mixing in the crowd very vigilantly. They are not only monitoring Saint Attila's team, but also guarding the believers in the queue, many men and women who behave secretly and have unknown origins.

It took several hours and when it was getting dark, Saint Attila's team finally arrived at the Ruhr City Railway Station.

Amidst the shouts of countless believers, Saint Attila got out of the carriage and walked step by step to the door of his own train.

With a haggard face, Viglar, with a group of inspectors who came from Tulum Harbor, and official officials of the empire who were wearing inspector uniforms but who had nothing to do with the Ministry of Inspection, waited on the platform without a smile. .

"You have worked hard... can you go now?" Viglar was very mechanized and squeezed a smiling face towards Saint Attila.

"Waiting for work, we can set off." St. Attila stood in front of Viglar and said in a cold tone: "There are work escorts all the way...When you arrive at Hyderabad, you can relax, right?"

"Perhaps?" Viglar took a breath and shook his head gently: "Perhaps?"

There was a slight pause ~www.ltnovel.com~ Viglar looked at Saint Attila with his hands behind his back and looked at Saint Attila seriously: "I have been pondering a question along the way... As you are now, why not go to Dabo Should he serve in the church sanctuary, but come to the Durham Empire?"

Saint Attila also looked at Viglar very seriously: "There are lost children here, and darkness exists here...I have brought the glory of my lord, recalled the lost lambs, and dispelled the darkness that deceives people's hearts."

"You must be joking... The empire is bathed in the glory of Her Majesty, with a bright future and a cloudless future." Viglar looked like a knife, staring at Saint Attila.

"Perhaps?" Saint Attila pursed her lips and smiled: "Your Majesty Margaret III, she is just a human...Her glory cannot cover such a huge empire...Only the infinite glory of my lord can illuminate Medland. ."

Viglar flattened his mouth.

Calm as he was, he wanted to draw a sword at this moment, and gave Saint Attila a few hits on the stomach.

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