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"It's useless. Go meet my God." The three fireballs were pierced by the lightsaber, giving Charlie immense confidence.
However, the fireball did not rush out immediately. Instead, it shrank rapidly from the size of a basketball to the size of a fist, and the color of the flame changed from fiery red to pure white.
go with.
The seemingly inconspicuous pure white fireball collided with the lightsaber that made a sound of breaking through the air again.
There was no explosion, no flames.
The lightsaber was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun. Starting from the tip of the sword that pierced the fireball, it melted towards the hilt and turned into light spots all over the sky, then dissipated into the air.
The pure white fireball continued to float towards Charlie, not very fast, but Charlie seemed to be bitten by a dog on the butt, and jumped to avoid it.
However, under the control of Zhang Mu's mental power, the fireball turned around and chased him.
Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Charlie suddenly threw the white paper in his hand, smashing the fireball apart.
Of course, the white paper distributed by the church was also damaged, with the cover charred and falling to the ground.
"Do you still have this thing?" Zhang Mu waved his staff, and another pure white fireball appeared. He pointed his empty hand at the black book on the ground, "If you don't have it, you can just wait to die."
Oh, waiting to die?
Charlie patted the dirt on the surface of the white robe, which was just blown up by the explosion: "In the Thor Continent, no one has had the courage to fight a bishop in the church for tens of thousands of years."
"As a result, you have forgotten the source of the church's strength."
Although using the mantra on the statue would cause his memory to be checked and all the things he had done over the years would be exposed, it was still better than losing his life.
Bastard magician, your corpse will lie in the wilderness, being pecked by birds and eaten by insects, while you watch me being punished.
Charlie spread his hands to the sides in the shape of a "one" with a solemn expression: "I beg God to give me strength."
In the church where the statue was placed, a beam of unparalleled light penetrated the wall and enveloped Charlie.
The light was cold and kind, scorching and icy. He stood in it, feeling as if a god had descended.
Charlie felt the strange energy flowing through his body, smiled, raised his right index finger and pointed it at Zhang Mu:
"Although it can only be used once, it is enough to take your life."
His voice was ethereal and distant, as if it was pouring down from the sky to the earth:
"God said, you deserve to die!"
Chapter 36 You are my student, you are my junior
When Charlie pointed at himself and chanted "God said" loudly, Zhang Mu felt his whole body being pulled by a strange force.
He had never experienced being torn apart by five horses, but he felt that his condition at this moment should be worse than that.
Zhang Mu didn't know how to fight against this force, and subconsciously prepared to mobilize his mental and magical powers to counter it.
However, before he could even start, his body suddenly exploded into a bloody mist that dissipated in the air.
[Your character has died, do you want to revive immediately? ]
[Optional: Resurrect on the spot, revive in the city (not bound to the city yet)]
Looking himself up and down, left and right, Zhang Mu discovered that his body had turned into a translucent soul state. Judging from Charlie's smug smile, his current state was invisible to others.
There was no rush to revive immediately. Zhang Mu's soul body pinched his chin with the right hand, feeling the touch, and pondered in his mind the mantra Charlie used.
He looks handsome. Can I fix it myself?
If you want to get it fixed, where should you go? The church headquarters?
This thing should be well protected. I guess there is no hope for now, but I can try later.
Putting this in mind first, Zhang Mu looked at the panel floating in front of him.
It’s a good opportunity to test the effect of the resurrection function on lung cancer.
【Resurrect on the spot.】
……
While Zhang Mu was thinking, Charlie was not idle either.
He laughed first, a hearty laugh. Although he would have to spend the rest of his life in captivity, it was a relief to kill a genius magician with extraordinary talent.
The pleasure of smashing a precious porcelain that others handled with care, using all his strength, made him so happy that he didn't care about the punishment.
“This is the church. God does not exist, but the church possesses the power of God!
Hahaha……"
Fortunately, gods do not exist, otherwise, I would not be qualified to use such terrifying mantras!
"Cough——" After laughing for a few times, Charlie coughed up blood.
As a monk of the lowest rank, the cost of using the Word of Truth is undoubtedly high.
His sparse, but short black hair had turned snow-white, and the skin on his face, which had been relatively tight, was now covered with deep wrinkles.
The skin on the neck and palms exposed outside the white robe became dry and wrinkled like dead tree bark.
Charlie felt a little uncomfortable because of the tragic consequences. To make himself feel better, he looked towards the middle of the courtyard where Zhang Mu was standing: "Arrogant genius magician,
In the endless darkness of hell, regret offending the church and offending my decision! "
He turned around, prepared to go back to his bedroom to rest, and wait for the senior cultists to come and check his memory.
"I think, even if I really go to hell, I will not regret my decision today."
A calm voice sounded behind him, and Charlie froze all over, like a statue, motionless.
After a long time, he seemed to suspect that he was hallucinating and turned his head slowly, very slowly, for a full minute before his sight swept across the courtyard.
In the middle of the courtyard, Zhang Mu stood quietly, holding a wooden staff in his hand with a calm expression.
He showed a puzzled look, raised his right hand, pinched his left arm, and it didn't hurt.
Then I pinched my face, and it didn’t hurt.
"Haha." Charlie laughed, "It is indeed an illusion. It should be because the use of the Word of Truth has caused too much pressure on the mental power."
Muttering to himself, he turned and continued walking towards the bedroom.
Zhang Mu was speechless and shouted at him: "Is it possible that it is because your skin has lost its sensitivity to touch that it does not hurt when you pinch it?"
"Such a real illusion, haha, but don't try to fool me. Even the skin of a centenarian is still sensitive to touch."
"Other people age normally, how can you be the same?" Zhang Mu thought for a moment, "Try biting your tongue and see."
"I told you, don't try to deceive me. I won't listen to hallucinations. Hmm..."
Although he said he didn't believe it, Charlie's distorted "I" showed that he had tried it, and it was quite painful, after all, he was speaking out of tune.
Zhang Mu did not say anything. When he accepted the reality, the courtyard where a fierce battle had just taken place suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
After a long time, Charlie, who had white hair and a wrinkled face and looked like an old man, turned around at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his current physical condition, and pointed at Zhang Mu with trembling fingers.
"Why, why are you still alive? I saw you explode into a bloody mist...
I understand, I understand!
You are a heretic! A demon! The most evil and ugly monster in the world!"
Charlie's face was grim: "God said, you deserve to die!"
He used the mantra again, but this time, Zhang Mu showed no reaction and just stood there quietly.
It's not that speaking the truth is the truth technique. Using it once has hollowed out Charlie's body. What he says now are just ordinary words without any power.
"Okay, there's nothing you can do about it, just fix it and go home to sleep."
Zhang Mu condensed an ice cone and stabbed it forward.
Charlie still had some strength left, but he didn't try to dodge. He just used this last bit of strength to kneel down heavily on the stone floor in front of the bedroom door.
"Oh God!" he shouted, his expression more pious and sad than ever before.
Once, he ridiculed the poor who, when suffering, did not doubt that the gods were false, but instead knelt down and asked the gods why they were unwilling to eliminate their suffering and save them.
But right now, right now.
Charlie, enveloped in the silvery moonlight, was doing stupid things that he himself ridiculed.
"God!" Charlie's forehead smashed the stone slab into a spider-web-like crack, "Why don't you open your eyes?
Look, look, he is a devil, a heretic!"
"God! I beg you to open your eyes, grant mercy and kindness to your loyal believers, and cleanse the world of evil!"
He propped up his upper body with both hands and dropped down heavily again. The cracks on the stone slab became more and more numerous and spread farther and farther to the surroundings.
"god……"
He called out to God for the fourth time, but the sound disappeared as soon as it started because an icicle pierced his head.
A transparent hole will appear in the head and the person will die. When a person dies, he will naturally not be able to shout out anything.
Zhang Mu didn't listen to him finish his chatter, not because he was afraid that the god would really be called out.
Instead, he was afraid that Charlie would kowtow to death, and he would spend a whole night trying to do it but still not be able to solve his mortal enemy himself, which would be a huge loss.
Standing there pondering the formation, Zhang Mu remembered that there were means of extracting memories on the Thor Continent, which prevented his white fireball from being exposed.
He raised his staff slightly, and three fireballs appeared, rushing towards Charlie's kneeling body. After a series of explosions, only broken limbs and arms were left in front of the bedroom door.
Fearing that it was not safe, he threw another white fireball. Seeing that there was not even ashes left, Zhang Mu stopped with satisfaction.
If the church could extract memories from the air filled with ashes, then he would admit defeat.
"Done, let's go home." Zhang Mu clapped his hands together and prepared to find a remote place to summon a portal.
"Zhang Mu!"
"Junior!"
He turned back blankly and saw Porter and Avril standing side by side at the courtyard gate.
Judging from their astonished eyes as if they had seen a miracle, Zhang Mu estimated that they should have arrived when he destroyed the corpse.
They approached slowly, and stopped when their faces were almost touching.