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"God said, you are a stone!"
As soon as the words fell, the wooden bench turned into a stone bench almost instantly.
“Hahahaha…” He laughed crazily, his eyes rolled back until only the whites were left, “The gods didn’t lie to me!”
Pestoya took a few steps back in disgust: "Are all believers of God like this?"
“According to Mr. Fleming, not everyone can bear everything related to God.
Except for every appointed pope, the rest of the people of Sol Continent who force themselves to listen to the oracle will end up like him. "
Blois raised his chin towards Jarvis, and Pestoia looked over.
The bishop, who usually always showed a kind and warm face, now had a hideous and distorted face.
His facial features were undergoing strange changes that he himself could not perceive.
The sunken eye sockets are bulging, and the protruding nose bridge, brow bones and ears are gradually collapsing.
It’s as if there is a horizontal line on the face, and everything above and below is shrinking towards the line.
If this continues, eventually...
The two men looked up at the face of the statue, which had no facial features.
"It's a bit scary." Blois leaned down slightly and put his mouth close to Pestoya's ear.
"He is a god after all."
Jarvis on this side was finally dragged out of the joy of "recovering what was lost" by doubt.
Since the Word of Truth works, what's going on between the two of them?
He stared at the two of them, his tone full of confusion: "Why doesn't the truth word work on you?
I don't recall the oracle mentioning you...did I miss it?"
"You didn't miss it." Bulova held the hilt of the sword upwards, and the blade reflecting the cold light slowly came out of the sheath. "As for why we are immune to the power word,
It’s because many years ago, an old man who refused to submit to captivity took something from the gods.”
Took something away from the gods?
Who can do it?
Jarvis really wanted to question it, but the two people in front of him were fine after hearing the truth, which was an ironclad fact.
He felt as if a cat's claws were scratching his heart: "What did the gods give to the old man?"
Blois's hand paused as he was about to draw his sword, and Pestoia's staff, half-raised, also froze in place.
The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into mocking laughter: "Hahaha——"
“Oh my God.” Pestoya laughed until tears came out, and while wiping her eyes with her hands, she said intermittently, “Blois, you, you heard it?
Ha, ha, ha... Mr. Fleming speaks very well. If a guy is used to kneeling, don't even think about pulling him up!"
Blois was a little better, and managed to stop laughing: "Well... well, uh, let's fight."
Jarvis's hearing was a little dull at this time, and he couldn't hear clearly what the two people said. Naturally, he didn't know what they were laughing at, but he knew that the target of the joke was definitely him.
Not to mention that he has now been promoted to a legend, even if he was a saint of the church before, no one would dare to be so disrespectful.
So he successfully became angry and embarrassed.
"Without the use of the Word of Truth, I can still easily send you to atone for your sins before my God!"
Jarvis waved his staff angrily, activating the amplifying magic bestowed by the faceless statue behind him.
The beam of light shot out from the statue's brows enveloped him, and his aura suddenly surged. The spreading magic power became more and more violent.
In Bulova's perception, the magic power began to slow down only after it reached the peak of the Saint level, and finally stopped completely just when it reached the level of God's blessing.
"The church's light-attribute amplification magic is truly terrifying." Pestoya lit up the crystal gem on the top of her staff, and a fiery red light shone through, blending with the surrounding scarlet.
"Not old Mr. Fleming, we... well, it's still the same in the end."
"There are always differences. At least you won't die in a cowardly way in some deserted corner."
As they talked to each other, they no longer hid their secrets and instantly released all their magic power.
"God's blessing?!"
Jarvis felt that all the shocks he had experienced in his entire life combined might not be as great as today.
After being stunned, he felt a little guilty.
Their most powerful reliance, the Word of Truth, is ineffective against them.
He used amplification magic to forcibly raise his own level to divine blessing, and as a result, both of them were also divinely blessed.
One against two, the odds of winning are slim.
The only good news is that the opponent was promoted not long ago and is unable to skillfully use the power of divine protection.
Under the threat of death, Jarvis regained some of his sanity.
"If you dare to touch me, the church will definitely tie you to the cross and burn you at the stake!"
"Oh." Blois said with disdain, "You don't think we are going to leave the church alive?"
The moment he finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already above Jarvis' head.
"I've wanted to kill the bastards of the church for a long time." He grinned and slashed down with the slender knight's sword.
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Outside the church.
Ordinary people heard explosions coming from the pure white building, and professionals felt the surge of magic power. They all woke up from their intoxication of worshiping gods and fled frantically in all directions.
They probably want to go home. It is animal instinct to quickly hide in their nests when encountering danger.
As a result, the church door, which was crowded with people just a second ago, was suddenly empty.
Only Zhang Mu was left standing across the stone road, staring blankly at the church from which rubble was constantly flying.
Did they fight? And were they evenly matched? What was the reason?
According to the information on Zhang Mu’s cell phone, Jarvis is indeed in a hostile relationship with the two grand dukes because he interfered in royal affairs to support Andre.
If both sides are unwilling to compromise in the fight for the blood sacrifice array, a major battle is inevitable.
But the problem is, it shouldn’t be now.
The blood sacrifice array had just been activated and was still in the warm-up stage. The city lords from various places who would serve as the main sacrifices had not yet been captured alive.
If we rush into a fight like this, aren't you afraid that everyone will run away?
The most important thing is, with the power of truth, how did they deal with Jarvis?
Shouldn't one finger kill one?
Obviously no one can give an answer at this time.
Zhang Mu scratched his head: "What a mess! The two of them and Jarvis are fighting each other, and the king is unconscious. So where should I go?"
After thinking for a while, he took out the walkie-talkie and contacted Mih.
"How's your progress?"
"The magic node has a magic array defense, and it is being broken."
"Okay, don't worry about the rest."
Then he switched to the channel of the First Army's temporary command post and contacted Domit.
"What are those city lords doing?"
"Andre led a Saint to the core of the blood sacrifice array, attempting to seize control. One of the city lords accidentally saw them and is now fighting with the Saint."
Halfway through his recovery, Zhang Mu sensed a violent vibration from the collision of magic power coming from the central area of the royal capital.
"You continue to assist Mih's character."
"As ordered!"
After taking back the intercom, Zhang Mu looked towards the church.
The three people inside have turned into a demolition team. The dazzling light of high-level magic flashes continuously. The pointed white tower tilts and collapses, and smoke and dust rise up.
"I think the church will be gone before the capital."
Zhang Mu shook his head, thinking that judging by the noise of their battle, if he got too close and was unlucky enough to be swept by the aftermath, he would probably be resurrected again.
"Don't get involved. Wait until they finish fighting and then clean up the mess."
"Let's go...what is that?"
He planned to lead the sniper team to support the city lords first, but when he turned around, he saw that a translucent magic tower had been erected in the center of the royal capital.
When he noticed that the outer wall of the tower was ice blue, he immediately realized that this was probably the royal family's inherited magic tower.
"The core of the blood sacrifice array is in the center of the capital... Damn, the king is a madman, using the inheritance magic tower as the core?"
You know, the Inherited Magic Tower is the foundation of a professional family and the gathering place of all the essence of the family.
Not only external magic weapons and magic books, but also bloodlines and corresponding secret inheritances are placed in it.
Isn’t the king afraid of getting into trouble?
If the magic tower were to blow up, the Lake royal family would be weakened to the bottom within a hundred years.
Zhang Mu doesn’t care about the royal family, but Avril’s future is inseparable from the Magic Tower.
"quick!"
Unable to wait for the soldiers to move at a slow pace on foot, he directly wrapped them up in magic power and rushed over into the air.
Going at full speed, it took only more than ten minutes to fly to the sky near the magic tower.
From a distance, he saw in the air to the right of the magic tower, hundreds of city lords were surrounding and fighting a middle-aged man in a robe.
Although they outnumbered the enemy by a large margin, the battle was quite one-sided.
The magic cast by the city lords was slapped away by him with a staff. After waiting for a long time, he finally caught him off guard and cast a spell that hit the khaki magic shield that tightly wrapped his body, but it was easily flipped away to another direction.
The situation for the knights who were engaged in close combat was much more miserable.