Chapter 775: The battle of ideas, not about good or evil

Chapter 775: The battle of ideas, not about good or evil

Chapter 775: The battle of ideas, not about good or evil

The battle situation was captured by satellites and reconnaissance nanorobots, and transmitted to Wen Rui who was hiding 800 meters underground using encrypted quantum communication.

The mountain-protecting Vajra formation was breached, but the Mahakala Bodhisattva who was in charge of the Bunolinda Temple did not take any action.

In Wen Rui's opinion, this further proves that the Western Church had no intention of leaving any chance of survival for these believers who were summoned to the temple. They were destined to die, the only difference was how they died to maximize the benefits for the Western Church.

A tentative dive by the demon mosquito caused thousands of casualties. The morale of this mob that was instigated by the monks was immediately dissipated. Many people simply dropped their crude weapons, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed towards the direction of Lingshan Mountain in the west.

Even at the last moment of their lives, they still placed their hopes of saving themselves on the Buddha, praying only that death would come quickly, that their merits and sins would be settled after death, and that they would be reborn into a good life in the next life.

More and more demon mosquitoes rushed into the formation. When their number exceeded ten thousand, the hole in the barrier doubled in size. The command information was transmitted through some unknown channel and reached the brain of every demon mosquito.

As if at a command, the demonic mosquitoes circling in the air swooped down again. The mortals, who had no power to resist, held their heads and prayed, reciting scriptures aloud, hoping that after a quick death, the golden gate to paradise would open to them.

The magic mosquito that fell to the ground was extremely gentle this time, as if it was afraid of damaging the delicate porcelain. It skimmed the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water and then took off again.

The flying demon mosquito used its six limbs to grab a believer who was still praying in a daze, as if it was holding its own child, and its flying speed was greatly slowed down.

The magic mosquitoes that poured in from the cracks in the magic barrier also consciously made way for a passage so that these magic mosquitoes that had captured humans could fly out.

Demonic mosquitoes kept pouring in, and also kept flying out carrying humans. The crack was in order, as if it had been rehearsed, and the efficiency of entry and exit was extremely high.

The evil mosquitoes began to plunder the human population, and Mahakala Bodhisattva finally reacted. His half-closed eyes suddenly opened wide, and a ray of golden light shot up into the sky from the main hall of Bunolinda Temple.

The golden light split in the air, forming countless golden meteors, which turned around and fell straight down.

The demon mosquito that was hit by the golden meteor was severely injured and a raging fire was burning all over its body. It was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The dense rain of meteors did not distinguish between friend and foe and also fell on the believers below, but the effect was completely different.

The mortal whose body was entered by the meteor suddenly became alert, and the shadow of the Six-Armed Vajra King appeared on his body.

The mortal who was tightly tied up by the devil mosquito's six powerful limbs immediately became extremely powerful after being possessed by the Dharma image. With just a little struggle, he broke the devil mosquito's tough limbs. He slapped the devil mosquito randomly, and it was like hitting it with a sledgehammer. The devil mosquito's head would be smashed to pieces with one palm.

Mahakala Bodhisattva is another god of war besides Wei Tuo in Western religion. With his magical power, mortals can temporarily obtain endless power of dragons and elephants.

More and more believers were blessed by the golden meteors, and they lost their courage and returned again. They picked up the crude weapons they had dropped, and fanatically and clumsily launched a counterattack against the demon mosquitoes that swooped down to capture them.

A simple stick, when held in the hands of a mortal blessed by the power of the Vajra King, will be covered with a layer of golden light and transformed into the forms of weapons such as bows, arrows, swords, halberds, ropes, and sticks. If it is waved randomly, it can cause great damage as long as it slightly touches the magic mosquito.

The demon mosquitoes, which had not received new orders yet, were still in the cautious capture stage in terms of combat awareness. However, they did not expect that the extremely weak "blood packs" they had previously tested suddenly gained epic enhancement, and they were caught off guard and suffered a head-on blow.

Before countless demon mosquitoes could react, they were torn into pieces by the mortals possessed by the god of war. The believers, who were originally a motley crowd, became more and more courageous. After discovering that they had gained the power to tear apart demon mosquitoes with their own hands, their hatred for the evil insects that had harmed their loved ones drove them to fight like crazy.

The situation on the battlefield suddenly changed. The Vajra Formation, which had a crack, seemed to be crumbling, but gradually stabilized and the radius of the crack no longer expanded.

There were countless billions of demon mosquitoes hidden in the raging sand outside the magic circle, but they were blocked outside the dome. The number of demon mosquitoes that rushed into the dome was maintained at a relatively balanced number due to the counterattack of the believers.

If the formation is completely broken, even if these hundreds of thousands of Western religious believers all possess the power of Vajra, they will be exhausted and captured under the siege of the endless demon mosquitoes.

But the magic circle just wouldn't break, leaving a gap, forcing the army of magic mosquitoes to adopt the tactic of adding fuel, consuming countless magic soldiers every minute and every second.

On the side of the Demonic Mosquitoes, new orders were issued in a timely manner in response to the changes in the battle situation. The strategic intention of capturing blood bags was abandoned, and the Demonic Mosquitoes swooped down again, revealing their sharp fangs, and killed the human race who had been blessed with magic power.

Surrounding the breach, both sides were like flesh and blood grinding wheels, with demon mosquitoes and human Western religious believers constantly dying.

"Tsk, I see. I was wondering why the Western Church's plan had such a big loophole. I am too superficial."

Wen Rui, who was peeking at the battle situation, couldn't help but sigh inwardly and marvel in admiration.

Wen Rui has always had doubts. Gathering such a group of mortal believers, giving them some simple weapons, brainwashing and inciting them, and letting them fight the demon mosquitoes, isn't this like throwing meat buns at a dog?

The power gap between the two sides is too great. In the eyes of the demon mosquitoes, the mad mortals are just flesh worms that wriggle more violently. They are not qualified to force the demon mosquitoes to slaughter them in the war.

They can be kidnapped at will and raised as blood bags. Killing them would be a waste of food.

It turns out that the Western religion had already patched this loophole. Although the mortals blessed by magic power are still very weak, they have reached the passing line of being able to die together with the magic mosquito, and have been promoted from food to cannon fodder.

This also fits with the prophecy that devout believers who are not afraid of life and death and sacrifice themselves in the battle to protect the Dharma will be liberated by the Buddha and go to paradise.

Monks really do not tell lies, and the Buddha did not lie. He really gave all living beings an opportunity to become enlightened, liberated, complete, and reborn in paradise.

But the prerequisite is that these people must die.

Compared to being tortured, unable to live or die, and eventually being squeezed dry of every last drop of blood, dying a glorious death is definitely a better choice.

This may not be a bad destination for those who were born in Xiniu Hezhou and have believed in Western religions since birth.

But their doctrines are different and they cannot work together. Even if the Buddha's plan is not bad, Wen Rui will try to destroy it. In the philosophy of Jiejiao, death is not the destination of all things, but life is!

(End of this chapter)