Holy Light Aversion? What Does It Have to Do With Me Being a Support?

Transmigrated into a fallen priest, Mark clutches the Forbidden Scripture that would make a saint’s face turn black in his left hand, and a cross blessed by the Abyss in his right.

When the...

Chapter 9 Wherever the Holy Light Passes, Nothing Can Escape

It wants to zoom in!

This was the only thought that flashed through Mark's mind, who had already lost his mind.

He retracted his right fist, grabbed the tail of the Holy Light Nightmare with both hands, and swung it and smashed it to the ground behind him according to the scene in the superhero movie of a certain country in his previous life.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

Never give Holy Light Nightmare the chance to use his ultimate move.

Maybe Nightmare's innate ability suddenly took effect, or maybe Mark's actions really angered Nightmare.

The Holy Light Nightmare, being swung around like a rag, squeezed out a few words in the air.

"How dare you... lowly..."

The broken vocal cords of the Holy Light Nightmare vibrated the air, and the holy light on its four wings suddenly lit up a dangerous bloody color at the same time.

All the devoured souls and shadows broke free from their restraints and gathered into a bloody cross above the church.

Mark only felt a sudden burst of sharp pain in his arms, and the black gauze on his body was actually forced back into the cross necklace on his chest by the dazzling holy light.

"call--!"

Mark suddenly woke up and threw away the Holy Light Nightmare in his hand and smashed it into the cemetery dozens of meters away.

“Humanity… deserves to die…”

Finally freed from Mark's holy light nightmare, he flew up from the cemetery, his body merging with the cross in the air.

Then it opened its bloody mouth, and a dazzling pure white storm emerged from its mouth, sweeping out and smashing the Stewart Church in the dream world into pieces, sweeping towards Mark with endless fragments and light!

"Nothing can escape where the Holy Light passes!"