Chapter 378
As he spoke, he approached Ruola and the others, his eyes fixed intently on the carriage.
Those emerald green eyes now looked like those of a wolf that had eaten people, incredibly fierce.
As soon as he approached, the believers immediately took the holy water that the temple had prepared for them.
Anyone who harbors malicious intent will be burned by the holy water.
In just a moment, Karl's brown chest hair was soaked.
He frowned, reached out and brushed the water droplets clinging to his chest hair until they were no longer visible, then revealed an even more ferocious look in his eyes.
"You bunch of damned followers of the God of Light, do you like to splash water on people the moment you see them?"
"That old man in red was the same; I almost killed him with one punch! Luckily, I stopped in time!"
"You guys really aren't afraid of death!"
His tone was casual, but the ferocity in his eyes was obvious.
Originally, Nora and the others were still wondering whether there was a problem with the holy water or whether the person in front of them actually meant them no harm.
But when he uttered the phrase "bullshit God of Light," all the believers showed expressions of anger.
Karl, however, seemed oblivious and continued walking toward the carriage.
The believers knew nothing but healing and blessing spells, and because they had been kneeling in the temple for many years, their physical condition was not very good.
So when they made their move, the two-meter-tall Karl casually grabbed their collars and pulled them away from the carriage one by one, like pulling chicks.
The rest of the Western Continent's menacing forces stepped forward and pinned them to the ground; no matter how much they resisted, it was to no avail.
Only Nora, the nun, and the female believers remained standing in place.
The breath of the two-meter-tall man was like the hot wind blowing from a campfire, and when it sprayed on Ruola's face, she held her breath.
She prayed in her heart for the coming of the God of Light, for the God of Light who favored Her Majesty so much to appear and save Her Majesty.
Unfortunately, it was the same as every one of her prayers.
The God of Light did not appear.
Nora's eyes dimmed as she thought of Her Majesty the Saint who treasured the sweets, and she spread her arms to shield the carriage with her body.
"Hey! You women, get out of my way!" Karl roared in anger when Nora persisted. "Don't make me throw you all down too!"
Jola gritted her teeth and refused to back down.
She didn't even dare to mention who Lingwu was in front of this group of heretics who had betrayed the God of Light.
The reason Lingwu hadn't gotten out of the carriage was that the little crow she hadn't seen for a while was now appearing at the window, as if asking for credit.
"Yay~"
"What's his name?"
The little crow paused for a moment, then stretched out its wings and pointed to Karl's location.
Lingwu nodded.
After realizing what was happening, the little crow thought for a moment before using its wings to write inside the carriage.
“Karl?”
The little crow nodded.
This time, Lingwu didn't ask it again. Instead, she looked at the Caucasian dog that was staring at her and called out, "Caucasian dog, go."
A sweet, girlish voice came from inside the carriage.
Karl, who was two meters tall and had a lot of chest hair, had an eye-catching look and immediately went forward to lift the carriage curtain.
The moment he touched the curtain, the dog's sharp teeth pierced through the curtain from inside the carriage and bit his left hand!
Karl's expression changed, and he pulled out a knife and stabbed it into Caucasus's face.
Seeing this, Nora, who had been standing to the side, reached out and grabbed Karl's right arm without thinking, forcibly deflecting the point of Karl's knife from its aim. "No one can hurt her!"
"Alright, Caucasus." Just then, the little girl's sweet voice rang out.
The Caucasian immediately retracted its sharp teeth to dodge the deflected attack.
Upon seeing this, Karl, whose arm was being held by Nora, also took two steps back.
Only after he had stopped did he shake off Ruola, staring fiercely at the carriage.
At that moment, the Caucasian emerged from the carriage, baring its teeth, which were stained with bright red blood.
In contrast to its imposing and fierce appearance, the brown-haired giant dog has strings of beautiful and delicate braids woven into its body.
Ling Wu appeared before them at that moment.
The little girl, dressed in a white and gold robe, had an exquisite appearance as if sculpted by a god, which immediately calmed Karl's anger by more than half.
He covered his own hand with what he thought was a kind smile and asked, "Beautiful young lady, has anyone ever told you that you are like a cute little kitten?"
Ling Wu didn't speak, she just looked at him indifferently.
Then, amid Karl's confusion and the desperate struggle of the believers, he raised his hand.
Like gold leaf falling from the sky, the place where everyone was surrounded by dazzling light.
What frightened Carl and the others was that in this scene, all they could see was a little girl standing next to the giant dog.
In her almost golden eyes, there was a divine indifference.
People born into a world of theocracy all thought of one word.
—Gods!
She said, "Karl, you have offended the gods."
In such a grand and sacred setting, no one would doubt the truthfulness of her words.
This is a land of sin, and Karl and others who have long betrayed the God of Light are all stained with blood, more or less.
But even under the divine light, they trembled, bent their backs, and knelt before her.
Karl, in particular, was the most devout believer among them, apart from the believers and Nora.
After all, she called out his name!
Carl swallowed hard, the devastating news of death ringing in his ears. He pleaded, "It was Carl's disrespect that offended you."
“Karl is a man rejected by the God of Light. Karl begs you to protect him. Karl will engrave your name deep in his soul, and his soul will serve you for eternity!”
Lingwu sensed his piety.
He knew he was about to die, which is why he devoted himself to her.
Therefore, it is still necessary to suppress believers with a strong stance when developing followers on the Western Continent.
Once Lingwu understood this, she turned and went back into the carriage.
"Karl, you escort me." She commanded coldly.
Karl swallowed hard; his palm was still throbbing, but that didn't stop him from quickly stepping forward and taking the lead of the horse.
Nobody can take this job from him now!
He, Karl, loved leading horses!
“What are you all standing there for? Aren’t you all devout followers of the gods?” Karl frowned.
The believers stood up hesitantly, then all looked at Nora.
Jora nodded, signaling them not to act rashly.
She actually sensed something strange about Ling Wu, but she would make excuses for Ling Wu.
"Her Majesty the Holy Maiden must be impersonating a deity to save us in this emergency because the humans of the Western Continent do not believe in the great God of Light," she thought to herself.
But in any case, the words "impersonating a god" left Nora feeling unprecedentedly confused and mad.
She knew why she felt lost.
Why the madness... Nora couldn't figure it out right now, but she seemed to have a vague idea.
But that answer was so outrageous that she dared not even think about it.
She kept her head down, following the carriage as it moved forward.
There's nothing special about this city; people buy and sell, and people walk around.
Without exception, they all carried a fury that could be easily ignited.
Along the way, Lingwu witnessed twelve minor arguments, five fistfights, and two that resulted in direct bloodshed.
Carl and his group were used to this, but Nora and the others had a premonition of their unfortunate future.
Only Lingwu, sitting in the carriage, gently stroked the Caucasian cat with her eyes lowered.
She held the Holy Cross in her hand and murmured to herself, "You won't blame Cynthia, will you?"
The Holy Cross was slightly warm, as if in response.
But Lingwu understood that it was hot only because she had used the power of the Holy Cross when she showed off that move.
At the same time, the "priest" sitting high on the throne also holds a holy cross in his hand.
“Cynthia, what do you want to do?” He said, looking at the Holy Cross.
Those golden eyes stirred up a storm.
He remembered Cynthia's blessing to him on the day he left the temple:
"Wishing you happiness every day, in every day that Cynthia cannot be with you."
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