Chapter 410: Interception of Marriage (2)

The expression on Elsa's face was obviously richer than before.

She seemed quite sleepy. After two consecutive system prompts, she even covered her cherry lips with her small hands and yawned slightly. Then she stretched her two slender arms backwards and stretched her body, revealing her graceful figure.

Then, she crossed her arms and placed them on Ron's head. She rested her small chin on the back of her hands, with a faint smile on her face, as if she wanted to see what Ron would do next! Unfortunately, Ron, who was only focused on the scene in front of him, didn't notice her lazy and lovely look at all.

When the system prompted, the wedding in front of them was almost reaching its final stage.

If it weren't for Mirabelle's special status, the Holy Father would not have been willing to waste so much time to ensure the smooth coming of the Son of God. He pulled Mirabelle's arm hard, trying to make Mirabelle kneel before the Father like himself and accept the Father's blessing.

Once the blessing of the Father God comes, you can then enjoy a night of pleasure with this beautiful elf lady.

What a pity, because he has always been successful in sowing seeds.

But once the bride becomes pregnant with the holy child, he can no longer use violence. Otherwise, he would really like to enjoy her for a while. After all, such a beautiful bride is rare.

Mirabelle staggered. She did not want to submit to this so-called Father God and accept his holy fetus.

Although she was still young and had never thought about marriage and offspring before, at least she knew that she didn't want to give birth to a worm.

However, with the magic power in her body suppressed, Mirabelle had no room to struggle at all. Even the elf princess, who was extremely tough, couldn't avoid a feeling of despair in her heart.

How she wished that a hero would suddenly appear at this moment and take her away from the gates of hell.

But Mirabelle also knew that the heroes in picture books were all lies.

There aren't that many heroes falling from the sky in this world.

Despair is always stronger than hope.

The Holy Father was very strong, and Mirabelle's frail body was unable to resist. Her legs had bent uncontrollably, and she was about to kneel in front of the stone statue of the Father. At this moment, Mirabelle suddenly had an extremely strange feeling. She vaguely discovered that her movements seemed to become very slow.

Even his thoughts became extremely stagnant, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into the mud.

For a moment, Mirabelle had no idea what was happening here. On the contrary, the Holy Father beside her was not affected at all. His pair of gray-black eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes were filled with intense, unresolvable anger.

Damn it.

This is an important moment for him and his most beautiful bride to receive the blessing of God the Father. Someone actually dares to make trouble at this time. He is really courting death.

With a swish, the Holy Father's head turned to the back in an instant.

The flesh on his neck and the cervical vertebrae inside showed an elasticity that was more exaggerated than a spring. His round head turned 180 degrees and looked behind him. He wanted to see which bastard dared to make trouble at this time.

However, when the Holy Father turned around, what suddenly came into his sight was a ball of increasing silver light.

The power of dawn gathered together at this moment, turning into a huge sphere, suspended in the air.

The Holy Father's pupils suddenly contracted. He could feel the amazing power contained in this ball of light.

He opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to remind these idiots to get out of the way quickly, but there was no time to make any sound. The ball of light above his head suddenly exploded, and dense lightsabers fell from the sky like raindrops.

Radiance.

It’s still that forbidden spell.

For the Holy Father, the power of this move may be slightly insufficient.

However, the power of the glow is more than enough for the monsters near the altar.

Poor monsters nearby, which had grown taller and had twisted limbs due to the erosion and pollution of the evil god's aura, were affected by the bright dawn and panicked. They looked left and right, and before they knew what was going on, they had already suffered a devastating disaster. Countless lightsabers fell from the sky.

Chichichi... Boom boom boom...

Various sounds exploded almost at the same time.

Then, there were all kinds of weird and extremely shrill screams.

Once the lightsaber hits the target, limbs will be shattered and blood will flow like a river.

The torn wounds on these monsters' bodies were like they were soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid. With a sizzling sound, their bodies were instantly corroded by dense wounds. Thick white smoke with a disgusting smell rolled violently in the air.

The lightsabers were simply too dense.

Once the lightsaber misses its target and falls to the ground, it will immediately create a huge deep pit.

Even the huge altar was completely covered by the rain of swords. The altar built of huge stones was full of potholes, and dozens of lightsabers even smashed directly on the statue of God the Father.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Poor statue, it is made of stone after all. Maybe it is blessed by the power of the evil god, but its body is not very solid.

Boom boom...

With a thunderous roar, the stone statue exploded directly, and countless fragments flew everywhere.

Mirabelle stood there in a daze. Even though she was a very smart girl, she had no idea how she should react. Her small chest was rising and falling, and her heart was beating violently, even feeling a little hot for some reason.

Could it be that a hero suddenly appeared and came to save her? No matter how noble her status was, no matter how pure her bloodline was, or how powerful she was, Mirabelle was still just a little girl after all, and she couldn't help but have some fantasies in her heart. At this moment, although she didn't know who was making trouble outside, she couldn't help but feel excited.

I even had a little strange thought in my mind. If this hero who suddenly appeared was a handsome, suave and elegant man, I would marry him. If he was just an old man, or a strong man as dark as an iron tower, I would work like a slave in my next life to repay him... This is what was written in the picture book.

As for the Holy Father, his face was almost distorted into a screaming shape.

The unspeakable hatred almost drove the Holy Father crazy.

This is the most beautiful bride I have met in all these days.

This bride, after receiving the blessing of the Holy Father, is likely to give birth to the Holy Son.

Although it has been experienced thousands of times, the Holy Father has never attached so much importance to the mating ritual as he does now.

But now, the ceremony that he had carefully prepared had been completely destroyed, and the cruel and tyrannical side of the Holy Father's character was completely aroused at this moment.

Seeing his men dying one after another around him, the Holy Father could no longer bear it. He suddenly opened his mouth wide, and the corners of his mouth were torn directly to his ears. His entire head was even divided into two completely different upper and lower parts.

The next moment, a vortex like a black hole suddenly appeared in the Holy Father's mouth.

It's like the eye of a cyclone.

A heart-pounding attraction erupted from the Holy Father's mouth, and the rain of swords in the sky were inevitably attracted to the vortex, and their direction suddenly changed, all being pulled towards the Holy Father's mouth.

Chapter 2 　　 　 (End of this chapter)