Chapter 416 The Father is Angry (3)
A strange roar, rolling in the air.
Impact it.
Let it wreak havoc.
Destroy it.
The roar of the Holy Father was like a terrifying tsunami, rolling up waves dozens of feet high and unleashing his power on the top of the Holy Mountain.
In the clouds, a huge, round, slender creature that was at least several hundred feet long was looming. Although Ron couldn't even get a glimpse of the true appearance of the creature due to the obstruction of the clouds, he could only see a rough outline.
But that indescribable pressure had already fallen on Ron's head like a mountain.
Almost in an instant, Ron felt an unbearable itching all over his body. He suddenly looked down and saw that tiny strips of flesh had appeared out of nowhere on his skin. They were constantly wriggling and growing on the epidermis, gradually evolving into scarlet strips of flesh.
The sound waves entered Ron's mind, his head suddenly hurt, and his thoughts became confused.
At this moment, the protection of the God of War on his neck suddenly released a burst of scorching heat, suppressing the disorder in his mind, temporarily dispelling the abnormality in his body, and returning his scattered thoughts to normal.
Ron's heart shuddered. He certainly understood what this picture represented: erosion and pollution.
If I continue like this, I'm afraid my body will turn into a flesh hedgehog. Although the protection effect of the God of War is powerful, it cannot be used unlimitedly.
From this perspective, the shadow that suddenly appeared in the sky might not be the projection of the Father God.
This kind of fierce erosion and pollution was enough to convince Ron that this so-called Father God was definitely an evil god, and that ordinary evil spirits could not possibly release such strong filth.
I really underestimated this guy, the Holy Father.
Ron didn't expect that this fat guy actually had the privilege of being able to communicate with the evil god at any time.
Originally, it was just because the Holy Father was too powerful and a head-on fight would do him no good, so he was going to try a sneak attack, giving the Holy Father a few extra seconds. Unexpectedly, this guy actually seized this opportunity and gave him a powerful attack directly.
He didn't have time to think about so much. He absolutely couldn't let this so-called Holy Father summon the evil god. Even if it was just a projection, he couldn't contend with it now.
He clenched the Eye of Dragon God with the five fingers of his right hand, and his body turned into a ray of light and flashed in front of the Holy Father. He raised the Eye of Dragon God and hit the Holy Father's round head with a stick.
The Holy Father is howling, begging for the gift of the Father once again.
He was caught off guard and unable to dodge, and his head took the impact of the Dragon God's Eye. His body staggered back a step, and his huge head was buzzing. His body was sluggish for a moment.
The weight of the Dragon God's Eye was quite exaggerated. It hit the Holy Father's forehead so hard that it cracked and his brain splattered.
However, this kind of injury was not worth mentioning for a being of the Father God's level, and the state of sluggishness and paralysis only lasted for a short moment. He soon returned to normal, gritted his teeth and raised his right hand, and a milky white scepter appeared in the palm of his hand.
The top of the scepter is inlaid with seven colored gems: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple.
This is the scepter bestowed by God the Father to the Holy Father to manage the believers under his command. It is a forced conscription of God the Father's authority.
The power of this scepter is by no means inferior to the Papal scepter of any of the seven orthodox churches, and it is even more powerful. After all, although the Papal scepter represents the authority of the Pope, it is actually forged by the believers themselves.
And this scepter is a gift from God, which means there are really few believers in this small town, otherwise the Holy Father would even dare to call himself the Pope.
The seven gems on the scepter represent seven powers.
The Father God is a very terrifying god. Even the Holy Father does not know the Father God’s true name and title, but the Holy Father knows very well what kind of power the Father God has, which is... devouring.
The supreme, merciful and compassionate Father God has the power to devour everything.
Whether it's a dragon, an elf or a human.
Whether it is energy or sword.
Everything that exists on the Dusk Continent is within the range of being devoured by the Father God.
Even the meteorites among the starry sky can be swallowed by the Father God and regarded as the most delicious food.
The magical energy swallowed by the Father God was purified and compressed by him, and then transformed into gems and inlaid on the scepter.
A green gem suddenly lit up, and a raging storm suddenly emerged in the sky. The dark gale swept across the sky and the earth, with bright silver-white lightning in between, like hideous tree branches. The huge top of the holy mountain was completely shrouded in the storm and lightning, and the destructive air waves seemed substantial.
Lightning storm!
Mirabelle's face changed slightly as she was dozens of meters away. She had already retreated very far away and thought that this distance was safe enough. But now, Mirabelle found that this distance was not enough. The area covered by any storm or lightning would be enough to drown her.
Gritting her teeth, Mirabelle was forced to retreat once again, even leaving the hilltop, and finally avoiding the range of the lightning storm.
Boom...Crack!
As soon as Mirabelle's figure disappeared from the suspension bridge, the eyes were instantly submerged by silver-white thunderbolts and pitch-black storms. The violent lightning bolts were like electric snakes, twisting and entangled, one layer after another.
In that distinct black and white light, everything shattered and disappeared.
The Elf Queen's eyelids were twitching. She couldn't see clearly what the center of the storm looked like, but she could clearly see that the originally highest mountain peak was constantly being cut down. In a short period of time, the height of the mountain dropped by dozens of meters.
Mirabelle couldn't see clearly, but the Holy Father knew very well. He could clearly sense that the breath of that damn bastard was still in the center of the lightning storm. He seemed to have not been affected at all, without even the slightest disorder.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The Holy Father was not in a hurry and he waved the scepter in his hand again.
Several more lightning bolts leaped out of thin air, entwined together, and turned into a giant silver-white python. It opened its ferocious mouth and swallowed towards the center of the lightning storm.
Chirping and chattering.
In the smoke and dust that covered the sky, the shields on Ron's body shattered like paper.
The electric python's fangs scratched Ron's head, and half of his head shattered, turning into countless charred pieces of flesh and bones that splashed all around.
However, the body that lost half of its head did not fall down. Its heartbeat continued. As a soft white light surged through his body, Ron's body immediately returned to normal.
Ostara's heartbeat has the strongest recovery ability in the entire Dusk Continent. As long as you don't die instantly and as long as you still have a breath, it can pull you back from the brink of death.
In the midst of the sandstorm, Ron crossed his fingers and said, "Forbidden spell."
"Heaven."
In the blink of an eye, a milky white church appeared out of nowhere.
Perhaps, this church is not as majestic and magnificent as the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, but it is enough to protect Ron's body.
Dawn system, the strongest defensive magic.
Sizzle...
The storm raged in heaven, and the electric pythons streaked along the walls of heaven, raising a string of sparks. Even though the earth was shaking, heaven remained unmoved, without any sign of damage.
There were even circles of milky white light spreading out, and the roaring gale and the raging electric python were suppressed by the power that emanated from the heaven, and there were even signs that it was about to subside.
The two sides are fighting.
The Holy Father also gave it his all, and his screams became sharper and more miserable. Dark clouds quickly gathered above his head, pressing down, making the already gloomy town and the holy mountain even more depressing.
In the distance, Mirabelle's body was trembling, and her wide eyes released indescribable fear.
At the foot of the holy mountain, thousands of so-called believers are gradually gathering from all around the holy mountain. They are crawling on the ground with fear on their faces, weird noises coming out of their mouths, their foreheads pressed tightly against the cold floor, declaring their surrender in fear.
They couldn't understand that kind of power, they only knew... God the Father was angry!
Here is the third chapter. There will be more after twelve o'clock.
(End of this chapter)