The holy light in Mona's eyes was pure, the holy will was majestic, and her powerful holy light faith and magical attainments were by no means false. This might not prove that the two were from the Papal States, but the powerful punching power they displayed was enough to shut Raymond up.
"You two, what are you going to investigate?" Raymond asked with his head down, his tone extremely respectful.
The other clergy left one after another, some of them in a hurry. Wayne saw it, but did not say anything. He took out the pamphlet of the Holy Church, showed his leadership authority, and scolded: "What's wrong with this Holy Church? How can you be a bishop? There is only one god in the Chosen Continent. Don't you understand this truth?"
"Well, please let me explain. The Templar Church is dependent on..."
"There's nothing to explain, it's heresy!"
Wayne spitted everywhere and scolded Raymond for two minutes. Raymond kept wiping his sweat. Seeing that Wayne was tired, he said with a bitter face: "You are a newcomer and don't know the true situation of the Holy Church. Please believe me, you will understand if you go there and see for yourself."
"Okay, I'll give you one more chance."
"This way please, I'll take you there."
Raymond led the way, with doubts in his eyes. He was curious about the true origins of Wayne and Mona, and also curious about their relationship.
The possibility of the Papal States investigating the envoy cannot be ruled out, but what does the hugging mean? Where did the pure nun go? If I'm not mistaken, it seemed like he touched her butt just now.
Raymond's eyes were clearly caught by Mona. He felt ashamed for a moment, but when he recalled the past, he found the joy of being punished.
Ever since she tasted the sweetness, Mona gradually got used to it and she hasn't had this feeling for a long time.
Raymond called several clergymen, and two cars, one in front and one behind, escorted the black sedan to the headquarters of the Templar Church.
In the night, car lights illuminated the road ahead. Three cars gradually drove out of the town and came to a barren field.
It was a dark, windy, foggy night in the wilderness, a classic place in textbooks for murder and corpse dumping.
The two cars in front and behind stopped. Mona turned off the engine and parked the car. Wayne opened the car door and asked in confusion, "Bishop Raymond, where is the headquarters of the Holy Church?"
"In hell."
Raymond looked sinister: "Send you two to hell. The headquarters of the Holy Templar Church is right there."
Wayne sighed and asked, "Bishop Raymond, are you controlled by the evil god, or have you always been like this?"
Raymond sneered without saying anything, waved his hand and asked the clergy around him to take action. Five or six of them operated skillfully, took out the pistols in their arms and pointed them at Wayne and Mona.
"Wait a moment!"
"What's wrong? Do you have any last words to say?"
"I guess so. I just want to know if the archbishop has also rebelled and how many clergy have been controlled by the evil god." Wayne clasped his hands together and said, "Look, I'm about to die. Can you let me die with my eyes closed?"
"You will know the whole truth in hell!"
Raymond was too lazy to say more, or maybe he knew nothing, so he waved his hand and ordered to shoot.
Bang bang bang!
Gunshots rang out continuously. Wayne and Mona stood still. Five or six gunmen were all shot in the arms and fell to the ground with pale faces.
Raymond looked into the darkness with a cold face, his eyes flashing: "Harrington, you are here too."
"Raymond, there are problems with both you and the Holy Church."
Harrington walked out of the darkness with a livid face, holding two pistols, wearing white clergy clothing, with a cross pendant around his neck. The painting style was very stitched.
"Just in time, I can kill you too."
The two men looked at each other, pulled out their pistols and shot at each other. After they ran out of bullets, they began to compete in holy light magic. As both were silver wizards, their special effects were very ordinary, which stunned Wayne who was watching.
He thought he was the protagonist.
Although Raymond is the bishop of the church, his high administrative level does not mean that he has strong magical attainments. He is no match for Harrington in terms of physical strength. After a few moves, he is forced to retreat under the scarecrow in the field.
The white clergyman's robe was cut by the wind blade, half of it stained red with blood. He growled in his throat, and his body suddenly swelled up, twisting into a ball and merging with the scarecrow behind him.
The scarecrow is three meters tall, tall and twisted, with an abnormally large head that forms a sharp contrast with its slender limbs. Its eyes are two empty black holes that are bottomless, and its mouth is grinning, revealing jagged and sharp fangs.
The limbs and torso were covered with a layer of pale skin, the fingers were like dry branches, and the fingertips were sharp like hooks. Rotten straw and torn hemp ropes inside the body protruded from the surface, emitting a disgusting stench.
"This is too weird!"
Wayne raised his eyebrows and expressed regret that he was late. Maybe Raymond was a clergyman before, but now...
The followers of the evil god have been contaminated by the knowledge of the void and there is no hope for their salvation even if they are cured.
"Roar, roar, roar—"
Beast-like roars were heard, and the gunmen who were shot and fell to the ground suddenly changed their bodies. They got on all fours and rushed quickly to surround Harrington.
Wayne and Mona became spectators again.
Wayne blinked, lost his rhythm, and prepared to snatch back the protagonist's script.
Before he could make a move, the besieged Harrington took out a cross pendant from his arms, muttered something, and his white robe glowed with golden light, forming a golden cross pattern on his back.
The combat uniforms of the Holy See combine defense and reinforcement into one, have excellent actual combat effects, and are highly praised by clergy.
After getting the amplification, Harrington waved his hand and grasped a holy light spear, fighting against the beast-like wolves and the weird scarecrow. The two sides fought back and forth, and it was hard to tell who was the winner, and the result was a 50-50 fight.
The fight lasted for ten minutes.
"Not bad, at least it has great endurance."
Wayne commented, narrowing his eyes slightly to disperse the distractions in his thoughts.
The pervasive whispering sounded in the ears of the wolves and the scarecrow. Affected by the sound, the mutated pale flesh could no longer maintain stability, the white foam collapsed and melted, and Harrington shot them one by one, stabbing them all to death.
Harrington was exhausted, panting like a dog after a big battle. Seeing Wayne and Mona still there, he frowned and walked forward: "You two, I just heard you say you are from the Papal States, do you have any evidence?"
Wayne patted his butt, and Mona's eyes sparkled with gold.
"This only proves that you are golden mages..."
Harrington shook his head slightly, and out of respect for the Golden Mage, he stopped talking midway.
"Okay, since you've seen through it, we won't act anymore. We're from St. Paul's Cathedral in London. We're members of the church's tactical team. We're here on the orders of Archbishop Gunther to investigate several sects that have emerged recently." Wayne said sincerely.
Harrington compared the strengths of both sides and chose to believe with difficulty. He frowned and said, "I was a member of the Guardian Knights of St. Patrick's Cathedral in Turin. I was sent here by the Archbishop to take over Raymond's position as Bishop. I just arrived not long ago..."
Harrington described the sudden rise of the Templars and the indifference of St. Patrick's Cathedral. He paused and continued, "I don't know if the Archbishop has also become a minion of the evil god like Raymond. I would like to remind you that the Archbishop is a powerful legendary wizard. If even he falls, the cultivation of the two golden wizards will not be able to cope with the crisis here. Leave now while there is still time."
"What about you?"
"I need to investigate further, at least to confirm the true purpose of the Templar Church and the identity of the Templar Catholic Church. Otherwise, words alone are not enough, and it is impossible to convey accurate information to the outside world based on speculation alone," Harrington said.
"How many people are there who can stay sober like you?"
"It's hard to say. I can only trust myself now."
Harrington picked up the guns on the ground and filled his ammunition depot, preparing to visit the Templar headquarters at night to collect as much useful intelligence as possible.
He was not sure whether Wayne and Mona were members of the Vatican, so he did not submit an application to form a team and drove away in one of the cars.
"Let's go, clear out all the hidden dangers, and uproot the Holy Temple tonight."
Wayne had almost gathered enough intelligence, and said to Mona in the car, "Go all out, don't show any mercy, and do everything as quickly as possible. Deal with the Templars and return to Dulin City immediately. I want to go to St. Patrick's. The Archbishop here is in big trouble."
Golden light shone in Mona's eyes, and the car drove straight to the headquarters of the Templar Church at the fastest speed.
The good news is that the egg processing plant is right near our headquarters, so we can do it all in one go.
…
The Templar Church's headquarters is located to the west of Fude Town. It was originally the ancestral home of an impoverished nobleman. After renovation, it became the Templar Church's headquarters. There are a lot of wastelands around it, so a temporary chicken farm was built.
There were too many moves and it was obvious that they were in a hurry, so the configuration in all aspects was not as formal as that of the Geocentric Religion, and it had the posture of a makeshift team.
Fortunately, the eggs grew quickly, so they quickly gained a large number of devout believers.
If you have eggs, you have faith. If you don't have eggs… wait until you have eggs tomorrow.
Food is the most important thing for people. People's belief is so simple and plain.
Harrington was afraid of alerting the enemy, so he stopped the car far away, followed the prepared investigation route, came to the backyard of the Templar headquarters, flipped over lightly, and landed inside the wall.
Looking up, two figures seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
Wayne and Mona.
Harrington: ...
He shuddered with fear, almost thinking that he had been exposed as soon as he sneaked in. He lowered his voice and said, "Why are you two here, and... so fast."
"There is a shortcut. We investigated it during the day."
Wayne explained enthusiastically and waved his hand to let Mona go in to deal with it. He stayed behind to cover the rear. Unless there were any accidents, he would not take action tonight.
Part of the Dark Goddess's thoughts are still sealed in Wayne's chest. Wayne's life level is stronger than the Dark Goddess, but his strength is too far away from the goddess, so even part of the goddess's thoughts will still consume him greatly.
Moreover, Wayne’s goal is not just to seal it, he wants to completely transform this part of his thinking into his own shape.
Just like Senna!
The Dark Goddess understood Wayne's thoughts, and the two sides continued to fight, which turned into a protracted war.
The Dark Goddess underestimated her enemy, or was too confident, and actively accepted the pollution, causing this part of her thinking to lose the possibility of maintaining its original state, and her defeat was inevitable.
How long the protracted war can last depends on how long she can persist.
The Dark Goddess has many means at her disposal. Faced with irreversible pollution and the sinister intentions written on Wayne's face, she sealed her will and set up a tortoise shell defense formation.
Wayne used almost all of his strength to pry open the turtle shell. As long as he succeeded, he could flatten or round this part of the mind as he pleased. Perhaps he could even gain more knowledge and the secrets of past history through this part of the mind.
There are so many benefits that he said he would never give up.
In addition, Wayne learned an important piece of information from Anastasia that was not a secret.
Gods cannot directly enter the God-chosen Continent.
Be it the Dark Goddess or any other goddess, including their subordinate gods, none of them can directly enter the God-chosen Continent and can only descend in the form of thoughts.
There are many options for descent, such as the saint of the church, the holy spirit with special physique, etc.
It is certain that the goddesses once walked freely on the God-chosen Continent, fought a war of faith, and sealed Togugeye, a follower of the ancient god, in the frozen continent.
For unknown reasons, it cannot descend now.
Anastasia didn't know the specific reason, but guessed it was related to God. God once unified the beliefs of the Chosen Continent, and this might be the key.
The reason why it is speculation rather than 100% confirmation is that angels from heaven cannot descend directly, but must enter the human world through reincarnation or mental descent.
Wayne was full of curiosity and increased his efforts to capture the Dark Goddess's mind. He was very curious about the past and wanted to know the whole truth.
Calculating the time, it would take less than a month for him to pry open the tortoise shell and the mouth of the Dark Goddess.
Back to the point, Wayne now tries not to exert any strength unless he can, and he brings his secretary Mona with him wherever he goes. The latter holds a cross and a holy spear of heaven, and with the guidance of evolution, her own strength has expanded rapidly, making her a very qualified fighter.
Wayne made a comparison and found that he was enough to deal with the former Lord of the Void. If the so-called Holy Temple Lord and the Lord of the Void were equally powerful, he could not be Mona's opponent.
Seeing Wayne staggering along as if he was visiting, Harrington called him unreliable. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly realized that he didn't even know Wayne and Mona's names.
It's so mysterious, there must be something strange.
boom!!!
A column of white light shot up into the sky, and a huge beam of light pierced the dark sky. The strong light illuminated in all directions, turning the entire night into day.
Harrington opened his mouth wide and looked up at the angel with wings on his back holding the holy spear. The surging holy power made him unable to utter a complete sentence.
"Angel……"
Generally speaking, clergymen at the gold mage level can condense a pair of small wings for themselves and start the initial angel evolution sequence.
This pair of wings is a pair of wings of pure energy. Only the descended angels can condense almost solid wings behind their backs due to the pure and powerful holy light.
That is the wings behind Mona.
Mona's expressionless face flashed through Harrington's mind, and he was very sure that she was an angel sent to the earth.
He had seen this scene in St. Patrick's Cathedral. The archbishop held the Bible and summoned angels to descend into the Holy Spirit. The angels who came to the world were also indifferent and expressionless, and they didn't care about anything except the devil.
"If she is an angel, then you..."
Harrington suddenly realized: "So you are Archbishop Gunther of St. Paul's Cathedral. I was rude before and failed to recognize you."
"I'm not Gunther."
"Are you really from the Papal States? Are you an investigator sent by the Pope?"
Harrington's eyes lit up. Wayne's unremarkable appearance instantly became casual and lazy because of the blessing of the Papal State, and his temperament was sanctified, full of the majesty of a savior.
"You might as well take a stab at it and continue to guess upwards."
"The next one up is an angel..."
"Steamed bun, don't I look like one?"
“…”
It's not a question of whether it looks like it or not, your expression is too lively.
Harrington smiled awkwardly and refused to go into the topic further. He looked up at Mona again. She shot down one cultist after another, sweeping the entire place, and no one could compete with her.
Boom!
Behind the Templar headquarters, in a makeshift chicken farm shack, an enormous tentacle rose from the ground, the scale of its magnificence and terror was jaw-dropping.
This tentacle stood in the darkness, reaching straight into the sky, as if to pierce through the layers of dark clouds and reach outer space. It was so large that it was enough to sweep across the entire town of Ford in an instant.
The surface of the tentacles was covered with slippery and sticky black oil stains, emitting an indescribable stench that made people want to vomit. At this moment, they were twisting and wriggling, making dull sounds.
Invisible waves spread out, squeezing the air to become extremely heavy, as if an irresistible natural disaster had come, causing Harrington to feel panic.
Swish!
A white light flashed, and Mona threw the Holy Spear of Heaven in her hand. The scorching white holy flames exploded with a roar, and almost in the blink of an eye, the tentacles exposed on the surface were burned clean.
This thing is really afraid of fire.
The underground part also became completely silent after a shrill wail.
The tentacles came quickly and left even faster. While Harrington was still in shock, the tentacles had already been burned clean.
Extreme panic followed by extreme shock and joy, he lost the ability to control his expression, looked at Wayne dryly, raised his hand and made some strange gestures.
Translated, it should be an exclamation like "Wow".
Mona waved her hand to recall the Holy Spear, golden light surged in her eyes, her thoughts enveloped her sight, penetrating the surface to look at the makeshift underground palace, she raised her five fingers, and a sword of judgment formed by the gathering of energy was thrown down by her.
The moment the sword light left Mona, the shadow of an angel gathered and formed, with six wings shining, holding the Sword of Judgment, and looking majestic and noble.
A wisp of dispersing breath made Harrington swallow his saliva.
So strong!
Wayne also thought so. St. George was worthy of the reputation of Dragon Slayer and Heavenly Father Knight. Just the evolution guided by a little blood had brought Mona's strength to an unprecedented level.
Fortunately, there is a written contract, otherwise it would be hard to say who rides who.
Deep in the underground palace, there is a twisted statue that resembles the Lord of the Void. At the moment the Sword of Judgment descended, the statue suddenly came to life.
After seeing the shadow of the angel holding the sword, the statue paused its recovery trend and allowed its body to be burned by the holy flame until it completely dissipated.
The Catholic Church of the Holy Trinity did not choose to reason with Mona. When he saw that the situation was not good, he ran away without even leaving his home.
The last time Wayne saw such a decisive evil god was last time. He confirmed that the other party was not a golden wizard. Judging from the style of the painting, he was definitely a legendary wizard.
"By analogy, the beliefs of several other sects are also the fallen legendary wizards..."
“To be able to gather so much at once…”
Wayne frowned and strode towards the headquarters of the Templar Church.
Mona descended from the sky, folded her wings and followed Wayne, with the holy spear pendant hung on her chest. After Wayne got the Sword of Oath, this holy spear of heaven became her exclusive weapon.
"Where are you going? Wait for me."
Harrington hurriedly chased after it and came to the street. Seeing the black car start, he leaned against the window and asked, "The Temple has been destroyed. What should I do next?"
"We're in a hurry. Now's not the time to talk about this."
"Where are you going?"
"We're in a hurry. Now's not the time to talk about this."
"At least tell me your name."
"I'm not exaggerating or criticizing you. I'm just in a hurry. We'll talk again when we have a chance. I'll definitely talk next time."
“…”
The black car drove away, leaving behind its ruthless taillights and a speechless Harrington.
With so much time to talk nonsense, is it difficult to say two names?
Harrington shook his head repeatedly. The Papal State's style of doing things was too high and he could not keep up at all. After thinking about it, he decided to return to the church to see who else remained sober and had not been affected by the evil god.
After two steps, he was surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.
Harrington's scalp tingled. He looked at the pairs of curious and gossipy eyes and swallowed hard.
He finally understood what time was in a hurry.
"This is too skilled..."
…
St Patrick's Cathedral, Turin.
Archbishop Hodgson, the head of the cathedral and the highest leader of the Holy See in the Republic of Ireland, stood in front of the cross with a blank expression.
In his ears was the noisy chattering of a group of evil gods, questioning him why an angel had come.
"Why did an angel come? You ask me, who should I ask?"
Hodgson has a sinister look and his eyes are full of ferocity, which forms a sharp conflict with the kind face of the old man with a white beard. As a militant faction in the Holy See and a strong man who personally directed the split of the Republic of Ireland, it is reasonable and logical for him to have a ruthless heart under his kind appearance.
But it's a little too cruel.
After an argument, Hodgson's face changed drastically. He hurriedly cut off his connection with the void, waved his hand to take out a Golden Rule Bible, and recited the Golden Rule words to summon angels to descend.
The crackling sounds of fighting and noise were heard outside the church. Hodgson remained calm and unhurried, chanting a spell in a low voice. Just before the church door was kicked open, he successfully summoned the angel with whom he had signed a contract.
This is a sure thing!
"That old man, are you the archbishop here?"
"I am here from the Papal States. You are in trouble!"
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