No one knew what method Baru used. Even if Hong Chengzhi's leg muscles were contracted as tightly as possible, the blood could not be stopped from seeping out of the skin.
Moreover, the sea water was unable to offset the powerful inertia of the throw. His body hit the cold sea water with such force that Hong Chengzhi could hardly move his arms and legs to struggle.
“Boom…”
His head suddenly felt dizzy and Hong Chengzhi realized that he had touched the bottom of the sea.
There was no air and my head was dizzy. My whole body ached. It was dark around me and I didn't know how deep I was under the sea. But vision was not a problem for Hong Chengzhi who had just entered the country.
The key point is... the smell of his blood is lingering above, and now there are many huge black shadows gathering here. Some of them seem slow but are actually moving at an astonishing speed, while others cannot even be seen clearly in the sea water as they swim.
"Baru, you really want me to die..."
…
On the glacier above the sea, Baru stood on the shore, took out a lighter and lit a cigarette.
“Hiss~~~”
He took a deep puff and finished one-third of the cigarette, then kicked his legs downward.
With a "bang", pieces of shattered ice were shaken up and accurately caught in Baru's right hand.
Without even aiming, he shook his arms frequently and the ice cubes flew out into the water like cannonballs.
A strange giant eel and a transparent squid were respectively brushed by this "cannonball". Even though it did not hit them, the strong water flow still created stimulation enough to produce strong pain, causing these deep-sea monsters to flee away from here.
…
The Holy Kingdom of Light, a mountainside resting place on the Holy Mountain of Zarma, the Gospel Mountain.
The exhausted Sword Saint Degni and his entourage were resting here. They were arranged to stay here temporarily, waiting for the summons from the Archbishop of the Church.
It is morning and more than seventy people are gathered together for breakfast.
There are some long tables here, each table can accommodate at least twenty people on both sides, and several tables together are enough for everyone to dine together indoors.
Paladins, bishops and some high-level priests were originally qualified to go to better places to rest and eat, but they were willing to stay here together.
Breakfast was some simple bread, vegetables and broth, but at least it was hot, which was very delicious for everyone who hadn't had a soft meal in days.
“Crack, crack…” “Gurgle, gurgle…”
Even the bishop of the city-state of Fanite, who had once lived a life of luxury, ate like a soldier, devouring his food without any image.
Several priests and attendants from the Holy Mountain came over with carts filled with freshly made bread and vegetables. They were all worried when they saw the way those people were eating.
But among these people there were not only bishops, but also successors, so no one dared to laugh at them.
"When will the Archbishop summon us?"
Leit looked at the several Holy Mountain priests going away, and said to Bishop Neillo beside him.
Neillo drank the hot soup in his hand, glanced at the silent swordsman, and squinted his eyes to look towards the top of the mountain.
"We just arrived last night. Although the Archbishop should have seen us immediately given the urgency of the matter, it is understandable that he didn't. But now it's daybreak, and it seems that no one has come to inform us..."
"Master Swordmaster, Leit and I will go to the Archbishop after breakfast."
Given the status of Neillo and Leyte, they should be able to see the Archbishop directly. Although it is not to the extent that the Archbishop would forget such an important matter, it would be good to urge him appropriately.
Qin Xiaoxia just nodded slightly.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
There were no many words, no advice or reminders, but Leit and Neillo, who felt they had begun to understand the character of the Sword Saint, understood that this was the Sword Saint Degni's trust in them.
The two of them didn't waste any more time talking, ate a little more, and quickly left.
But in fact, when they arrived at the Holy Mountain last night, the Archbishop did not rest, but briefly met with other bishops and powerful figures in the Holy Mountain, but no one came to remind Leyte and Neillo.
Sometimes, an apparently smart person cannot see clearly some things because he is in the wrong situation. This is true for the people in the Holy Mountain, and it is no exception for Leit and Neillo.
Neillo and Leyte are no longer the same people they were a few months ago. In the eyes of the powerful people in the Holy Mountain, they have gathered a lot of power in just a few months.
There are city-state lords, kings of small countries, elites of local churches, and unaffiliated ranger adventurers. They already have a force that cannot be ignored, and their influence is growing.
In the eyes of the people of the Holy Mountain, the so-called legendary ancient swordsman Degni could never exist and was purely fabricated by Neillo and others.
The archbishop and others who are fighting wits and courage with the air are also very busy.
And what about Neil Lowe and Leyte?
During this period of time, they witnessed the crisis and realized how corrupt the church was. However, they were church members after all, and had deep feelings for the church and a firm belief in God.
They firmly believed that as the spokesperson of God, the Church of Light would shoulder the historical mission, and they were eager to realize this and change the Sword Master's view of the church.
…
Seeing how hurriedly they left, Qin Xiaoxia had no intention of reminding them that the so-called archbishop did not take this matter as seriously as they imagined.
"Intelligent beings... without restraints and guidance, the inherent desires will always sprout excessively... Is destruction sought... or is it caused..."
"Master Sword Saint, were you speaking just now?"
A demon hunter nearby turned his head to look at the swordsman Degni in confusion. He seemed to have heard sighs and whispers just now.
"Haha, I guess so..."
…
The Archbishop of the Garden District of the Holy Mountain was walking alone in the corridor of an old church building.
After the small gathering and discussion last night, for some reason, he tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.
It's like there are countless annoying noises ringing in my ears, but they will immediately become quiet if I listen carefully.
This drowsy and groggy state lasted for most of the night before I finally fell asleep.
But the noisy environment in his dream was even more exaggerated. In his dream, he was like a headless fly, wandering around as if looking for something.
On the eve of the Sun's Heart lighting up again, the archbishop with dark circles under his eyes suddenly woke up from his bed.
The noisy sound that had been tormenting him all night seemed to be clear for a moment in his trance.
"Find it... find it... find the light... the ancient... beneath the idol... find it..."
The archbishop was in a hurry and had already searched several old church buildings on the top of the mountain. For some strange reason, he did not tell anyone and did not ask anyone for help.
The archbishop's priests, servants, and guards who met him along the way all thought there was something strange about him.
After searching everywhere he could think of, the archbishop finally remembered that the current central church was rebuilt at least one or two hundred years ago, and most of the items in the original central church had been abandoned.
But things like statues of gods are generally not thrown away casually, and people dare not throw them away casually.
At the end of the corridor, a dilapidated wooden door appeared in front of us. Few people walked on this road a year. Occasionally, when there was "garbage" that was inconvenient to discard directly, someone would send it to this place.
“Crack…”
The old door was pushed open, and a thick cloud of dust immediately floated out.
“Ahem… these guys, weren’t we told to keep every place in the Holy Mountain clean and tidy?”
As you walked inside, you could see footprints everywhere, and the dust was almost half an inch thick.
'The idol!'
The warehouse is large, but the statue of the God of Light holding up the Heart of the Sun is also very conspicuous. There are not just one, but at least more than twenty of them.
There were obviously quite a few statues that were replaced, but the most eye-catching one was naturally the tallest one.
The archbishop also went straight to the first target, walked quickly closer and carefully observed the huge statue about three meters tall.
It is gray in color, with tiny cracks in many places. The face of the God of Light is also different from that of modern statues. I walked around it but didn't find any other features.
"Yes, the bottom!"
The archbishop squatted down and walked around the statue again, little by little. At a certain moment, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
'Here!'
There is a large crack in one corner of the square base at the bottom of the statue. I don't know which generation of priests filled it with hard mud, but it has now cracked again.
The angle of sunlight was just right at this time, and light shone in from several windows above the warehouse. The archbishop also immediately noticed the reflection in the crack.
'There's something in there!'
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