Chapter 275: The Saint is Just a Tool
Fang Zuo pinched [Momoki Kanonai]’s chin.
"Finally I came out. I've been hiding for long enough."
[Momoki Kanonai] struggled violently, trying to break free from Fang Zuo's restraints.
The power of incense is boiling all over the body.
As if responding to her call.
A huge holy light came rapidly from the distant space.
Cross the distance.
It appeared above her head, cutting through space.
Like a searchlight beam, it enveloped [Momoki Kanono]
Gulp it down.
Fang Zuo was somewhat interested in this method of energy transfer, so he loosened his hand and let go of [Momoki Xiangzhina].
Looking forward to her performance.
Under the continuous infusion of holy light, pink energy fluctuations appeared behind her, illuminating the entire bedroom.
Her hair gradually turned white, and her long hair gradually became shorter.
Two different colored eyes, one green and one purple.
The peach-red lips also become moist and plump.
There was a flash of light on his body, and the black ceremonial robe covered his entire body.
Looking at Fang Zuo coldly.
"Heretic!!" The black-patterned gauntlet on Momoki Kanonai's little hand emitted smoke that materialized into energy.
She grabbed the samurai sword at an angle, and the hem of her black ceremonial robe fluttered slowly.
The infusion of holy light gave her unlimited confidence.
She slashed at him with a knife.
Fang Zuo was too lazy to talk to her, and the endless spiritual pressure bound Momoki Kanonai again.
Ignore the look of disbelief on her face.
He saw another huge holy light breaking through the space and pouring over from afar, but was intercepted by Fang Zuo's big hand.
Feel the energy composition inside.
White light flickered and jumped in his hands.
It's nothing more than the essence of incense power wrapped in a deceptive shell to deceive believers.
but.
How is such precise energy transmission achieved?
It turns out that there are still many things in these religions that Taoism cannot understand.
The infusion of spiritual power has been done before, and initiation is also a common thing in Taoism.
However, Taoism is absolutely unable to achieve this kind of infusion of precise coordinates across time and space.
At least it is something that I cannot do at my current level.
"It seems that I didn't hit you lightly last time. The fact that you dare to take up a knife shows that you are not afraid yet." Fang Zuo said with a smile as he looked at [Momoki Kanonai] who was tied up again.
Hear the word 'pump'.
[Momoki Kanonai]'s cold and solemn little face revealed fear as she recalled the feeling of being beaten to death and having her soul scattered that day.
Although she couldn't move her body, the samurai sword in her hand slashed quickly, creating a small crack in the space.
Various scenes were reflected in the small opening in the space, and a small world of incense appeared before her.
"Are you going to run away again?" Fang Zuo sneered, "I don't have time to play these chasing games with you today."
The divine thought crushed it.
Instantly smooth out the spatial fluctuations in this small world.
With a squeeze of his big hand, the pure white holy light in his hand was also shattered.
Inhaled into the flesh.
The few clay sculpture lines added by Acala absorbed the essence of incense power that was transmitted and intercepted by Fang Zuo, and they sprouted new life like a dry field being irrigated by spring water.
Fang Zuo tied up Momoki Kanonai's limbs again.
"Want to discuss it?" Fang Zuo pinched Momoki Kanonai's little face and looked at her expression as she glared at him.
"Return this body to her, and I'll let you go back to your little world." Fang Zuo said, "How about that? It's a fair deal."
"You're lying. If I do that, you'll strangle me to death in an instant." [Momoki Kanono] struggled again, then gave up and said, "You didn't say whether you'll let me go alive or dead."
"I didn't expect you to be so smart." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "Then I can promise you now that I will let you go back alive."
"It's useless." [Momoki Kanono] said, and saw the man's expression suddenly turned cold: "It's not that I disagree, you have also seen our souls, intertwined."
"They are intertwined and inseparable. If you kill me, you will be killing her." Momoki Kanonai said with a sneer.
"So." Fang Zuo frowned.
"Why don't you let me go, which is equivalent to letting her go. The body is still hers. I will naturally replace her after I complete the task." said [Momoki Kanono].
"No need, I have a way to get you to replace her now." Fang Zuo said.
He ripped off her black ceremonial dress.
Revealing the soft and plump buttocks.
"What are you going to do!!" [Momoki Kanono] screamed loudly.
"Why are you screaming? It's not like you haven't experienced it before." Fang Zuo picked up the samurai sword with engraved patterns that she had thrown on the ground, smiled and walked closer holding the handle: "Of course I have a way to wake her up. Have you forgotten what happened last time?"
He grabbed her samurai sword and slapped it hard on [Momoki Kanono]'s buttocks.
'Snap.
[Momoki Kanonai] screamed in pain. The immense pain made her lie on the edge of the bed in a cold sweat.
"Does it look familiar?" Fang Zuo looked at a red knife mark across two pieces of snow-white buttocks.
Even the patterns engraved on the body were imprinted on the skin of the buttocks.
"No, I can't. This is her body. If you hurt me, she won't feel good either." [Momoki Kanono] raised her head and watched the samurai sword approaching again, shaking her head in fear.
"That's not right, she will like it very much, and you too," Fang Zuo said with a smile.
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North America.
Inside the headquarters of the Protestant Cathedral.
Archbishop Martin Luther held the golden scepter in both hands, sat in the church chair and stared closely at the fluctuations of data on the screen.
After the multinational religious conference ended, the rest of the affairs would naturally be handed over to national forces to coordinate.
The era of the integration of politics and religion has long passed.
The influence of religion is ultimately limited within a red line.
The clergy kept looking at several screens, reporting the data.
"The chip inside the Saint's body has been activated."
"The energy fluctuations within the Saint's body are normal."
"The holy light anchor point within the Saint's body sends out a demand signal."
"The Saint's true soul has awakened, and the signal from the Holy Light Anchor Point has increased."
"The Holy Light Anchor of Heaven has responded."
"The holy light of heaven descended at 30°00′ north latitude and 120°35′ east longitude."
"It is confirmed that this is the location of the Saint in the center of Tokyo."
Archbishop Martin Luther nodded after listening to the report and ordered, "Connect the Saint's communicator. I want to talk to her."
"yes."
After a long busy signal, someone finally answered the phone.
"Your Majesty the Great Religious Master" The voice of [Momoki Kanonai] came from the audio.
"Your Excellency, are you okay?" Archbishop Martin Luther frowned.
"..No..It's alright, um..um." Momoki Kanonai said in a low voice in the audio: "Not long ago, I eliminated a..um. a heretic named Frey Velik, and the holy light in my body is a little exhausted."
"Frei Verric? The once powerful [Hand of Holy Light]?" Archbishop Martin Luther was delighted. "After betraying Protestantism, this guy killed more than a dozen of our Disciple Knights and fled for decades. It turns out that he is hiding in Tokyo, Japan."
"As expected of Her Excellency the Saint, if this [Hand of Holy Light] didn't have the Saint, I'm afraid only the Holy Spirit could kill him."
"Saint, no wonder we can't find your holy light anchor signal. It turns out you had a great battle with him." Archbishop Martin Luther gently tapped the marble floor with the golden scepter in his hand. "How long will it take to recover? We need you to eliminate a Japanese woman named Abe Nosuke. She is also one of the targets marked on the oracle."
"Well, it will take some time." The voice on the other end of the line gradually became weaker and intermittent.
"Your Excellency, if you need it, please ask the Holy Light Anchor Point of Heaven for the infusion of Holy Light." Archbishop Martin Luther frowned and said, "I heard that something is wrong with your condition."
"Yeah I got it. Ugh!"
"Then I will not disturb Her Excellency the Saint's recuperation." Archbishop Martin Luther finished speaking.
Beep, beep, beep. The other party has hung up.
Archbishop Martin Luther looked at the black screen and slowly closed his eyes.
After thinking for a moment, he paced back and forth in the cathedral.
"Is there any problem with the saint's data?" asked Archbishop Martin Luther.
"There is no problem, Your Majesty, the fluctuation is very normal." The clergyman replied: "Your Majesty, there is something abnormal now"
"Speak!" Archbishop Martin Luther said in a deep voice.
"The Holy Light Anchor Point of Heaven is continuously transmitting Holy Light energy, almost without stopping."
"Are the location coordinates correct?"
"It's normal. It's the same coordinate as before. It's at the location of Tokyo Women's College in the center of Tokyo. However, with such a large amount of holy light energy transmitted, the body of the Saint should have been saturated long ago." The clergyman looked at the still motionless curve and said, "It's still in a weakened state."
"Is the injury really that serious?" Archbishop Martin Luther took a deep breath and paced back and forth.
He knew the strength of the Hand of Holy Light, and he himself had suffered at his hands.
If the Saint was able to kill him, then her current physical weakness is very reasonable.
but.
I always feel like something is wrong.
Archbishop Martin Luther suddenly opened his eyes.
He reached out and grabbed a nun who was wearing only a black nun's robe and a white headscarf.
He pushed her down onto the long white dining table.
The buttocks are towering.
Sweep away the fine silverware from the dining table.
"Your Majesty. Ah." The nun let out a scream.
Hearing this familiar voice, Archbishop Martin Luther took a deep breath, retracted the golden scepter, and let go of the nun on the table.
"Is the Holy Light Anchor still transmitting energy?"
"It has stopped, Your Majesty. The signal from the Holy Light Anchor Point in Heaven is very weak. It should be that the Holy Light Anchor Point in Heaven is beginning to fail." The clergyman whispered.
Even he found it hard to believe. It was the first time in all these years that he saw the holy light of heaven fade away.
"Pay close attention to all movements of Her Excellency the Saint. If the Holy Light Anchor Signal of the Saint's True Soul continues to have no response, report it immediately." Archbishop Martin Luther turned and walked into the depths of the church.
Passed through a long stone corridor.
Walk through a well-kept garden.
Finally kneeling before a huge statue of Christ.
Close your eyes and pray devoutly.
"Lord, your servant listens to your teachings."
A straight cylindrical holy light descended from the sky and shone in front of the statue of Christ.
A ball of blue flame appeared faintly in the holy light.
It has no fixed shape, but simply emits energy fluctuations.
"The holy light anchor point of heaven has failed. What happened? Why is so much holy light energy needed?" The blue flame made strange sounds.
After entering the mind of Archbishop Martin Luther, it became American English.
"Mr. Arbitrator, something may have happened to the Saint." Archbishop Martin Luther said, "The details are still unclear. I suspect the body is beginning to resist the subject's consciousness."
"Impossible. This is the most perfect body ever created in this experiment. With the current civilization here, it is impossible to decode the programmed subject consciousness." Blue Guangyan said, "Unless there is external energy interference, causing deviations in the data."
"These are just my guesses. We will observe closely and then draw the final conclusion." Archbishop Martin Luther said with his head down.
"Then what is the purpose of your request for an audience?"
"Reporting to the Lord Arbitrator, the situation in Tokyo, Japan is somewhat complicated. There is not only the Japanese woman in the oracle, but also the parasite of the Messiah. At present, our strength is very insufficient. If the body is in an accident, I beg the Lord to let a Holy Spirit descend."
"Is that the only thing? The Messiah is very important, it would be best if we could seize her. If not, then we should destroy her completely. I will report what you said."
"Praise the Lord, the eternal Lord, the almighty Lord." Archbishop Martin Luther prostrated himself deeply.
In the dormitory of Tokyo Women's University.
Fang Zuo watched [Momoki Kanonai] below him hang up the phone, and the reward made her scream again.
Waves of holy light poured through the space.
The woman was sweating profusely and was terrified.
These were intercepted one by one by Fang Zuo.
Fang Zuo absorbed these waves of holy light with joy, and the Taoist patterns of Asura and Acala in his body swallowed these energies.
The holy light of heaven is really obedient.
Fang Zuo ignored the woman's struggle and seemed to be lost in thought.
Unfortunately, the holy light that was infused through space gradually began to fade, from being pure to mottled, and finally it was no longer transmitted.
Momoki Kanona was unconscious on the bed, her white hair began to fade away, and her short hair began to grow longer.
The coldness and pain on the little face gradually disappeared.
Turned into a satisfied look.
After Sakura Kurumi finished the multinational government meeting.
He opened the door, walked out of the car, and returned to the police communications vehicle.
"Director, all teachers, students and nearby residents have left the venue, and no abnormalities have been found so far."
"We are the same. The other exits have also passed the inspection one by one. There is nothing unusual."
The three section chiefs reported in unison.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Let's pack up now." Sakura Kurumi nodded.
"Yes." The three section chiefs responded and went out.
The phone rang.
Sakura Kurumi looked at the incoming call.
Home Affairs Minister Hiroshi Kojima called.
"I'm really sorry to bother you so late at night. What do you think about this matter, Director Sakura Kurumi?" Interior Minister Kojima Hiroshi said in a serious tone, "Do you have any opinion on the handling of Messiah discussed in the meeting just now?"
"It's okay, Mr. Interior Minister. I'm still handling official business." Yingkong Kurumi smiled and said, "As for your opinions, to be honest, it's hard for me to understand. It's not just me. From the meeting rooms of various countries just now, I can see that no one understands."
Yingkong Kurumi sighed and continued, "It may not be accurate to say that they don't understand. The real fact is that no one believes it at all."
"It's normal not to believe it. With the current scientific and military strength, how could these countries believe in such a doomsday catastrophe? I'm afraid even Washington, the European Union and Moscow, the governments of these three religions, don't believe it. Besides, Mr. Kojima Hiroshi, do you believe it?"
Home Affairs Minister Hiroshi Kojima hesitated slightly, but finally shook his head with a wry smile.
"So, even we don't believe it, let alone them." Yingkong Kurumi said as she sorted out the things in the car. She gestured to the driver to drive and continued, "From the expressions of their government officials and how the specific measures were negotiated in the meeting just now, it can be seen that no one believes it at all."
"It's just a perfunctory response to religious demands, just to put on a show for these religious giants to see."
"These government officials would rather believe that the Third World War is about to begin, or that the world will be destroyed by a nuclear explosion, than believe that the so-called Messiah will come and destroy the world."
Interior Minister Yu Kojima nodded: "If you pay attention to the expressions of those government officials, you will know that they almost laughed."
"It's understandable. After all, even if Jesus stood in front of them, it would only take a round of particle pulse sweeps for them. At worst, it would only take a few missiles loaded with particle stimulators. Even if it still doesn't work, it would only take a nuclear bomb to end everything." Yingkong Kurumi sneered:
"As for the so-called Messiah? In their minds, how many anti-land missiles can the Messiah withstand? The so-called nurturer is nothing but alarmist."
"Although each country has a history of flood records, we cannot say that it was caused by the Messiah, the Judge. As for the creatures that the Messiah, the Nurturer, raised to replace humans, even these religions do not know what kind of creatures they are."
"Can they withstand a few bullets, or a sweep from an AK47? Can they make powerful weapons? If not, how can they replace humans?"
"These are the true thoughts of the people from various countries just now, so all their proposals just now are nothing more than one, hoping that the relevant departments of the Japanese government will pay attention to it, that's all."
“I believe that after this meeting, they won’t even care how we do it because it’s too far away.”
"Only Protestants, Catholics and Orthodox Christians still believe deeply in this kind of thing, and they are just trying to cope with these religions."
"I understand. Everything is under your control, Sakura Sora Kurumi." Interior Minister Kojima Yu took off his glasses and rubbed his brows tiredly: "You should have retired long ago at your age. You were woken up by something as small as the end of the world. Nothing is more important to me than sleep."
"Good night, Mr. Home Minister." Sakura Kurumi said with a smile.
"You should also go to bed early, Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall Master. Your dedication to your work is obvious to all, but you can't joke with your health." Interior Minister Kojima Yu said: "The long-term stability of Tokyo still depends on you."
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8 o'clock in the morning.
There are only a few people working in the office building of the Tokyo Supreme Public Prosecutors Office.
After all, normal working hours are 9 o'clock.
Hojo Sakurana, wearing a gray suit and a white shirt, was flipping through the case files.
She picked up her coffee and took a sip only to find it was empty.
This was her fifth cup of coffee all night.
She stretched, stood up, and casually did a few yoga moves.
Under the grey uniform skirt, a pair of plump and beautiful legs are wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.
I looked at the time and found that it was only 8 o'clock, so no one should come to work.
Sit back down and put your beautiful legs on the table.
Close your eyes and take a nap for a while.
Because I was too tired, I ignored the sound of high heels hitting the floor.
suddenly.
A slightly sharp object scraped across the soles of her feet wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.
She suddenly opened her eyes, as if she had been electrocuted, and her legs clamped together.
The center of the sole of her foot is one of her most sensitive areas.
"It's you!!" Hojo Sakura quickly pulled back her legs and put them back under the table.
The little face, slightly flushed, looked up at the person who came.
Sure enough, she was the only one who knew her sensitive areas.
Miura Masami smiled triumphantly, laughing until he was out of breath.
She finally stopped, her face flushed, like a young girl in love.
She had her hair tied up, wore earrings, and was wearing a crimson sweater.
The tight shorts were tightly wrapped around the thighs.
Beneath a stretch of snow-white thigh skin is the wide elastic band of black stockings.
Masami Miura sat down on the desk next to Sakura Hojo, crossing her beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings.
Her feet were wiggling up and down as she rocked her black high heels comfortably.
The black stockings are stretched by the white instep, making the color change from light to dark.
"How about it? You didn't expect that it was me." Miura Masami pushed her glasses and looked at Hojo Sakurana with one hand on the table.
A few strands of hair fell down, making her look a little charming.
"Justice Miura Masami, this is not a court, you have come to the wrong place." Hojo Sakura snorted, "Also, please get off the table, aren't you afraid that someone will come in and see your dissolute behavior, which will damage the reputation of your famous Miura family?"
"Who would come at this time?" Miura Masami changed her legs and clasped them together, sneering, "Only a workaholic like you would work overtime day and night. You must have stayed up all night. This is already your fourth all-nighter this month."
"How do you know?" Hojo Sakura straightened her eyebrows under her white shirt and frowned, "Did you ask about me?"
"Do I need to ask about it?" Miura Masami said disdainfully, "These prosecutors come to my house to visit my elders, and eight out of ten times they talk about gossip about you. What's wrong? Is your waist sore again?"
After saying this, Masami Miura stretched out her legs and pushed Hojo Sakura's waist with her toes wrapped in stockings.
"Don't move." Hojo Sakurano dodged the tip of the black stockings and frowned, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, leave. I don't have time to entertain you."
"Why are you hiding? I always gave you massages like this before." Miura Masami snorted unhappily, "Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?"
"Miura Masami, I've known you for a long time. For a woman like you, nothing is more important than your family's reputation. The second most important thing is your utilitarianism, and the last is vanity." Hojo Sakura sneered, "Don't play the emotional card with me again. If you have something to say, just say it. Otherwise, I will ask the guards to ask you to leave. A chief justice of the Tokyo Supreme Court was asked to leave the Supervisory Office by the guards. I don't think you would be happy to see this scene."
"Sakura Kurumi!" Miura Masami said, "I came here for her business."
(End of this chapter)
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