Chapter 153: Holy Gun Durandal

Under the thick blood of unknown.
　　
　　 In the most prosperous city center of "Newin Harbor", stands a gorgeous cathedral. White marble base, towering spires and exquisite pillars, decorated with tens of thousands of famous sculptures, extremely luxurious and noble without losing the majesty and solemnity, it is the sanctuary "Nyin Cathedral" of the "Goddess of Kingship and Navigation" here. .
　　
　　 Even this city that has not really risen for many years is named after this church. It is conceivable that this church, which was established even before the harbour, has such an influence here!
　　
　　 But at this moment, the solemn and solemn Newin Cathedral in the past, under the exquisitely shaped towering spire unexpectedly came out with a panic shout:
　　
　　 "Quick! Quick! Quick! Start surgery!"
　　
In the rotunda surrounded by mythological murals, a group of at least hundreds of clergymen wearing black robes, uniformly holding a black pig-iron cross with an anchor point at the lower end, stand around the raised dome in the center of the hall. Perfect circle.
　　
　　 Everyone is praying silently, silent.
　　
　　 Suddenly heard the cry of the middle-aged priest who came in the door. The black-robed priests who had been prepared for a long time seemed to have a sharp heart. They did not need any words, and they all began to recite the words of the goddess!
　　
　　 Everyone’s different timbres merge into one at this time, turning into the same sound. This low buzzing sound carrying a certain mysterious power is continuously amplified, echoed, and amplified by the circular dome.
　　
　　 At the top of the building's spire, a tall black iron cross gradually showed a milky white light that began to spill out. As the priests continued to chant, the milky white light became stronger, and then spread out instantly like water waves.
　　
　　 gradually spread across the city...
　　
　　【Divine Art·Quiet Sleep! 】
　　
　　 As the "ghost ship" and the "dead soul box" and "murder ghost" on it were blown up and destroyed, the "rogues" that caused the turmoil have all lost all sources of power.
　　
　　 The "rogues" who have not undergone distortion fall on the spot without knowing their life or death, while those who have undergone distortion will directly turn into blood mist and disappear completely in the air.
　　
　　 Soon, only the citizens who escaped the panic in the city were hiding in their homes and shivering, and a few of the bolder ones probed their heads and carefully checked the movement on the street.
　　
　　 When the milky white magical ripples released by the cathedral passed by, the citizens who were awakened by the large-scale turmoil at night reproduced heavy sleepiness, and ordinary people fell to the ground and fell asleep without even the slightest resistance.
　　
　　 噗通.. 噗通...
　　
　　 In the city, the sound of falling to the ground rang out. As for whether they will catch a cold tomorrow or whether they will wake up, no one cares anymore.
　　
　　 Because the real disaster has come.
　　
　　God can’t look directly at it!
　　
　　 This is the first taboo that every extraordinary person is told after setting foot on the extraordinary.
　　
　　 Personality, mystery, and the conceptual information carried by the gods themselves, unintentionally leaked can instantly crush a human's fragile mind and soul, and it will be "polluted" from the mind to the body.
　　
　　 This is also the reason why the church saw that the situation was irreversibly bad and immediately let all citizens sleep.
　　
　　 Although the methods are simple and rude, they are very effective at this time.
　　
　　 "Your Excellency?" The middle-aged priest standing at the door breathed a sigh of relief after the magical technique took effect, and bowed to a thin old man standing outside the door for instructions.
　　
　　 In this world, both the Orthodox Church and the Cthulhu Church have the same level of clergy.
　　
Pope (also known as Patriarch, usually the pinnacle of Tier 4), Bishop (usually Tier 3, the level of Archbishop is equivalent to Tier 4 Extraordinary), Master (usually Formal Extraordinary Tier 2, Grand Master Tier 3), Priest ( Equivalent to a first-tier apprentice).
　　
　　 Their path is called "Priests"!
　　
　　Because of being attached to the gods, this road is safe, stable and capable. As long as the almost eternal gods do not have problems, they will always hold the thickest thighs in the world.
　　
　　 However, the identity of the so-called "priest" is difficult to be recognized by the transcendents.
　　
In the final analysis, everything they have comes from the grace of gods. Their mortal nature has never changed. If one day loses the favor of gods, everything they once possessed will be lost instantly, even if they were once the noble pope, they will also fall. dust.
　　
　　 However, despite this, the bishop who appeared at the door at this time was already an upper-level power in the church, even if he counted the churches in the entire Kingdom of Falitis, there was not much.
　　
　　 "The situation has not deteriorated to the most serious point. What ran out was really just a projection."
　　
The old bishop Benedit, who did not dare to look up at the sky directly, just used some kind of detection spell with the help of the goddess power to observe the movement of the evil god. At this time, he saw the reality of the evil god, and his tight nerves were slightly loosened. .
　　
　　 "Please take out the Holy Gun Durandal!"
　　
　　 Hearing the instructions of the old bishop, the priests gathered under the dome seemed to have the backbone, and they became busy with their duties.
　　
　　...
　　
　　 "Oh ha ha ha, this is the taste of freedom! Aha, betrayal, jealousy, sorrow, despair...! What a wonderful emotion, this is the best seasoning for a gorgeous opera!"
　　
　　 In an aria that is in the same line as "Dead Soul Box," the evil Percell, dressed as an opera actor, dances in mid-air, without the majesty of a in the imagination of mortals.
　　
　　 "Ah! Sorry everyone. I didn't notice that so many viewers came to welcome me. I was so happy! Oh ha ha ha..."
　　
　　 It seems that he just noticed the three remaining warships on the sea and the legendary battleship "Steam Fortress". He exaggeratedly bowed and apologized in all directions, as if there were really crowds around him.
　　
　　 "Aha! And this city, noisy crowds, and prosperous land are just the stage I need!"
　　
　　 But no one can see his actions no matter how grandiose they are.
　　
　　Because as early as hearing the crackling sound of the seal cracking, under the command of the commander, everyone had bowed their heads and closed their eyes, lying on the ground for fear of seeing the terror that could not be seen directly.
　　
　　 The only person on the scene who dared to detect the evil Purcell by certain means was probably Princeton, who was a third-tier high-ranking wizard.
　　
　　 If the of the fallen opera descends, he will definitely run as far as possible, but it is just a mere projection, as long as it does not reveal the mythological form, it will not make him powerless to fight back.
　　
　　 "Sure enough, although the seal was temporarily unblocked, it was weakened by layers in the early stage, and the power accumulated by the ‘killer ghost’ in seven days, even with the blood sacrificed Vack Wells, could only allow him to transmit limited power."
　　
　　Standing on the bow of the giant steel ship, Princeton still looks straight, as if even the gods cannot make him bend down. The old is there, and he is even in the mood to comment on the evil projection product.
　　
After 　　 bowed to all sides and apologized, Cthulhu didn't care about the audience who "reacted coldly", and chanted to himself:
　　
　　 "In order to thank you all for joining this grand show, please allow me to call you personally!
　　
　　 curtain call performance is: the single opera "Death Poetry"! "
　　
"what--!
　　
　　History is watching me,
　　
let me tell you,
　　
　　 Things I didn’t know when I was young and vigorous:
　　
　　 you can't control
　　
　　Who is born, who dies, who tells your story.
　　
　　......"
　　
　　 The sound of chanting clearly penetrated into the ears of the sailors. It was still the grandiose tone of an opera performer, but the emotion of the performer was added to it, the feeling of a god!
　　
　　 madness, coldness, tyranny, killing...
　　
　　 Every character is like a ghost crawling out of the abyss of hell~EbookFREE.me~ dragging the souls of the listeners, a little bit towards hell.
　　
　　 The chants covered this sea area, and spread farther towards the direction of Newin Harbor. No matter what the effect of the lyrics is, if it is not contained, "Newin Harbor" will soon become a dead city!
　　
　　 "Close your ears, don't listen!"
　　
　　 The fleet commander closed his eyes and covered his ears, shouting desperately, this kind of attack by a god, even if it was just a projection, was far beyond the ability of an ordinary person or even a low-level transcendent.
　　
　　 But his reminders didn’t help the sailors’ situation. How could the attack of the gods be so easy to resist?
　　
"what--"
　　
boom!
　　
　　 As soon as the commander's voice fell, a sailor on the deck suddenly raised a gun and shot through his head.
　　
　　 "Ah! My eyes!" Someone reached out and dug out their own eyes like a demon, and then later realized they hugged their heads and wailed.
　　
　　 Some people plan to pierce their eardrums with a sharp dagger, but they use too much force to pierce their brains together!
　　
　　 At this time, even Princeton couldn't keep calm, frowning and looking in the direction of the city: "Why hasn't the church moved yet?"
　　
　　 as if responding to his thoughts.
　　
　　 At this time, at the center of the city towards the port, a pure and holy white light suddenly lit up!