Chapter 238:

...The priest's body released energy, causing him to run around violently. The priest stood firm, so he made a second sound, ten times louder than the first sound, and the power of energy through the spear was greater. This time, the priest could not hold on. He was thrown backwards, out of the compound, and through the internal organs of the machine.
However, he did not leave the throne without souvenirs. He held the spear long enough for it to slide out of the corpse. But when he was pushed to the floor, he lost his grip, and the end of the spear was only a few yards away from where Li Badi was standing. The detective came closer, walked to his sore buttocks, and looked at it carefully. He didn't know what kind of metal it was made of. It was essentially full of rainbow colors like a railing. When it caught Li Badi’s gaze, it attracted him to a seemingly endless place, as if an angel had somehow caught the spearhead and sealed it inside. An infinite distance.
At that moment, the huge engine that filled the room below the cathedral in all directions made sense to Li Huai. He has seen evidence of various magical works almost familiar (and many unfamiliar to him) in the appliances of the maze: ancient primitive magic idols are carved on appliances made of platinum, all shapes suggesting sex. Male and female anatomy; diagrams engraved on polished silver, if he can remember, can be used to open doors without doors. Of course, there are more numbers, most of which he can hardly see. He saw that Lucifer gained strength in his last major resistance action by piecing together every fragment of the magic system that mankind desires to be enlightened. He made himself an executioner,
All of this filled Li Huai’s head in just a few seconds. During this time, Father Hell rose from the place where he hit him with a punch, and then returned to the compound, moving like a glacier, with his hands on his In front of him, gleaming darkness poured out from his palms, chest wounds and eyes. Li Huai looked at it, and until the end, when the priest strode up the steps, his face betrayed the anger that exacerbated the counterattack.
He is a very dignified creature, and a blow on the throne disrupted his dignity. Now, even though he had just shown his strength, he still deliberately ascended to the throne, and without hesitation drew out the second spear and committed another crime. He released energy again when he did this, but this time he was ready. The growing black dust flying around and behind him, waving around his head, the dark waves met the power emptied from the throne with their own hunger, and passed through it like a fanatical revolutionist and changed it. go with.
The priest was already moving towards the third spear, and the fourth spear jumped from the throne of power and shot directly on him, illuminating his face from below. If he feels it, there is no sign of fact. He just continued to work hard to destroy the deadly mechanism of the death chair, spear after spear. Sometimes, he separated the serpentine tube from the handle where the spear was inserted, releasing a burst of acid gas. In other things, he simply pulled the blades directly from the devil's corpse, and then threw them at each other until the greenhouse where Lucifer was sitting became a metal snake nest forged from an unknown alloy of humans.
The Hell priest glanced back at his left shoulder, whispered to the gathering darkness, and the darkness gradually approached him, an eager ally determined to accept every command he gave. Li Huai watched what happened-he laughed. Is this strange character real-the enemy, the incarnation of evil, the fallen man, Satan? He looked so pitiful, humans were sitting on the throne of death. It seems absurd to say that this thing was once God's favorite thing. This is an urban legend spread by drunken angels. However, Li Huai witnessed enough evidence to prove Lucifer’s supernatural mastery of supernatural systems-their codes, their signals,
At the same time, the topic of the Hell priest's whispering conversation in the dark night became obvious, because its water flowed under the throne and began the process of clearing the spear that entered the corpse from below. While they were busy with work, the acolyte was pulling the blade from the other side of the body, effortlessly transforming the surge of power flowing from the throne into the dark water droplets that swelled the thunderhead behind him. Finally, he got up from the throne and stared at the fallen with hatred.
"Do you want him to thank you?" Li Huai asked.
The priest said: "There is nothing to learn from this poor display."
Then, the acolyte whispered again into the darkness that followed him, where the dust flew from him like bullets and hit Lucifer's body. For such a small form, they have incredible power. They grabbed the corpse, raised it to the throne, and stretched out their arms. The fable at the Golgotha ​​scene has not been lost to Li Badi; even the way the demon's head fell forward reminded him of sad people.
While the Fallen was hanging there, a hundred or more particles gathered on his body and swallowed the stitches that make up the entire coat. They separated effortlessly, revealing Lucifer's true nature behind the gorgeous folds. Under his robe, his entire body was wrapped in armor made of dark metal, and many colors were scattered like gasoline on the water. Every part of the armor is perfectly decorated with designs.
Of course, despite its exquisite appearance, it does not fulfill the duties of forging and hammering: protecting the wearer. However, this fact does not make much sense to the Hell priest: it is obvious that he intends to own it. And this time, the priest does not need to instruct his creature. They fully understand his wishes. When Lucifer's body hung in front of the killing stand, the armor was removed piece by piece from his pale and soft body.
Li Huai continued to watch, and the acolyte took a knife from the long pocket in front of his left thigh. This is completely different from other torture tools he wears on his belt. On the one hand, it is a larger blade; on the other hand, it is not clogged with blood and rotten meat. The weapon gleamed in the light. To Li Huai, it was obvious that the knife had never been used. It seems that the priest has saved it for special occasions. Now on that occasion, the acolyte drastically chopped off the leftovers of his black vest, causing them to fall into a dirty pile of blood-stained fabric and leather.
His body was covered with scars and abrasions, and his body was like the wall of a cell, looking ridiculous. This is not an inch bare by the acolyte, it does not show any will. In this short moment, he glanced at Li Badi.
The pastor said: "Angels have a perfect anatomy." "Very few of them can get such a gift."
Then, the priest raised the virgin knife and shaved off an inch or even an inch and a half of the peeled chest. It curled up in front of his blade, showing a thick, thick yellow fat without protest, and his muscles were under gray due to his bleeding. He realized that the incision was not deep enough to expose the bones, so he left and proceeded with a second incision, cutting his sternum and part of his ribs.
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