Disaster Shelter

The energy in the old priest's hands made Wen Wen's fine hairs explode just by its existence, but it miraculously did not cause any damage. He just felt a gentle force nourishing his body.

San Zai'er and Tao Qingqing didn't show any distressed expressions, but seemed to enjoy it very much.

The energy is still rising endlessly, so high that even Wen Wen can't tell the difference.

When the energy reached a peak, there was a broken sound from the cup of divine blood, and a wail that ordinary people couldn't hear.

The dark and evil power escaped from the cup, but it was wiped away by the powerful energy just as it emerged.

The old priest let out a sigh of relief, and then handed the quilt in Wen Wen's hand.

As soon as Wen Wen took the cup, the old priest's body twisted suddenly, which startled Wen Wen, and hurriedly took two steps back.

This old guy, you don't want to touch porcelain, do you?

The old priest obviously didn't want to touch porcelain. His bones were shattered inch by inch, and his flesh and blood kept peeling off and then healed. The inexplicable high temperature kept scalding his skin, his teeth fell off one by one, and his eyeballs were crushed into pieces. At the end, it sprayed out from the eye sockets...

This sudden torture made the old priest almost invisible, and it lasted for nearly a minute before stopping.

Wen Wen reckoned that this kind of change appeared in him, and he would lose his hair in ten seconds. of

It only took two seconds for the old priest who turned into a ball to return to his original state, even the blood on his robe disappeared, as if the horrific scene just now hadn't happened.

Uh... are you okay? Wen Wen asked softly as he stood far away.

The old priest sighed softly: It's okay, just now...God wanted to kill me.

God wants to kill him?

What god, the Creator? Then how high is this old man?

Wen Wen fiddled with the cup in his hand, and found that the initial disgusting power was no longer in it.

What did you do to this cup?

The old priest chuckled and said, I just let it go back to how it was.

In order to be resurrected, the Holy Son will set off a disaster every sixty years, and countless people will suffer because of it. Now this cycle should stop...

There will be no more divine blood in this cup, nor will there be any battle for the cup of divine blood...

However, this cup itself is so miraculous, it is still valuable to you.

Wen Wen was stunned for a while: That's why you came to me?

He didn't expect that someone from the Glory Church would come here specially, and endured the scalp-numbing pain, just to destroy the cup of divine blood that was of great significance to the Glory Church.

Why is this, he is also a twenty-five boy?

The old priest smiled: I am a priest but it does not mean that I support the Glory Church. I am only on the side of ordinary people who are suffering...

In addition, if one day you clash with the Glory Church, and you have enough power to destroy the Glory Church at that time, please stay a front line.

Although the current path of the church has gone astray, they used to be the backbone supporting the existence of this world. Now there are countless young people in the church who are full of passion and want to make the world better.

After speaking, the old priest walked out of the hatch slowly, leaning on a cane.

Wen Wen chased him out, but found that he was no longer there.

What the hell is he...?

Wen Wen sat on the seat, pondered for a while, and suddenly focused his eyes.

The table in front of me is not right, the chair is not right, and the glass...

No... everything in the whole plane is wrong!

Now everything on the plane carries a wave of holy power, giving people a very strange feeling.

According to the Glory Church, a water glass on the plane at this time is a sacred object!

Throwing a water glass on the forehead of a low-level vampire can kill it!

Sacred things are worthless if they are said to be precious, but they are also worthless if they are said to be worthless.

It is precious because only equipment worn by high-level magicians or paladins all year round can become holy objects.

The power in the holy object can be accumulated. Some ancient holy objects have super power and some special effects, so they can be regarded as a different type of containment.

It is said that it is worthless because most of the holy objects have not been passed down for a long time, and there is not much power left behind.

At most, it becomes tough and has extra lethality against evil creatures. At the same time, holding holy objects can prevent some low-level negative effects.

Naturally, there were no such powerful holy relics on Wen Wen's plane. They were all the most common holy relics.

But even so, the sheer number is shocking enough that even the wrench in the toolbox, the skydiving bag hanging on the wall, and the paper bag used to vomit are sacred objects.

Moreover, the Glory Church's control over the holy relics is very strict, and the holy relics are rarely seen outside, and a pipe wrench can be sold for a lot of money.

In addition, the black plane originally blessed by supernatural power suddenly turned into a super fighter plane assembled from countless holy objects.

Wen Wen didn't know how amazing the overall improvement was, but he knew that no one would be so extravagant as to make an airplane out of holy objects.

San Zai'er's three eyes blinked, looking at the plane with eagerness.

Wen Wen walked out of the hatch and jumped to the ground, and found that the plane, which was originally pure black, was now covered with white holy patterns, which looked mysterious and mysterious.

But Wen Wen didn't like it very much, so he snapped his fingers, and dozens of tiger puppets were called out from the shelter.

Two of the tiger-like puppets were also holding large buckets of black spray paint.

You two, cover the white pattern with spray paint, otherwise others will see it and think I stole things from the Glory Church.

Let me level the rest. The depth is about...five meters, and the circle with a diameter of 30 meters. I will transport all the things to the shelter.

Not only the gentle plane, but even the surrounding soil, rocks, flowers, plants and trees have been affected by the holy power, resulting in a certain degree of alienation.

Although these things are not as good as the items in the plane, they have directly become sacred objects, but they are also rare materials, which can be regarded as a profit for Wen Wen.

In addition to being pleasantly surprised, the doubts in Wen Wen's heart also deepened: Then what is the strength of the old priest... At least Xun Ying will never be able to do this. Can a spirit world god in a complete state be able to do it?

In order to clear up the doubts in his heart, Wen Wen went back to the shelter and found Mo Gong.

Mo Gong was not surprised at his arrival, instead he prepared some tea, it seemed that he was already waiting for him.

However, Mo Gong's taste in tea is a little strange, with a bunch of messy things added to it.

Wen Wen spit it out after taking a sip. Is this something for people to drink?

The old man, what is it?

Mo Gong showed nostalgia: I hate the Church of Glory and the Church of Creation, but old man Kant is rare that I don't hate so much.

Thousands of years ago, he was called a saint by Dongyou District, and he was dedicated to helping the suffering people. Hehe, I went to help him at that time, so I have a little friendship.

Wen Wen nodded, and then asked curiously: Then the strength of this old priest...

Mo Gong shrugged: I don't know.

have no idea?

This old guy doesn't like to fight, and he doesn't like to show his strength. Few people even know that he is the saint Kant except me.

However, a believer can grow to the point where he can spy on the essence of the gods. How strong do you think he is?

Seeing Wen Wen's surprised expression, Mo Gong added: Of course he can't beat me in my prime.

Wen Wen nodded with a vague understanding. The appearance of the old priest refreshed his understanding of the power of the Rongguang Church.

This world is complicated. Otherwise, the asylum wouldn't be here, and the eyes of the supreme rulers wouldn't be here.

Don't think that your shelter is invincible. You don't know the truth of this world.

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Holy City Center, Sanctuary.

Like the stronghold of natural will hidden in the North Pole, the sanctuary is also an independent space attached to the real world.

There is only one big mountain here, and the mountain is divided into ten floors, and each floor has some buildings.

The topmost building is the Palace of the Pope.

The holy power here is so strong that ordinary people can't even survive here, and only priests who have reached a certain level of strength can enter.

At the same time, there are many angels here, and they can move freely here.

In the empty hall, the Pope sat on the throne, looking down at him indifferently.

Standing below are four young men with only one hand, namely Hosta who had a wound on his mouth, Windsor, who was arranged by Wen Wen, and two other priests in white clothes who had no sense of presence.

I am very dissatisfied with your actions this time...

After hearing this sentence, the four of them reacted differently, and Hesta's expression was the most direct, expressing resentment directly on his face.

Hesta will go to the referee in the future, others...you need to practice more.

Why is the referee, I...

Before they finished speaking, they were taken back by several paladins.

Everyone else in the palace knew that Hesta would not be able to receive the key training from the church in the future, while others still had this opportunity.

Because Hosta's hatred is too obvious, he has been ruined by hatred. Such a person is suitable to be a sharp blade, not a leader.

The performance of the other three people is also very poor, but at least they can be continued to be trained, and they may become big names in the church in the future.

After several young people left, the pope's sitting posture suddenly collapsed.

Tell me what to do this time.

The missing Angel of Purification, the severely injured Cicada, the city that suffered huge damage, the ruins of the Creation Church, and the erected black crosses, everything is difficult to deal with.

The bigwigs of the church blame each other for these troubles, and the pope rubs his temples, feeling himself burdened by these rubbish.