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"Continue! Come on! Continue to destroy with that holy sword, offer your faith and loyalty to your Lord!"

The sole of his foot stomped hard on the ground, holding his stabbing sword high, the man continued to rush towards the repelled blue girl, and the blue-haired girl also clenched her holy sword tightly without stopping, and continued to rush up Fight with men.

The ocean of the dead gradually surrounded everyone, and the area where they could stand became narrower and narrower. In the end, more than 20 people leaned on each other, clearing the defense circle less than 20 meters away, looking at the still boundless ocean of the dead. The frenzy subsided and gradually turned into withered despair. The priests knelt on the ground, holding the cross tightly, and murmured in low voices.

"Lord! You may see here—"

"Lord! where are you?"

ps: The Chapter 1 update has been delivered, and I have been a little stuck after catching a cold for the past two days. I reorganized the outline before starting to write again.

Chapter 845: Visitors standing in the holy city.

The palace paved with white jade.

Twelve pearls turned into twelve doors.

It stands on the top of a mountain, and its walls are made of pure gold.

The walls are covered with gemstones of various colors, and when the light refracts on the gemstones, statues of gods in different postures will appear.

"Jerusalem."

Gently murmuring the name of the city, holding a dry wooden staff, a man in a pitch-black cloak stood under this sacred city. He was silent and did not say a word.

It's like going on a pilgrimage.

It seemed to be listening to something.

It's like an audience listening to music.

After a long time, he slowly raised the soles of his feet and approached the city step by step, approaching the Lord's place.

However, the servant of the Lord fanned his wings and stopped him under the city. An angel with an overly delicate face was suspended in front of the door, holding a gun of divine light in his hand.

"Who are you?"

The man in the black cloak stood where he was. He was silent, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, he responded in a deep voice:

"He who has abandoned the ranch."

"Who's ranch did you give up?"

"god!"

The moment the man was about to say this term, the spear of light turned into a galloping thunder, piercing fiercely through the man in the black cloak, and distorted anger appeared on the angel's delicate cheeks.

"You gave up God's pasture?"

"Then, you are a sinner! A heinous sinner!"

"This charge is too imposing! Don't you want to ask the reason? Servant of the Lord."

"No need to ask!"

Multiple, hundreds of light guns, light guns filled with the power of the Lord, appeared behind the angel.

"die!"

Accompanied by a low roar, hundreds of light guns fell like a dense rain of arrows, covering all the directions of the man.

"Grow."

The man raised his hand. Along with the words, the direction in which the man raised his hand, the countless light guns gradually became thicker, lost their shape, lost their penetrating impact, and stuck together tightly, turning into ordinary light guns. .

At the end of the man's gesture, the angel with four pairs of wings let out an extremely miserable cry. Her wings withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and countless feathers grew from her wings repeatedly. Covering the pores of the body, countless feathers grew from every inch of the angel's skin. The pure white and sacred feathers kept falling down, but they were mixed with the angel's blood.

Crimson blood.

Snow-white feathers.

Intertwined together, the angel lost her flying wings. The set of wings that she was most proud of as a servant of the Lord now turned her into a strange bird covered in feathers.

She crawled on the ground, her mournful cry gradually weakened, her ability to speak was lost, and only the low cry of a bird remained, and finally...

All voices lost, all lives lost.

"Excessive intellect is the disaster of civilization—"

"Neither humans nor angels should be endowed with overly intellectual thinking abilities."

"Over-developed civilizations often lead to too many disasters."

With wisdom and rational thinking, intelligent creatures become destroyers who jump out of the food chain. In a complete ecological balance, there is no need for creatures that cannot be hunted.

The man in the black cloak stepped into the gate made of pearls, he raised his head, the majesty of the god was still hanging in the sky——

Psalms were passed over the city.

"The Lord of this place is not here."

Feeling the weak majesty, the man in the black cloak was silent for a while. He gradually analyzed the majesty in the sky. After a long time, he did not wait for any servant of the Lord to arrive. He stopped here, turned around, and left this holy city.

"Incomplete operating rules, leaving the previously set program."

"The god of this world seems immature—"

"However, there appears to be some value in the system that could be used."