Becoming the villain of the white moonlight [Quick Transmigration]

In the past ten years, Canxi City has conquered most of the cities on the continent, established schools, factories, hospitals, and supported education.

The Church of Light didn't care about these changes at the beginning. This behemoth has stood on the mainland for too long. It has collected countless wealth by virtue of the name of the God of Light. It has more than 90.00% of the number of believers in the mainland. Even the king enthroned, the nobles Canonization requires the Pope's permission.

Therefore, when science replaced theology and became people's belief, and the sharp knife of Kansi City pointed directly at the Holy City, the bishops who were still dreaming and dreaming in the church did not deal with its threat in the first place.

They regarded this as another counterattack by the Mithril Association, and laughed at the overreaching of the mages.

By the time the guns opened the city gate, and the magic of light and the swords of the paladins were defeated by guns and bombs, it was already too late.

"Boom--"

The earth shook and the mountains shook, the towering walls of the holy city that had stood for hundreds of years collapsed, and the silvery white bricks fell on the heavy armor of the holy knight, making a muffled sound, and the dust scattered, covering the sun in the sky, making people feel in a trance. Think of the end-time scenes in the Bible.

Qiubai looked calm, sitting on the command vehicle, under the horrified eyes of the holy knights with swords on horseback, rows of tanks covered in armor, like steel monsters, drove into the street silently, flattened all obstacles, and drove towards the holy city. The cathedral in the center of the city.

They were stopped outside the church.

The blond Son stood in front of the silver-white main entrance, and the sunlight illuminated the top of his head and sides through the stained glass windows of the church, as if coating His Royal Highness with a layer of divine brilliance.

"It's the Holy Light!" The believers hiding in the corner of the Holy City exclaimed in a pious tone when they saw this scene.They knelt on their knees and worshiped.

The blue eyes looked at the invader gently, and the Holy Son was about to speak, when a loud and firm voice came from the tank: "Scattering of visible light!"

"Scattering of visible light refers to the phenomenon that when light passes through an inhomogeneous medium, part of the light propagates away from the original direction."

Accompanied by a powerful recitation, a young mage sitting on the tank stretched out his hand, changed the density of the surrounding air medium, and instantly created a circle of the same holy light around him, just like copying and pasting Percival.

He has learned the holy light technique!

Percival: "..."

The two looked at each other under the holy light, and the atmosphere was very awkward for a while.

About three seconds later, the young mage raised his chin proudly, and said in a righteous tone: "Knowledge is power!"

The archbishops behind Percival: "..."

Unable to refute.

·

Percival was apparently not cured of the plague.

Ten years ago, after Denise went to Canxi City to seek medicine and failed, she took advantage of the chaos when the gate of hell opened and tried to escape, but she failed.

Hiding in a residential house with the magic weapon collected by the Church of Light, Denise wanted to escape to the nearest city in the dark, but within half a day, she was dragged out of her hiding place by the angry Yulia and beat her. Seventy or eighty slaps were slapped, and then thrown into the prison in Kanxi City.

The death row prisoner in the prison happened to be suffering from the Black Death. The rats ate his body and inadvertently infected this noble saint. In less than a week, she festered and died.

"It can be seen that disease is fair to everyone." When hearing this, Viscount Louis said lightly.

He ordered his knights to bring torches, and personally burned the cell of the first saint. Denise finally scratched on the wall with her nails, and the clues about the future also disappeared under the raging fire.

"Impossible, why is this happening? I should have been..."

What should it be?

A noble lady born with a golden spoon in her mouth, the youngest saint of the Illuminati Church, the only person in the world who can stand side by side with Percival.

All ambition has been buried under fire, ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes.

After hearing this, the pope re-selected the saint, and personally imprisoned Percival's time with a curse. From then on, unless he died, he would always live at the age of 19.

Because of suffering from illness for many years, Percival is thin and pale, and the sores on the skin can be seen under the gorgeous robes.

He looked over the army in Kanxi City, stared at the only remaining believers in the Holy City, and suddenly said: "Actually, I am not the real Son of God."

He didn't know this at first, and both the Pope and Denise kept it a secret from him. He accidentally overheard it when the Pope was discussing countermeasures with his confidants yesterday.

"You are the real Son of God!" Percival raised his head, as if there were two lights in his eyes, staring at Qiu Bai's face closely: "They say that you are the reincarnation of the God of Light, a god who walks in the world. You are the one who can lead the Church of Light to its peak."

Staring at Qiu Bai with fanatical eyes, he knelt down slowly and asked, "God, are you going to abandon your believers?"

Living in the Holy City since birth and receiving the most orthodox theological education, Percival's faith is no less than that of any pious believer, or he is himself a fanatic.

Qiubai looked down at the Son who had exchanged lives with him from above, recalling the first half of their lives.

Percival lived in the church's exquisite cage with rich clothes and fine food, while he himself became a lowly slave, starved, beaten, and almost died.

Unexpectedly, when thinking of these things, Qiu Bai didn't feel any regrets, nor did he have any regrets.

If he hadn't been a slave, if he hadn't been murdered to the point of dying, if his life trajectory hadn't deviated, then he wouldn't have been able to meet Xavier, the light that illuminated his life .

then--

"I'm not some holy son." He said under Percival's expectant and enthusiastic gaze.

"I will not lead the Church of Light to glory."

"The reason why I stand here is because my lover wants to let science take root on this continent, and let the light of knowledge drive away darkness and ignorance."

"I am willing to be his fire that burns on foolishness, and his knife that cuts against gods."

"..."

The light in Percival's eyes went out, and behind him, the idol placed on the pulpit at the end of the corridor collapsed.

A bright light flew out from the statue and rose to the top of the holy city, and the pope's voice sounded from all directions.

"Holy Son, are you still not destroying these blasphemers?"

"...I'm sorry." Percival struggled to stand up from the ground. He vomited a mouthful of blood, and using his belief as fuel, he opened the gate of hell that was exactly the same as ten years ago on top of everyone's heads.

Facing the dark space door that can swallow some, as if it will land on top of their heads in the next second, the mood of everyone in Kanxi City is completely different from before.

They took out the telegraph nervously and orderly, and sent the news back as quickly as possible.

The nuclear bombs are loaded, debugged, and aimed at a launch base hundreds of kilometers away from the Holy City, and then——

"emission!"

Everyone in the holy city saw the most unforgettable scene in their lives.

The missile dragged its tail flame across the sky, carrying a nuclear warhead with a million-ton equivalent, and crashed into the gate of hell that appeared in the sky.

The ultimate confrontation between science and magic brought a huge shock wave, knocking everyone below the impact point to the ground, and the loud noise like a tsunami made people deaf.

The sky darkened, even the light was swallowed up, and the moment the smoke and dust filled the air, the world was quiet.

In the next second, the gate of hell was blasted with a hole by a nuclear bomb, and one could see the black and red soil inside the gate, the strangely shaped mountains, and the running tauren.

Shouts of fear resounded from all directions in the holy city, and people looked up at the opposite world.

——The gate of hell has been opened.

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At the same time, Qiu Bai used a flying technique, and couldn't wait to crash into this space door that he had cared about for ten years.

The gravity of the two spaces is different, and he didn't grasp the strength well when he landed, so Qiu Bai rolled around on the ground.

He was about to get up, when the sound of "da da da" came from his ears, and the four hooves stopped in front of his eyes.

"Moo-moo moo moo-"

The sound of a cow came.

Qiu Bai raised his head, and saw a fat and strong big yellow ox running in front of him.

It shook its horns, turned into a bull-headed man, then looked at Qiubai a few times: "Human?"

With a crappy accent, the tauren said in the lingua franca of the mainland: "Humans, you may not know that the outsiders who fell into our demon world are going to be brides for His Majesty the demon king."

"Ahhh, I miss you so much. You know, the last human being who came to the Demon Realm was Moo ten years ago..."

"Moo!" Before he finished speaking, the tauren's exclamation of shaking his head turned into a scream.

Qiu Bai pulled his bull's horn, with a cold expression on his face: "Ten years ago, a human fell here, and you sent him to be the devil's bride?!"

"No!" The bull's eyes were as big as copper bells. Before the tauren patriarch could explain, he was knocked unconscious by the impatient Qiu Bai with a knife.

He looked at the sky, where the gate of hell was blasted open. At this moment, small propeller planes flew from the gradually shrinking connection point. Louis sat in the pilot's seat and waved to Qiu Bai smartly.

"lead the way!"

Riding on the back of a cow, Qiu Bai said, "I'm going to find the Demon King!"

"Moo-"

Except for the patriarch, none of the tauren could speak human language, so they had no choice but to let the violent bride who had beaten the patriarch ride on their shoulders and run towards Yanshan with tears in their eyes.

——Your Majesty the Demon King, no, this bride is more violent than you!

——Take care of your people!