When the Almighty becomes a passerby [Quick Transmigration]

Fino and his companions finally wiped out an undead. They cheered and moved on.

"Finuo, we have been walking for so long, but no undead has appeared. Is this year's test so easy?"

Fino shook his head with a proud face, "That's really a pity."

When the bell rang, the test tour of Weiyuan Tower was over, and the four teams stood outside the tower together, all in doubt.

"Why hasn't anyone come out yet?"

"It's Aaron and the others."

"Are they in danger?"

"No way, the teacher is here."

"They're here!"

Exhausted but excited teenagers came out one after another. They hugged their musical instruments and chattered like a group of lunatics.

However, the spectators who came down from the tower were not dissatisfied. They were smiling and already rehearsing words of praise in their hearts.

"We must say that you are all the most anticipated undead warriors in the future."

The words of the consul made the boys blush.

"Of course, we need role models to keep us improving. This year's Model Star Medal will be awarded to the Fifth Academy, an outstanding fighter—Ann, you will take over the medal!"

Urged by his companions, Qin Duan held this golden medal in his hands and passed it on to everyone.

Looking at the envious and puzzled eyes of the other college students, the deputy consul, Aaron's father, explained that maybe it was his son's outstanding performance that made this clumsy father very excited.

He talked about the excellent performance of the Fifth Academy in a high tone. When he said that their offensive coordination was perfect and they eliminated thousands of undead, the other students were dumbfounded, but seeing that the principals and teachers of his own academy did not refute, they finally understood Such a gap.

"So, maybe you will go to the Fifth Academy for exchange and study..."

Fino's face was ugly, he pursed his lips in pain, who knew how Aaron would laugh at himself.

The others felt uncomfortable, but no matter how helpless they were, they could only go to the Fifth Academy to start their last period of study and exchange.

……

In the woods not far from Chris, several luxurious carriages were parked there, and many church envoys in white were arranging lunch.

The boy in the platinum and complicated saint's robe looked indifferently at the busy messengers, until another girl in the same dress came over, and there was a trace of warmth in his eyes.

"Matil, are you tired?"

The girl's moon-like eyes flashed shyly, she shook her head lightly, "It is my honor to patrol for God the Father."

Michelle smiled, "Come and eat these last foods, Chris, a remote town, but they are all crude things, maybe we will suffer a little bit."

Mathil's eyes were moist, "Oh Michelle, can you come with me?"

"Of course, I will never be separated from you."

Michelle and Mathil had eaten exquisite delicacies together, and then Shi Shi stepped into the carriage and ordered to move on.

"Michelle, the Father God said that there will be perishers and undead in Chris to destroy Chris. How can we find this perisher?"

Mathil frowned lightly, which made Michel feel distressed.

"Don't worry, I have a solution."

Michel's eyes were firm, "Those who do not respect God the Father, those who do not respect the scriptures, are perverted, that is, rebelling against Goodall. We must burn these people to death as soon as possible, so that we can keep our backs in the battle with the undead. It's an oracle."

Mathil covered her face, "God, are they really going to be burned to death? This is too cruel."

Michelle hugged her to comfort her, and whispered softly, "For God the Father, for Goodall."

Chris was as calm as ever, and the church school bell rang. This should be a carefree time like before, but in today's class, a church messenger came to inform.

"The Holy Son and the Holy Maiden are about to arrive in Chris, please be ready and entertain them who are carrying heavy responsibilities."

Everyone in the Fifth Academy applauded enthusiastically, unaware of everything that was coming.

This is the tenth day of communication.

The Fifth Academy was already full of young people in groups, and the first batch of exchanges did not want to leave until everyone gathered here.

Fino and Aaron have become good buddies, he chuckled, "Aaron, please invite Yiri Knight out after class, his swordsmanship is really good, I want to learn it again."

Odo had sharp ears, and immediately leaned over when he heard it, "Bring me one."

Maybe it was Aaron's poor swordsmanship that made the soul in the snare drum unbearable. Yiri came out from inside and criticized Aaron, and then taught him proper knight swordsmanship.

Aaron coughed twice, "Okay."

Qin Duan was sitting on the high platform, and Rafal was talking to himself beside him.

"That's right, that's right, this is Rafal's style, just looking at the crowd like this, but independent of the crowd, I use my sharp eyes to penetrate the shackles of the soul."

The system went to communicate with the main god because of the submission of the report, and when it went online again, it reviewed the plot line, and it took a long time.

[Why is this happening, what's going on here? 】

Qin Duan greeted happily, "That's what you saw."

He found some strange things from the historical books. According to the historical records of the darkest age, it stands to reason that these musical instruments should have been burned by the undead. How could they still exist? The new generation can summon musical instruments, but they cannot play them. And the so-called father god Arnold bestowed magic scriptures and summoned musical symbols, which are only a solution to the symptoms, not the root cause.

Since such a supernatural father Arnold is unable to play and control these musical instruments, it means that these musical instruments have their own consciousness. Where does this consciousness come from?

Of course, it is the souls attached to the musical instrument. Rather than saying that the musical instrument is summoned, it is better to say that the musical instrument automatically selects them.

The system looked at Qin Duan who did not play cards according to common sense, and at all the students who had "walked astray" with Qin Duan, and burst into tears.

On the other side, Michelle and Mathil have arrived at Chris's main church. After they bathed and changed their clothes, they read Arnold's oracle.

The church messengers of Chris looked at each other in blank dismay. They hadn't received instructions from the central church for a long time. Who would have thought that there would be any perishers?

"Please show me the Holy Son."

Michelle said coldly, "I will follow the instructions of Father God and inspect them one by one."

The Fifth Academy bears the brunt because of its recent anomalous behavior and the gathering of all its graduates.

The flowers here are fragrant, the breeze is warm, and occasionally there is beautiful music playing, and the laughter is bright.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the place where the perishing man is.

The accompanying messengers couldn't help but smile.

Michelle and Mathil were surrounded and moved forward, and they became more and more shocked as they watched.

What are these people doing?They should have sung praises to God the Father and held scriptures devoutly, but now, they hold their musical instruments and talk to themselves, as if they were possessed by demons.

"What are you doing?"

After hearing a piece of beautiful music, Michelle finally questioned.

Katice and the little sisters are holding a small concert. They are now wealthy musicians, and they no longer live with poor little musical notes. In other words, they used to summon musical symbols to fight the undead. Now they are It is love from the heart.

Katisse patted the grass on her clothes, and said pleasantly, "You are the Holy Son and the Holy Lady, please come and enjoy our concert!"

Matil took a step forward, frowned and said, "You didn't use your father's theory..." She carefully observed and recalled, "You called out the musical symbols yourself?"

Katisse still didn't know the danger was coming, she nodded excitedly, "Yes!"

Michelle sneered, "Catch her!"

The envoys he brought had no expression on their faces, and stepped forward to clamp Kadice, causing everyone to exclaim.

"why?"

Michelle waved his sleeves, "Tell me, who taught you these evil methods, oh, Father God is right, there are perishers and spies of the undead appearing here!"

Gira was puzzled, and said angrily, "What kind of evil method, the soul in the instrument has recognized us, we can drive the instrument to fight against the undead, isn't it a good thing?"

Michelle looked cold, "It seems that you are also an accomplice."

Katisse regained her composure. She shook her head at Gira, "Holy Son, what is a perisher? What is a spy of the undead?"

"You don't deserve to know, as long as you know, Father God will give you the punishment you deserve."

Michelle was about to have Kadice taken away when a voice interrupted him.

"Wait a moment."

Qin Duan walked over with the wandering zither. He probably listened to it just now, and immediately understood the meaning of Father God Arnold.

He wants to eliminate those who do not respect his beliefs.

"I taught them."

Michelle looked Qin Duan up and down, "Okay, you have some guts, catch him!"

The envoys released Katisse and arrested Qin Duan.

Michelle accomplished the task with ease. He prayed gently to the Father at night, begging the Father to come and reward him.

Sure enough, when Michelle opened his eyes again, he felt that his power was stronger. He couldn't wait to summon his musical instrument, and then lightly recited the magic scriptures, and a series of musical symbols were summoned, and he heard it at the Fifth Academy today The music is as smooth and coherent as the music.

Michelle calmed down, but his eyes were inevitably darkened. In a remote and humble place, there is such an unknown and powerful method that can drive musical instruments. It is simply... enviable .

He thought of Qin Duan who was tied to a wooden frame, maybe he should go to torture him, after all, to eliminate evil, one must understand evil.

Thinking of this, Michelle raised an oil lamp and quietly walked to the basement of the church where Qin Duan was imprisoned.

In the basement, Qin Duan was still tied to the wooden frame. He moved his neck and quietly waited for someone to come. Ten, nine, eight...

On the count of one, the door was pushed open.

Mathil smiled slightly, "Ann, hello, I am No.90 Third Generation Saintess, Mathil."

Qin Duan smiled back, "Your Excellency is finally here. I am really tired in this posture."

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