Kanagawa Taoist College Students

"Is this the holy light that can wash away all the sins in the world?" Marcus, who was hit in the chest by the holy light and was unscathed, looked at the old priest Gale with contempt and disdain, "Obviously, your Lord has abandoned you. Fr.”

"This only proves that you are an even more sinful devil!" Pastor Gale was not ashamed of his weak abilities at all and glared at the other party. It was a pity that he did not have stronger abilities, otherwise this devil would have to accept divine judgment.

"I know the faces of you apostles of God. Anyone who doesn't convert to you is a heretic and a devil, right?" Marcus sneered, then looked at the frightened middle-aged father and son standing aside, "Mr. Alger, what do you think? ?If I promise to let you father and son go, will you still think that I am a devil?"

Alger was obviously hesitant. If both he and his son could survive, what would happen if he admitted that the other person was not a devil?

"Don't believe the devil's words, child. The 'ascetics' of the church will be here soon. The devil will not have a good end!" Pastor Gale suddenly panicked. The devil likes to seduce the world with beautiful lies, but the world is the easiest. Be tempted.

"Father, it seems that my behavior has misunderstood you." Marcus laughed and looked at him leisurely, like a cat playing with a mouse, "You know why I didn't kill you all as soon as we met. Is it? Not because of my kindness, but because I want to wait until the 'ascetic monk' comes and then kill you together, it will be wonderful, hahaha..."

Arrogant and triumphant laughter resounded throughout the entire nave space, making the dome seem to tremble.

Pastor Gale did not respond to him, but crossed himself on his chest and murmured to himself.

Alger and his son shivered and huddled aside, not daring to make the slightest move for fear of attracting the devil's attention.

Li Xuehao, who was standing aside, did not show up. It was not yet time for him to take action. Since Marcus had to wait for the "reinforcements" from Pastor Gale and the other three, he also happened to take a look at what the "ascetic monks" of the church looked like. of.

After waiting for a few minutes, Li Xuehao suddenly felt something in his heart and looked outside the hall. He sensed that someone was coming. Moreover, the person who came here was not an ordinary person, he had strong vitality fluctuations in his body.

When the footsteps could almost be heard, Marcus, who was standing there monitoring the movements of Pastor Gale and the three men, suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the foyer. There, there was a man with gray hair and rags all over his body. An old man walked in wearing a priest's robe that had not been washed for an unknown period of time.

The old man looked older than Pastor Gale, with a wrinkled face. He might be in his seventies or eighties, but he had a tall frame. Although he was very thin, he did not look haggard at all.

Especially a pair of eyes that are sparkling and seem to be able to penetrate into other people's hearts. He was holding a silver sword that seemed to be made of silver. The hilt was in the shape of a cross. The sword was about one and a half meters long. The blades on both sides were not sharp at all. They were not only dull, but also polished, as if they were afraid of being hurt. Just like everyone else.

If the blade were not too long, a silver sword like this would be no different from a child's toy.

Li Xuehao knew that although this cross silver sword was not sharp at all, it contained some special power. It was different from the gloomy aura of the Onmyoji and was also very different from his aura, but it had similarities with both. Wonderful, it is a kind of power that can be controlled through practice.

And this power is exactly the opposite of the death and evil energy in Marcus, with a sacred aura - of course, Li Xuehao disdains this, the so-called "holy" is just relative to the evil and death energy, in his case It seems that this "holy" aura is just relatively peaceful and upright, and it pales in comparison to his spiritual energy, Yang Zhisheng.

"Brother Bilbo, how nice to see you!" Seeing the old man walking in from the hall, Pastor Gale stopped praying to God and shouted loudly. If there wasn't Marcus in the middle, he would almost rush forward excitedly.

"The Lord is with you!" Brother Bilbo held the sword in his left hand, made a cross on his chest with his right hand, and then shot his shining eyes straight at Marcus who was blocking him in the middle.

Marcus turned around and handed his entire back to the three Pastor Gale, not afraid of being attacked by them at all. Perhaps in his opinion, the three Pastor Gale could not hurt him at all and were the real threat to him. , is this Brother Bilbo.

"I've heard of you, Bilbo of the Cross of Holy Light." Marcus looked at the other party with wariness and fear in his eyes. The arrogance in which he originally said he would kill all the "dervish" in a row was no longer there. He didn't expect that the visitor would be such a troublesome person, and even he was not sure of dealing with it.

As for whether he regrets it or not, only he knows in his heart.

"Needless to say, the devil must be judged!" Brother Bilbo obviously didn't like nonsense. He handed the cross silver sword to his right hand, raised it horizontally, and pushed towards Marcus step by step.

Marcus looked serious. He had no weapons and didn't need them, because the vampire's weapons were his powerful body and claws. With both hands raised, the huge palms were raised, and the tips of the ten fingers suddenly grew long nails, which were as long as an inch, like sharp claws.

There was no fluctuation in Brother Bilbo's eyes, as if he had not seen anything. He held the cross silver sword horizontally and moved forward with a steady pace. His whole person exuded a sharp and murderous aura.

The seats placed on both sides seemed to be affected by his momentum and began to shake slightly.

Seeing Brother Bilbo getting closer and closer, and his momentum getting stronger and stronger, Marcus knew he couldn't let him continue like this, otherwise he would be even more vulnerable.

A red light flashed in his eyes, Marcus roared, and he rushed forward in an instant, raising his sharp claws high and swiping downwards.

"Hmph!" Brother Bilbo roared angrily, and the cross silver sword flexibly spun in his right hand and struck out as fast as lightning.

Marcus did not dare to touch the cross silver sword that looked like a child's toy, because he knew that it was the "holy sword" of the church and contained the power of the Holy Spirit that could corrode his body. He grabbed it in one direction, and at the same time ten dazzling red lights emitted from his fingertips, shooting towards Brother Bilbo.

Brother Bilbo held a silver cross in his free left hand, and suddenly a ball of white light burst out, facing the ten dazzling red lights.

The red light and the white light collide, and while they collide and offset each other, they are also incomparable between the two parties fighting. Any object that touches these two kinds of light will be split and shattered in an instant. Whether it was the seats on either side or the floor paved with bricks and stones, it was as if they had been hit by the explosive force of a small bomb, with wood splinters flying and gravel splashing everywhere.

While the dust was flying, Marcus groaned, and a thick arm was cut off and flew into the air, with a plume of bright red blood flying down in the air.

However, before the arm fell to the ground, the entire arm began to spontaneously ignite without fire. The burning speed was very fast, and it burned into ashes in an instant, flying in the wind.

Although Brother Bilbo also received a claw, it was only a flesh wound. The wound left five claw marks on his face. Blood seeped out from the claw marks and dyed half of his cheek red, but he didn't notice it at all. It was as if the body was not his.

Seeing this scene, Pastor Gale beside him was in high spirits. Brother Bilbo was indeed a powerful "ascetic", and the devil was no match at all.

Alger and his son were shocked. At this time, they had long forgotten the fear of being chased by vampires. They were more shocked by the "battle situation" in front of them. The seats that were originally placed on both sides of the nave were almost completely destroyed, and no one could be found intact. The ground was also full of cracks and holes, and it was a mess. Is this really damage that can be caused by human power?

"'Holy Light Cross', I will be back!" Marcus had an arm cut off, but what he got back was only flesh wounds on the opponent's face. He knew he was not his opponent. After saying this, he used his legs to lend strength. Jumping up, his huge body jumped straight towards the dome above his head.

Brother Bilbo's eyes flashed, and he turned the tip of the cross silver sword in his hand and quickly threw it at Marcus' figure with all his strength.

Marcus was horrified when he felt a whistling sound coming from under his feet, but there was no way for people to use force in the air, and he couldn't really fly. It was too late when he tried to avoid it. He felt a pain in the back of his heart. When he lowered his head, A silver sword tip came out of his chest.

There was a loud "bang", and Marcus' huge body fell to the ground. Then, like his arm, it spontaneously ignited without fire, and was instantly burned to ashes, leaving only a shining silver cross sword horizontally. on the ground.

"The Lord is with you!" Brother Bilbo made a sign of the cross on his chest, walked over, and picked up the crossed silver sword on the ground.

"Brother Bilbo, you are injured." Pastor Gale hurried over and pointed anxiously at the five claw marks on his face.

"Yes." Brother Bilbo nodded, but just wiped the blood stains on his face with his hand, showing an unconcerned expression. Compared with the flesh wounds on his face, he cared more about the cross silver sword. Although there was no trace of vampire blood on it, he still wiped the sword with his worn sleeve.

Over there, Alger and his son, who saw the devil being wiped out with their own eyes and felt that they were safe, also came over, ready to thank Brother Bilbo.

Li Xuehao, who was standing aside invisibly, had watched the whole scene and was about to leave. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he looked towards the foyer with some disbelief, because he sensed that someone was coming again.

The person who came this time was beyond his expectation. He was detected almost when he entered the church. Although he did not fully develop his spiritual consciousness, he was able to sense it at such a close distance. , which shows that the visitor is extraordinary.

When Brother Bilbo came just now, he noticed him from a distance before he even got close to the church, and the person coming now was more powerful than Brother Bilbo.

In particular, if the other party has the same evil and dead energy as Marcus, then there is no doubt about the identity of the visitor. He is a vampire and may be an accomplice of Marcus.

"Da~da~da~" Clear and crisp footsteps sounded. It was the sound of high heels stepping on the floor, in the nave of the church that had become quiet after the battle just now. Especially harsh.

Brother Bilbo's expression suddenly changed. He held the cross silver sword across his chest and quickly turned around to face the hall.

Pastor Gale and Alger and his son also looked tense, and subconsciously shrank behind Brother Bilbo.

As the footsteps got closer and closer, a red figure appeared in the darkness, walking into the nave as if strolling in a courtyard.

It was a tall and slender figure with long silver hair that hung straight on both sides of the shoulders and behind the back. The length actually exceeded the waist, elegant and beautiful.

She has a delicate and charming appearance, golden pupils, white skin, and blood-red lips. She is wearing a black skirt suit, but outside of the skirt suit, she is also covered with a long red windbreaker. The windbreaker had no buttons, and she casually tied her waist with the belt of the windbreaker, fully showing off her slender waist.

On her feet were a pair of black high-heeled shoes and flesh-colored stockings. Her legs were slender and strong.

She is probably in her twenties, and seems to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although her face is young, she has a mature and gorgeous temperament. If she is not too young, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she is forty or fifty years old. Because her temperament is simply not something that young people can have.

"Who are you!?" The moment Brother Bilbo saw the other person, his body immediately tensed up. He didn't even feel a breath from this young woman, as if there was no such person in front of him. This is simply impossible for him, so there is only one explanation. This strange woman is not an ordinary person, or maybe not even a human being.

"Has Marcus returned to Cain's arms?" The silver-haired woman said calmly with an expressionless face, but inside her bright red lips were a set of fine silver-white teeth.

"Cain, you are..." Brother Bilbo's expression suddenly changed. Cain's apostle was the devil, but he couldn't feel the devil's aura on him.

"I am the devil you call me." The silver-haired woman smiled faintly, and then looked at Pastor Gale and Alger and his son behind him. It seemed that she didn't mind admitting her identity as a devil in front of a few people.

"Prince?" Brother Bilbo looked pale, and the hand holding the cross silver sword trembled slightly.

"You're flattered." The silver-haired woman smiled faintly again and glanced at the sword in his hand with some interest. "Although it's still a little short, it should be not far away. Are you the 'Holy Light Cross'?"

The conversation between the two was somewhat incomprehensible. At least Pastor Gale, Alger and his son next to them, as well as Li Xuehao, could not understand it very well. However, Brother Bilbo knew very well, and the hand holding the sword trembled even more: "Your Excellency, Can you let these children go?" He did not plead for himself, because he knew that he had no power to resist in the face of a big shot whose status and strength were much higher than his own.

"Let them leave?" The silver-haired woman looked at him with interest, then glanced at Pastor Gale and the other three, and smiled softly, "I think you misunderstood me. I have no intention of killing you, right?" For me, it’s just an insignificant descendant that died, and I won’t care about it. Because next, I will have four more descendants, which is enough to make up for my loss.”