Pulling Out The Gun Of St. Jolanginus, I Decided To Keep A Low Profile

Saint Will was still unarmed, but his dry and thin body suddenly swelled up, turning into a devilish muscular man in the blink of an eye.

That speed was actually much faster than Richelieu's, and the fist that glowed with intense blazing light continuously bombarded Swinburne who had no time to react, and the fist shadow like lightning exploded him in an instant.

At the same time as the flesh and blood radiated, every piece of flesh and blood began to proliferate, and in just a few seconds it turned into a blood cloud made of flesh and blood over Rome, making Richelieu's eyes twitch.

Because it stinks and is disgusting!

A layer of holy light barrier wrapped her up, isolating all smells.

Zizizi——

The light that erupted from the holy sword Durandal became more and more brilliant, purifying the filthy flesh that continuously emerged.

"Damn! How many lives did this bastard slaughter to collect so much flesh and blood?"

Even with Richelieu's state of mind, she couldn't help but explode a little bit. Every time she purifies a part, more flesh and blood will emerge.

And Swinburne is hiding in this blood cloud, if the blood cloud is not resolved, the dripping blood rain will undoubtedly pollute the entire outer city of Rome.

Originally, Richelieu planned to deal with Swinburne as quickly as possible, and then deal with the flesh and blood giant palm, but now he can only give up.

"Ms. Richelieu, I'm not good at purifying spells. I'll leave this blood cloud to you. I'll deal with that fleshy palm first."

St. Will's voice transmitted into the secret passage.

"Lord Saint Will, please be careful! That fleshy palm is the core of this sacrifice."

"Haha! As an ascetic monk, the last thing I fear is danger."

After speaking, St. Will's figure rioted, and he rushed towards the flesh and blood palm that was merging with the blood river.

"I will absolutely not allow...anyone...to destroy Rome!"

The body that had experienced endless pain and suffering was completely awakened at this moment, and the blood vessels were slowly pulsating under the smooth and tough skin like a horned dragon, and there seemed to be a terrifying power like an abyss hidden in it.

With an unrivaled aura, Saint Will's body suddenly turned into a white streak, colliding with the fleshy palm.

There was a large faint black trace behind him, and the head of the ascetic monks actually tore apart the space with his physical strength.

boom!

A shocking sound erupted, centered on St. Will and the fleshy palm, layer after layer of white air waves spread in all directions, and even spread to the city of Rome below.

Click click click!

A layer of transparent light blood shield covering the surface of the fleshy palm spread like ripples under St. Will's attack, and various dense and complex patterns emerged on it, as if containing the most fundamental rules of the world.

Immediately afterwards, it shattered like glass, and turned into nothingness the moment it fell, disappearing into the air.

Swinburne, who was hiding in the dark, almost saw this scene, almost staring his eyes down.

If someone had told him before that someone could break the barrier of laws with physical strength, he would have unscrewed the head of the person who dared to joke with him and stuffed it into the toilet without hesitation.

But now he saw the reality that this was almost impossible to happen.

Compared with more than a hundred years ago, St. Will has become more terrifying. Fortunately, he has prepared for more than a hundred years. Otherwise, if he hurried to Rome for revenge, the horror would be blown up by this perverted guy immediately. .

At this time, Joan of Arc also came to Richelieu with several high-ranking nuns holding sacred artifacts, surrounded by a group of high-ranking ascetics guarding them.

"My Lord is here!"

Joan of Arc summoned a silver-white holy flag, waved the white flag and shouted loudly.

Endless bright white light erupted from the holy flag, and the black and smelly flesh and blood turned into strands of black air, and finally disappeared under the light of the holy light.

"Messiah! May the Lord bless the souls of every innocent life who died tragically!"

Seeing this scene, Joan of Arc subconsciously closed her eyes, a brighter light erupted from her body, and prayed in a sad tone.

Zizizi!

Under the urging of many high-ranking nuns, the scarabs of the True Cross also erupted with a power of holy light that was not inferior to that of Joan of Arc.

Under the joint purification of the Holy See artifact and Joan of Arc, the blood cloud is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it seems that it will be completely purified in a few minutes.

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