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

"If I succeed, is there any reward?"

Ye Yan blinked and asked curiously.

"Brother, what reward do you want? I can promise you any."

Richelieu pursed his lips and said.

"I want a hug from Sister Li and Lady Matilda, is that okay?"

Richelieu's face turned dark immediately, isn't it enough to have her alone? Why did you bring Matilda with you, you little pervert!

"Okay, as long as you can come back safely, I can promise you as long as you want."

Matilda agreed without thinking.

"me too."

Richelieu said quickly.

St. Will didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought Ye Yan would make some request, but it turned out to be this.

What on earth is this kid thinking?

After Ye Yan got the promise, he became more motivated. The three pairs of illusory light wings behind him shook and flew into the air. He stretched out his hand, and the gun of St. Jolangenus appeared in his hand immediately.

"I'm Adam. His Majesty the Pope has fallen just now. He fulfilled his promise and fell at the forefront of the battle. I said this not to move you, but to tell you that although His Majesty the Pope is gone, Rome is still there, we are all still here, life has to go on."

"Whether it's for his expectations, or for Rome, or for the teaching of the Messiah, we all have reasons not to fail."

"Now with the help of the seniors of the Holy See, we are only one step away from victory, so people living in Rome, lend me your strength!"

"The Spear of St. Jolanginus, the real name is liberated!"

Ye Yan held up the spear of St. Jolanginus, and the cracked gun body exuded a thick blood-red mist, slowly repairing the wounds on the holy gun.

Rumble!

The sky changed in an instant, and it became extremely dark in an instant, as if it felt threatened.

This is the gun of St. Jolanginus fully liberating its power, showing its proper posture.

At this moment, Ye Yan seems to be the center of the world, with the violence to make all living beings submit.

Everyone is silent, is this the power of the gun of St. Jolanginus?

The large and small churches in the city of Rome rang again at the same time, and the large and small pipe organs played automatically without professionals playing.

The melody this time is far more intense and high-spirited than the previous one. If the last time was just a melody, then this time it is a complete, magnificent and magnificent movement.

This is a grand epic of a hero, and also the beginning of a legend of a king.

Countless believers looked up at the sky, and when they saw that radiant figure, they felt that their fear disappeared without a trace. This is the Holy Son they believe in! Is the patron saint of Rome!

Countless dots of golden light flew out from every house, a small part merged into Ye Yan's body and was absorbed by the blood of killing gods, and most of them were swallowed by the spear of St. Jolanginus.

During this process, the power emitted by the gun of St. Jolanginus became more and more terrifying.

Those who watched the battle through the screen seemed to feel a strong coercion exerted on them.

This is not an illusion, but something that actually happened.

Ye Yan stood under the dark red star, looked at the deep and dark cave that was bombarded, and asked silently in his heart:

"Sister, are you still there?"

After thinking about it for a long time, he still decided to call this unknown existence his elder sister. Anyway, he already had several elder sisters, and this one was not bad.

"Adam, I have always been by your side, but most of the time I am asleep, so let it go, as long as you want, you can do it."

Suddenly, Ye Yan felt as if she was gently hugged by a woman from behind, the touch was so real.

A head rested on his shoulder, breathing hot air in his ear, and whispered softly:

"Consciousness and the origin of the Gun of St. Joanginus are fused together, and you can use the first power of the Gun of St. Joanginus."

"Its name is—Holy Son is dead."

When Ye Yan's consciousness and the origin of the gun of St. Jolanginus in the depths of his soul merged into one, an endless sea of ​​terrifying murderous intent shot up into the sky in an instant.

Circles of dust waves are constantly surging and spreading around Ye Yan's body.

Ye Yan's silver eyes were once again imprinted with a layer of deep blood, and the scene of the broken world he saw in the spiritual space before appeared in his eyes again.

The wailing and screaming of thousands of souls seemed to come from my ears.

So, he raised his head.

The blood-colored eyes seemed to reflect a hell, and those wailing and screaming souls were imprisoned in it.

Reality and phantom intertwined, and the screams in his ears reminded Ye Yan of the scenes he saw in Rome.

A flame-like anger suddenly ignited in the originally dead heart.

He said softly:

"power!"

"—The Holy Son is dead!"

This faint voice spread throughout Rome in an instant, and rang clearly in everyone's ears, as if a high-ranking king had issued his judgment.

The same spread throughout the world.

Ye Yan took a half step forward, made a gesture of throwing a gun, and then threw out the gun of St. Joronkinus with all his strength.

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