Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

God is my seat,

The ground is my footrest.

What kind of temple will you build for me?

Where is my resting place?

——Isaiah 66:1

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It seems that the sunlight to dry the world is isolated, the temperature is controlled by the magic props to the level of physical comfort, and the unique atmosphere fills the space.

Not because of location or because of surrounding appliances. Perhaps those instruments devoted a lot of craftsmen's efforts, showing a profound meaning, but that is not the result of culture, but the accumulation of faith.

faith.

The atmosphere stacked in the space is a strong faith.

Colored broken glass paintings, gold candlesticks, gypsum statues, all exist for explaining doctrine and acclaiming beliefs. All the values ​​of existence are for doctrine.

Nothing but doctrine is admitted, even if it is the Son of God, it is never allowed to violate the doctrine. For doctrine, the Son of God can also be killed.

The space of extreme cohesion of consciousness and rejection of foreign objects is now filled with anxiety and fear that is incompatible with the suffocation. The senior deacon, cardinals and archbishops are all ashamed, divine and solemn in the past. Moral role model, at this moment, is like a funeral, as if the end of the world is coming.

The world created by the goddess still exists, and the signs of the world changing have never appeared. But some people are indeed standing on the dock of the final trial, waiting for the final ruling of fate.

No one spoke.

A pair of dirty eyes filled with fear and hate stared at the young face with a friendly smile in the air.

Divine agent.

The supreme existence that is closer to the mother **** than the pope should be the object of the church's full assistance in serving.

"You guys."

Just like the performer facing the audience on the stage, the dark-haired and red-eyed young man paid a tribute to the crowd sitting around the round table.

"You really are so leisurely."

Spread his hands and shake his head helplessly.

With three points of playfulness and seven points of taunting movement, a breath took hold, and several hands clasped the objects at hand.

"Connect with Albion, facilitate peace talks, and let everyone work hand in hand while discussing what they deserve, while building an anti-elf alliance? You are really a hopeless idiot."

Holding his forehead and sighing with a bitter smile, Li Lin deepened his smile and announced:

"But the stupidity that accompanies you is only now."

A white cardinal with curly hair got up and wanted to say something. Li Lin raised a finger and shook it in front of his lips.

"No excuses, no complaints, this is neither a trial nor an investigation. As an agent of divine will, I am ruling you in the name of God, is there anything wrong?"

The cardinal cardinal collapsed back into his chair, and silence continued to hang over the round table.

This speech is no stranger to them, even quite familiar.

When they announced the execution of fire to the heretics to the believers, and tortured the heretics in the interrogation room of the heretic tribunal, when the civilians who could not pay the tax and the ransom were crying and dragged into the heretic tribunal, they encouraged the farmers to let go When the **** left the family to participate in the war against the pagans. The words of deja vu have all been spoken from their mouths, and the object of the conversation has never been able to get their mercy, either with the fire column or ashes, or as a pile of anonymous bones in the mass grave.

Now, this retribution finally came to them.

"Ah, by the way, as a reward for your long-term service to that adult, here is a special advice to you. Don't think about asking for help and running away, all your means of contact with the outside world are cut off, and you don't have to waste time. Waiting for reinforcements or planning to escape. What else do you want to do, you can hurry up and finish it. At 12 noon tomorrow, the Santo Ymir will disappear from the surface."

Overlooking the speechless nobles, the young man's corners of his mouth were raised upwards.

"Struggle to die, you guys."

The image disappeared, and a golden cup filled with water came too late. After passing through the empty air, it fell to the ground, and the heavy, breathless breath gasped in the chamber.

"So, what should I do next?"

For a long time, the old man in the most prominent seat, wearing a white gold-rimmed robe, wearing a triple crown, said in a steady tone, sharp eyes hidden behind wrinkles and loose skin, looking around the people gathered around the round table.

"We have tried all means. Remote communication and messengers needless to say, and the demons and trained animals all died at the moment of release. It is no longer necessary to doubt, he is serious, and it will not take long, he will Extend the devil's claws to the Holy City as stated in the trailer. If you have any countermeasures or opinions, you can speak freely."

Everyone present is not only a respected cleric, but also a person with great power, who can decide the future of a minister of state in one word. At the moment each of them showed a tired and gaunt expression, and looked at each other bitterly.

"The only thing that can be said now is that we can do nothing but organize counterattacks."

Encourage courage, a senior deacon said.

"How to fight back?"

"Declare that this guy is a teaching enemy, and encourage all the people and soldiers to launch a total attack together..."

"is that useful?"

Faced with the Pope's sharp questions, the other party shook his head and sat back again.

If the number can overwhelm the opponent, no one here will be stingy about the believer's life. Anyway, the believer will be like a bug and will continue to multiply.

The problem is that this time the opponent is too strong and too abnormal. Only one person has completely surpassed the total combat power of the world.

"Yes... That's right, didn't the self-explosive spell developed before succeed? Put the spell into the believers and let them siege the monster, no matter how powerful it is..."

"Any attack makes sense until you hit it. Do you think that guy is so stupid that he can let thousands of walking bombs drown himself?"

No matter how you look at it, the situation is desperate. On weekdays, the calm priests either bowed their heads to pray, or bit their thumbs nervously, and the poor performers began to howl.

Breathe deeply and feel the cowardice and incompetence of the subordinates, and taste the strong stimulation brought by adversity. A moment later, the solemn voice of Gregory V rang through the chamber.

"What a happy day."

"Yangxia?"

The archbishop's stunned face turned, and the others turned their brows to face the first Gregorian V.

They probably thought that their boss was destroyed by extreme fear, but the eyes insulated from aging were not crazy and sluggish, and their sharp eyes were full of rational glory. I saw him with an extremely calm expression and tone:

"The chance to taste the long-cherished wish is at hand. The time for the founder to dominate the world and get rid of the collar has finally arrived."

Responding to him ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was breathless.

Indeed, although the situation is critical now, as long as Li Lin is successfully eliminated, then the church will completely get rid of the humiliating position of the tool of the gods, and truly realize the world ruled by the church.

Only, the premise is that they win.

"Order all the atoners in the holy city to prepare for the first stage of "Aybss"."

There was a commotion in the Chamber, and Cardinal Julian Cardinal, the highest person in charge of the Church of the Magician Group "Atonement", asked carefully:

"But the atonement alone, the fine adjustment of the technique and the capacity of consciousness..."

"I know."

Gregory V waved his hand, a generous smile on his face.

"Don't worry, in front of the many devout believers and their firm beliefs, even the agents of divine will cannot escape the fate of destruction."