Chapter 307

In the dark room of a luxury mansion in Norton, a gorgeous lady, with her belly in her arms, laughed: "poof, poof, poof! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! How funny! It's so funny! How many years have you not seen such a funny picture!? It's wonderful. It's such a brilliant choice to bring these guys full of gods here. Ha ha ha, I lost an angel without even seeing the enemy's appearance. It's interesting! How interesting

Laughing, she sits on the sofa lazily, raises her legs, holds up the red wine cup full of bright red blood on the table, licks her red lips, and her dark red eyes are full of satisfaction and pleasure.

Putting down the glass goblet with thick blood, she narrowed her deep eyes and looked at the bat hanging upside down by the window. She said with a smile: "it's just unexpected that we don't even need to meet each other. A literary work alone can destroy an angel. The church may be much more fragile than she imagined. After all, it's just an artificial God imitating ancient gods."

The church used to be a huge organization that could compete with the magic association. It was essentially different from the magic association. The church had unparalleled advantages in the military, political and economic fields of the human country. In the past, the status of the church's clergy was more noble than that of the nobility.

However, all of these belong to the past. The civilization and the collapse of faith have greatly weakened the power of the church.

The secret church is the backbone of the church, divided into many different departments, but the main responsibility is to eliminate heresy, the so-called saint or saint is the trump card of the secret church trump card, everyone has the power to show miracles.

However, the power of the saints is based on faith. The true face of the so-called angels should be the collection of faith. With the saints as the body, the choir chants the poems of the angels, which is just like the real power of faith. This kind of power is infinitely close to the divine power used by ancient gods. However, the nature of belief power tends to be non-existent, which is similar to the existence of ether elements, and lacks the support of rule incarnation similar to ancient gods' language, so it is easy to be "polluted".

In order to avoid similar things and make the artificial God of the church more powerful, the church will be eager to unify the human mind, establish the holy Kingdom, and establish the church under the banner of continuing for human beings. Therefore, the biggest "enemy" is precisely human itself. The elimination of heresy and Demons are all means to "eliminate" human enemies.

However, even a lady did not expect that angels who came to this country would fall so easily. Angels are known as envoys. They walk in the kingdom of God and are equal to invincible in the realm of the kingdom of God. When they come to places where belief is scarce, their power will be limited. Even so, if they want to pollute angels, they need to meet at least two conditions. First, the belief of saints will be shaken, The second is that saints do not object to the "content" of pollution.

For the saints who received religious education and brainwashing from childhood, these two points are no different from going to heaven. In the long history of the church, there have been only two or three similar events.

The charming and gorgeous woman lay on the sofa and stretched her body, gloating and smiling: "next, unless the choir is sent out, the church can only eat this bitter fruit, and the area that has damaged an angel will surely be listed as a land of heresy. Next, it only needs to turn the great writer into her own servant, and this country will become a land of eternal growth."

The choir is the trump card of the secret church. Its members are the crazy believers of the church. They are called saints' disciples. The specific members and number are unknown for the time being, and the combat power is unknown. All the members of the choir are not fighting members, and their ability is very simple, that is, to sing the poems of angels. Because it is simple and pure, all the places that the choir passes through, whether the regional belief is rare or not, will become the dependency of the kingdom of God for a short time.

"I see. Did you bring me to this country?" A clear and indifferent voice came from behind the gorgeous lady. The lady who was stretching her waist was stiff. It was unbelievable that she turned her head to see the saint who had changed her appearance greatly. It symbolized that the pure white dress armour turned to the dark color. It changed the conservative and elegant style of the past, exposing a large piece of snow-white skin, and the black evening dress was elegant and sexy.

But the lady was attracted by the pale golden eyes, clear? No, that's too ordinary, indifferent? It's not right, too lack of sense of existence, right is pure and arrogant contempt, just like God looking at mortals, in this pair of eyes under the gaze of the lady feel a cold.

"Joan of arc." The lady's face was grim. She read out the girl's name and squinted at her: "what are you going to do now?"

"I am no longer the son of God."

"It does look like that."

"But I still ride the power of God."

"Oh?"

"How many people have you killed in this country over the years?"

"How many people have been killed? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! That's a funny question. " The lady covered her lips and laughed, joking: "do you remember how many pieces of bread you have eaten in the past year? What can polluted saints do in a country with little faith? But I'm different. My food is only human. "

The lady stood up from the sofa, took off the lace of the evening dress and sighed with regret: "I like this dress very much. I hope it won't be broken."

At that moment, his body turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the shadow of the house. In the dark room, there was only the fire of the closet, the corner of the ceiling, the shadow of the side of the cabinet, the underground of the sofa, and there was something strange and obscure in all the dark corners.

The shadow flows with strange waves, and then opens. Thousands of eyes are staring at Joan of arc standing in the center of the house. The pupil of each eye is dark red, but each eye reveals pain and twisted feelings.

"Eating their bodies, imprisoning their souls, these sins, these evils... The dark golden pupils of Joan of arc burn with fire.

From the void came charming Laughter: "yes, how about that? Do you want to cry to your omnipotent God? Let him judge me myself, this heresy? "

The darkness wriggled, and the void stretched out its lava like crimson pitching towards Joan of arc.

"It is not God who judges you, but man." Joan of arc sighed, waved her right hand forward, and breathed the flame to form a sword with solid flame.

"Roar, fire of vengeance! "Our right to revenge!"

"Hum!"

The dark red tentacle has not yet touched Joan of arc's body. It starts to ignite the flame from the tip and spreads to the whole room at a very fast speed, burning all the eyes flowing in the dark together. Thousands of wails are heard in this purgatory like room, There is a kind of happiness and relaxation of rebirth or breaking away from the sea of bitterness in the wailing of pain without exception.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The voice of the lady was drowned in the wailing wave, and the fire from the sky filled the house.

In the flames, Joan of arc, dressed in a black evening dress, has a complicated look: "this abandons God and responds to the power of human nature, which is called revenge."

The next day, Norton's Morning Post reported the news of the fire in the mansion. It was shocking that firefighters involved in the fire fighting found a mountain of bones in the basement of the mansion.