Chapter 2252

At first, Paul stood with a mop in his hand and listened to the preacher's story. But listening, he was moved by the great ideals of his ancestors and the cult heroes and knelt on one knee.

Look at the dark and crazy Gotham! God is right! The order is also right!

Purify the world with light and flame? What a great goal! If the Wayne family had complied with the agreement, would everyone be better off now? Gotham will become heaven on earth?

Just listening to it makes people fascinated, as if the body's pain has gone away.

Yes, it's so amazing that he can't feel the pain in his body. The whole person has been sublimated.

At this moment, he finally felt the warmth of the holy light. It turns out that God made him live and suffer, not because his atonement was not enough, but because he had killed more than 100000 heretics before and had not finished his work at all!

In the past, I always felt that it was a mistake. The task of purification had been abandoned for decades. My cancer must have been urged by the Lord.

Now, he's sober up and understood, so the pain is far away. It must be so.

In fact, he still suffered from the lack of education, otherwise a little common sense would have known that it was just too excited to cause adrenaline secretion, temporarily blocking the pain.

But the priest nodded seriously, and his hand was on his old friend's shoulder:

"yes, let you finally understand your duty and see my Lord's intention. Now, are you willing to fight for his glory? Purify all the heretics and the fallen, and take back the city that belongs to us? "

Jean Paul nodded solemnly. He felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and he naturally wanted to follow the path of his ancestors and continue to serve the order.

Because when he was displaced and starving, it was this church that gave him shelter. In his ears, the previous story was not told by the priest, but from God's will.

Well, actually, cancer cells spread from the bone and invaded the brain. After adding some brain tonic, he believed in the story because it was an oracle.

"I will do my best for the glory of the Lord."

Paul stood up, his eyes red and his nostrils puffed, as if he wanted to crush the vile Wayne family into powder at once.

However, he also knew that it would be difficult to deal with Gotham's richest man with his bare hands, which required a strict plan.

So he forced himself to calm down again, but God urged him again. He felt that his body began to hurt. He could only kneel down and pray to the cross, praying that the master could give him some more time.

"Just a moment, please."

The priest chuckled. He had been watching Jean Paul for several years. Seeing that his delusions and cancer were getting more and more serious, so that his faith in religion was now overwhelming everything, he knew that in today's half city frozen environment, the old man would only rely more on God.

As a mission envoy, he was prepared.

I saw him float back to the preparation room in black, and soon brought a sword, and some old people.

They were men and women, but the youngest were at least sixty years old, armed, armed, armed with automatic rifles and various weapons, looking at Paul with the same fanatical eyes.

"Our Knights have come all the way from Sardinia." The priest introduced these "paladins" with a smile, and his voice was full of pride: "they have experienced many battles, and their faith is extremely firm. They have slaughtered countless Heretics in the Middle East. From today on, they are under your command. Even if they launch suicide missions, they will not frown."

Paul looked at the cavalry team with admiration, and the old men and women nodded with a smile to prove that the priest was right.

One of them was a graceful old man with a strong belly. He patted himself on the chest and exclaimed excitedly, "for the glory of the Lord! I... cough! Burp

Maybe he shot too hard, the whole face turned pale, spit out a mouthful of blood, legs a soft fell down.

When the people around him responded to help him, Paul found that the honorable knight was no longer angry.

But the silence lasted only for a short time. Soon everyone except Paul clapped their hands. They slapped the bodies of their comrades in arms with envy. The priest also said with a moving face:

"this is wonderful! Your piety has been recognized by the Lord, and my Lord has taken this holy warrior to his kingdom. As long as you complete his mission, everyone will be in heaven

The old men and women suddenly burst into a strong sense of war, and the sound of loading weapons sounded "bang Li Cha". They yelled the battle roar containing the holy name, poured holy water on their heads, and were always ready to throw themselves into the battlefield to purify evil.

Paul's head was not very clear, in this environment also quickly affected, excited to tears. He stood up and took the sword from the priest's hand and waited for further instructions.

"This sword is the sword of your ancestor Bacar. St. John himself blessed it and hoped that you could accomplish his unfinished mission."The priest looked serious, as if holding some rare treasure. He put the cold weapon of ordinary steel assembly line in Paul's hand, and the cost of it, except for the sword jaw of the golden statue, should be about five dollars.

But crazy people don't care about that.

Paul took the sword solemnly. Although he preferred to use guns as a modern soldier, how could a paladin not have a sword?

He took the weapon out of the scabbard. Although he couldn't understand it, he also quickly inserted it back, praising:

"good sword!"

There was an imperceptible smile on the priest's face, but in a flash he coughed and nodded: "we must first root out Gotham's evil source, damned Bruce Wayne, the son of the traitor and usurper."

"Kill Wayne! Kill Wayne

The old men raised their weapons and cheered. The shouts and murders in the church echoed back and forth.

"Kill Bruce Wayne." Paul moved his neck. He picked up an automatic rifle brought by the old people, loaded it and loaded it: "according to my Lord's will, the wicked traitor will be punished by the fire of hell."

The priest who has reached the goal is ready to leave. The paladins are good. They don't need any mobilization before the war. Their morale is available.

However, in order to go through the process, we still need to say a few words on the scene. Otherwise, we will feel as if we are not contributing. The above-mentioned words will not be good:

"God said," I have come into the world as light, so that those who believe in me will not live in darkness. " My Lord has ordered us to purify Gotham, and his will will will be in Gotham, in his kingdom, as in heaven. "

Amen

The crowd responded with a roar, and the atmosphere of fanaticism reached a new level.

Indeed, it must be. This is what the word "amen" means.

But at this time, an uninteresting person coughed a few times, and a strange voice came from far away.

"I didn't say that. It's not me. Don't talk nonsense. It's bullshit!"

The believers present immediately took up their weapons and looked at them.

The God on the cross, with his head down and his eyes closed and suffering, opened his eyes and looked at them impatiently www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!