Evening Bell Church

Chapter 368 The Deterrence of the Evening Bell Church

While the battle was still going on on the mountain, so was the camp on the ground.

At this time, you can see more than a dozen giant ghouls around the church territory in March for some unknown reason.

Each of these giant ghouls is the size of an elephant, and their sharp claws are half a meter long, like steel knives.

The ferocious teeth are each an inch long and can easily bite a horse in half.

The thick and resistant carapace of the whole body has extremely strong mysterious resistance and physical resistance, comparable to a tank.

Under the rampage of these ghouls, the entire camp was in a mess.

However, the mess does not mean that the Church of March has been defeated.

The originally smooth battle suddenly turned upside down just now.

For some unknown reason, another master-level clergyman suddenly appeared in this camp.

This clergyman is taciturn and ugly, but his fighting power is terrifying.

His occupation is a butcher, and he belongs to the Tribunal of the Nighthawk Church. He has no name, and everyone calls him the butcher.

A sawtooth machete in one hand can easily tear apart the body of a giant ghoul, and the other hand wears a ferocious metal glove full of blood. The huge inhuman palm possesses terrifying destructive and attack power.

The leader of this operation, Bishop Sheridan of the Cold Church, seemed to have known about the existence of the Butcher, and didn't care that he easily killed five giant ghouls.

"Get out." The butcher stood there with his thin body, his mouth full of yellow teeth opened, and made a low and hoarse voice.

Sheridan stared at him and said lightly: "I know you, butcher. I also know your knowledge. My ghouls really can't do anything to you. Your defense and attack power can be called everything. The strongest of the masters."

"However, I am very aware of your weaknesses." Sheridan said, putting his hands in front of him, praying in a low voice.

"Looking for death!" The butcher, holding a sawtooth machete, moved forward step by step. He walked very slowly, but no one could stand in front of him.

It's not that he doesn't want to walk fast, but his knowledge is like this, he can't walk fast.

With a flick of the machete, the body of the giant ghoul rushing over instantly lay on the ground, dismembered in the blink of an eye.

Stepping on internal organs and bloody water to move on.

On the other side, a large number of people from Lenglie Church attacked others with a desperate attitude.

What makes people feel weird is that they are not focusing on attacking people from the Nighthawk Church, but Jenny who is in the Healing Church.

At the same time, some other scattered mystics also suddenly intervened.

Just now, a mysterious person suddenly threw more than a dozen grenades, which seriously injured Jenny.

Fortunately, she is a master priest, a simple treatment will not be fatal.

But this consumes a lot of her spiritual energy, and the battle situation is very difficult at this time.

"Damn it, isn't their target the Frost Witch? Why do they keep attacking me?" Jenny was very gloomy.

At this time, Jenny's condition was very bad, her whole body was covered with blood, the teaching robe was stuck to her body, there were many wounds on her shoulders, abdomen, and legs, and even a lot of shrapnel were still in the flesh and it was too late to take them out.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and his messy hair stuck to his face in a mess.

boom!
The spiritual energy shield blocked several attacks with difficulty, she looked around and immediately found some problems.

She found that all the church members she left behind belonged to Horace's direct subordinates, and her subordinates had already followed Horace up the mountain.

Now, these people fought carelessly, not only did not exert their full strength, but even faintly took the initiative to stay away from her, the priest who should have stood at the back, and exposed her.

"Horace!" At this moment, Jenny's heart was full of anger.

Now, she has figured out some clues.

Horace, wanted her dead.

oh oh oh!
The battle was very difficult, and there was a burst of cheers not far away.

Jenny turned her head to look, her face suddenly darkened.

At this time, the cold ice came from nowhere and formed a huge ice cube, which actually froze the butcher.

Without a pillar like Butcher, the master coldbinder, Sheridan is the overlord on this battlefield.

Childe seemed very afraid of death. Seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately gathered the few remaining priests and said, "Retreat!"

Afterwards, a group of people huddled together, unexpectedly... ran away, and gave the camp to Leng Lie Church.

Sheridan sneered and did not pursue.

He came here this time for two purposes, one was to take away the Frost Witch, and the other was to fulfill his promise to kill the female priest as the price for him to obtain enough information.

"Hand over this woman, and you can go away." Sheridan said lightly.

The people in the Healing Church around seemed to have a tacit understanding, but they gathered their formation and ran away without saying a word, leaving Jenny alone.

Jenny stood up with difficulty, and asked indifferently: "It was Horace who told you the trump card of the Nighthawk Church, right? The butcher's knowledge is strengthening, but his weakness is the lack of psychic energy and physical activity."

"By reducing the activity, it can be said that this indestructible butcher can be frozen directly."

Sheridan said with a smile: "Naturally, and you are the reward."

"Tsk tsk, a clean body nourished by the light of the goddess, a master priest, a well-trained body, full of freshness and elasticity, your taste will be very good." After finishing speaking, Sheridan raised his hand and took a handful of ice cream. The spear condensed and shot at Jenny's chest.

"Are you really going to die?" Jenny was very unwilling.

Before the attack, Alger came back quickly, and left with everyone from the Church of the Holy Blood, not knowing where he went.

At this point, she really didn't have any support and helpers left.

At this critical moment, a shadow flashed past, and Jenny suddenly felt that she was wrapped by a gentle force, and then moved quickly.

She slowly raised her head, saw a handsome face under the mask, and felt an elegant and mature breath.

"The archbishop!?" She asked softly and tentatively.

The mature gentleman lowered his head and smiled: "It hurts so much for such a beautiful lady."

Hearing this, Jenny blushed slightly: "Archbishop, you can really speak."

Randall reached out and touched her face, his tone was full of provocative magnetism: "What I said is true!"

thump!Jenny's heart beat uncontrollably.

This old gentleman who didn't know how many years had passed had already perfected the skills of flirting with women.

"Teacher, now is not the time to pick up girls!" Hills, who was also wearing the mask of the Evening Bell Church, walked over and said.

Randall coughed, put down Jenny and said, "Sills, you have matured a lot."

"The Church of Lenglie? When will it be so annoying!" A female knight with a big sword and a mask came over. It was the second female knight who had just wandered here today after receiving the news from Hills. Virginia.

Alger, who was wearing a mask, changed his outfit and walked over with five tall werewolves.

These nine people lined up in a very dignified manner at this time, standing on a slightly higher stone, looking down at the people of the Leng Lie Church in the camp, full of a powerful aura.

"Who are you?" Sheridan asked with a frown when he saw these people appearing suddenly.

At this time, several werewolves retreated slightly, and Geros, wearing a wolf-head mask, strolled over, and the hoarse voice full of special magnetism sounded: "Evening Bell Church."

"Evening Bell Church?" Sheridan thought for a moment, never having heard of this organization.

Geros continued: "Frost belongs to us, you can go away."

"Your people? A joke!" Sheridan sneered, and shot an ice gun at Geros like a bullet.

Geros raised his hand, and when the ice spear was less than five centimeters away from his head, he accurately grasped the ice pick with his bare hands.

Seeing this, Sheridan's eyes tightened.

"We're in a hurry, if we don't plan to leave, we'll die." Geros said, throwing away the ice pick and pulling out the long sword of frost.

At this time, a person hurried over and whispered something in Sheridan's ear.

After hearing this, Sheridan felt a little irritated. He looked up at Geros and Randall, who were completely unknown, and gritted his teeth: "Evening Bell Church, our Lenglie Church remembers you!"

After speaking, he took the people and left quickly.

Although they had a numerical advantage, his inspiration told him that if he dared to fight these people, they would definitely die!

Because of those two people, he couldn't see through them at all.

Not being able to see through represents the unknown, and the unknown represents terror!
And most importantly, to his surprise, the Nighthawk Church used that kind of sturdy cage.

With their current strength, they can't open it at all.

"Damn it, Horace, you actually set me up here!" Sheridan was full of anger.

Sound Bo, who was hiding behind, said, "They're all gone, and there's no one left."

Geros nodded: "Alger, take the werewolf on guard, don't show your true identity."

"Yes!"

Afterwards, Geros rushed into the camp with Randall, Sonic and others, and found Frost in the underground cave.

"Bingshuang! Bingshuang! Are you alright?" Yinbo asked hurriedly when he saw the sisters tied into rice dumplings in the cage.

Bingshuang's mouth was blocked and she couldn't speak, but her heart was full of shock and joy, and she nodded vigorously.

Hills stepped forward and pulled it hard, and said helplessly, "As your lord said, this cage cannot be destroyed by conventional means."

Randall touched his chin and said, "I can go in, but people can't take it out. Can you just take the cage away?"

Jenny shook her head and said, "No, this cage weighs a full ton, and has runes and restrictions imposed on it. Even if it can be moved, it won't go far."

At this time, Geros, who had been silent all the time, said, "Don't you know?"

"what?"

"Materials like chrome-silver steel are not cold-resistant." Geros said as waves of terrifying coldness gradually emerged from his body.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into an iceman covered in silvery white frost.

The special form given by the Apocalypse Apostle: Body of Frost, activated.

(End of this chapter)