ghost on paper

Chapter 203 The Birth of God-Level Spiritual Text

The Holy See may accommodate any reasonable request of each finalist participant, except for inflicting harm on other competitors during the course of the competition.

This reasonable range even includes several or even dozens of human lives. Chen Angxing, a noble astrologer, has also embarked on the crazy road of Professor Yang using human beings as materials, or Chen Angxing spurned this arrogance and glory in the past. However, under Da Vinci's terrifying and heavy black pressure, he threw himself into madness without hesitation.

Throughout the night, the underground palace echoed the screams from the guards selected by Chen Angxing. Chen Angxing seemed to have made up his mind to use this method to interfere with his two opponents. This method was indeed effective, at least for Professor Yang's work. Being slowed down, Lilith's "share" consumption is also intensifying, and Truman is also facing this kind of mental torture.

Once any normal human being falls into a crazy country like Onsa, he will experience this kind of torture, either death, madness, or struggling between death and madness. This country has that absurd and black temperament, the more It is contact, the more terrifying it is, if you no longer resist this absurdity and horror, then you are crazy.

Chen Angxing's combat tactics effectively slowed down the progress of the two opponents, but for now, the progress of Truman's group is still the fastest. Gradually, spiritual brilliance emerges.

Every piece of copper is shining brightly, which means that their convergence can gradually form this huge and mysterious spiritual whole.

Physical phenomena that only appeared after translation in the past, only appeared at this moment because of the convergence of the carrier, which also proved the power of the god-level spiritual text, even without translation, it has absorbed a lot of free spirituality.

This anomaly caught the attention of the other two groups. Realizing that failure was imminent, their methods became even more outrageous.

Although the presence of Bishop Da Vinci limited the possibility of them interfering with other contestants by force, since Chen Angxing's method of torturing the guards was allowed, Professor Yang had more choices.

"Truman, I know you are the owner of the extraordinary power of the 'Actor' sequence." Professor Yang suddenly said, "Does the lady next to you know that your incarnation is the Moonlight Knight?"

His voice penetrated the silence of the underground palace and reached the ears of Truman and Lilith.

Lilith looked at Truman in surprise.

Truman shrugged, "A ridiculous statement."

"It's true that Moonlight Knight is crazy, but you are normal." Lilith said.

"Professor Yang, should I call you Professor Yang or Von Eve?" Truman also shouted, "Will the Holy See let you off by playing someone else to interfere with the progress of the Spiritual Essay Contest?"

"You are the one that the Holy See will not let go." Professor Yang sneered, "God-level spiritual text is the target that the Holy See wants. In order to prevent you from escaping, Moonlight Knight must have died in the hands of a certain bishop, right? Even if you get Victory, what do you think will happen to you? You get the god-level spiritual text, and then... ah!"

Professor Yang screamed out, presumably because he was punished by Bishop Da Vinci for revealing the true intention of the Holy See.

Therefore, in this war of words, Truman had won by a margin, but Professor Yang did say what he was most worried about, and the speed of the Lingwen typewriter he operated also slowed down.

Lilith noticed Truman's abnormality, and she looked at Truman with her quiet eyes, seeming to be puzzled.

Truman and Lilith have known each other for less than half a year, but she is already Truman's only concern in the foreign world. Now that the two are in danger, Truman knows several levels of information more than Lilith, and still cannot Knowing all the truth, Lilith is even more ignorant of everything.

"We must win first." Truman whispered to Lilith, repeating her previous words, "If you win, you may live, if you lose, you will definitely die."

The Pope’s threat is still unclear, Professor Yang’s madness is within reach, the Prime Minister wants Truman to die, Von Eve also has a deep hatred with Truman, no matter who plays Professor Yang, he has the key, which is the Prime Minister’s Man, Truman can't give him the victory.

Lilith nodded at Truman, and hurriedly adjusted the Lingwen typewriter, adding corrosive solution and thin copper sheets to the typewriter, one piece of thin copper after another was printed with black characters, and output from the Lingwen typewriter, while Truman held it in his hand. 'Heart Ape' consumes 'share' to add driving force to the Lingwen typewriter.

The night is gone.

Dawn is approaching.

Although the sun is not visible in the underground palace, there is also a faint light of the rising sun. The light of the rising sun comes from the thin copper sheets stacked in a pile. There are nearly a hundred sheets, and there are dozens of spiritual scripts on each sheet. The notch, that is, the spiritual text with thousands of characters, was rubbed out of this mine by Truman and Lilith.

Now, with every additional piece of copper, the spiritual brilliance will increase by one point. Everyone knows that this god-level spiritual text is only a piece of paper away from being born.

Bishop Da Vinci couldn't help but approached the pile of copper plates. The spiritual light shone on his scarred face, radiating fanaticism and piety.

"My lord Pope..." Archbishop Da Vinci murmured, "You are finally coming back."

Suddenly, another kind of light shone on this area, it was a kind of snow-white light like moonlight, Da Vinci turned his head and saw Archbishop Lyle appearing in the moonlight, obviously Archbishop Lyle was also a god-level priest who was about to complete Attracted by Lingwen.

"The Lord will lead us to one glory after another," Lyle said softly.

"The war is coming, I smell the breath of the storm." Da Vinci's tone was full of excitement.

At this moment, the two archbishops came into contact with information about some incidents that shouldn't have happened. It was a conspiracy to kill. If the breath of war is a storm, then this incident is like a cold arrow shot in the dark, deadly and dangerous. Danger.

And the place where the incident took place was Habsburg, and there was a sad breath of fratricide among the same surnames in the cold arrow.

"Habs is such a cursed name," said Archbishop Ryle.

"We need a war commander, there is no one more suitable than him, so he must be alive." Da Vinci said, "I will deal with this matter, and you wait here for the Pope to wake up."

Archbishop Lyle nodded lightly and had no objection to this, but he reminded Da Vinci: "The mother of the plague is there, be careful."

"Under the 'myth', I have no opponent. It is just a third-level 'legend'." Archbishop Da Vinci didn't care about it. He turned and left, and walked outside the underground palace, walking like a chariot. The roar of driving disappeared in the darkness in an instant.

Archbishop Lyle looked at the three groups of contestants in the underground palace. They were still completing the competition quietly. The conversation between the two archbishops did not reach their ears. The spiritual wall cut off their eyes and ears and prying eyes. The absolute difference of the order.

(End of this chapter)