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Chapter 255 Michael, the Emerald Society changes hands

"Our Lord is all-knowing and all-powerful, and the heretics will surely return from their lost ways!" The believers sitting in the circle responded with enthusiasm.

"Start the ceremony!" Next to Helmer, there were still two remaining cardinals standing.

They closed their eyes and chanted magical incantations with all their concentration.

Helm took two steps back without leaving a trace, opened and closed his lips, and silently recited a spell similar to that of a cardinal.

The magic circle began to glow with white light, and more and more white light seeped out of the magic circle.

When the brightness of the magic circle reached its highest point, a milky white liquid began to secrete continuously from the angel statue.

The believers allowed these almost gelatinous things to cover their bodies, and the devout chants in their mouths never stopped.

Even though their bodies have begun to dissolve and collapse.

There was no trace of pain on their faces. Instead, they showed a strange expression of pride of voluntary sacrifice mixed with the satisfaction of reaching heaven.

One of the cardinals breathed a sigh of relief after performing the magic, and said with a smile: "With an angel taking action, no matter how strong that monster is, it will only end up in ashes."

"Taylor, are you interested in going to see the big scene together?"

"Tyler?"

He turned his head, only to find that the body of the cardinal named Taylor was covered in white gel.

Taylor looked at him with a mixture of tears and laughter, his mood was so high that he burst into tears, "Praise my Lord, praise the eternal light!"

The magic circle didn't know when it enveloped them!

"Lord Helmer!!"

"In order for the Lord's oracle to be infallible, you also need to become a part of Michael." Helmer looked at the cardinals who fell into the white gel with compassion on their faces.

"Your souls will be in heaven, serving our Lord."

Herme Augustus stopped chanting magic, and everyone present had been swallowed up by the magic circle and turned into a wriggling white gel.

"The survival rate given by that person was so small that I could only survive by becoming the only one left."

Helmer adjusted his clothes and straightened the crown on his head, "However, if the angels win, I will remember your achievements."

In the angel sculpture, the gulping sounds of beasts eating began to appear.

The array with a diameter of a hundred meters was originally covered with a gelatinous material with a thickness of half a meter. In two breaths, it was completely absorbed by the angel sculpture.

The moment the sculpture was finished devouring, he stood up holding the two-handed sword in both hands.

As it stood up, the outermost stone skin began to wither inch by inch.

The faceless face also begins to have a mouth, nose and eyes.

Golden armor, golden sword, golden hair, golden wings, even the eyes are golden.

The light it emits is second only to the sun in the sky.

"The energy is overflowing. Please use the power of magic to reach home." Russell stood next to Helmer, and Yuyi stood on the other side of the Pope.

Helmer's whole body trembled, and the crown on his head fell off, rolling to the feet of the awakened angel, Michael.

"Mortal, you dare to stand on the same level as our Lord's spokesman." Michael's voice was like countless people talking, noisy and strangely unified.

"A living aggregate that has lived for a long time really thinks of itself as an angel." Russell tilted his head and put his hand on Helmer's shoulder.

"Why are you so bad at the magic of inviting gods that you learned from us?"

"Didn't you get it from formal channels?"

Helmer's body was shaking like chaff, and big beads of sweat kept dripping from the wrinkles on his old forehead, "I, I don't know either."

He didn't dare to move, for fear that Russell would crush him to death.

According to the performance in the Sky Mirror, Russell can turn believers into dust from nearly a hundred meters away.

He is now so close to this evil star, and I am afraid that if he makes the slightest move, he will be wiped out.

"You know, Sir Su Luo, I am just the spokesperson of the Lord. The Lord guides me in everything. I don't know anything."

"Your Excellency?" Russell chuckled and tightened his fingers slightly, "How did I hear that you called me a devil, a monster or a heretic?"

"Slander, it's all slander!" Helmer said loudly, the force on his shoulders was like a sharp ax hanging on his neck, and it might fall at any time.

He knew he might have just one word to save his life.

"Lord Su Luo, the Lord's first prophecy is that you are the new owner of this holy city!" Helmer knelt down tremblingly and shouted:

"I have been waiting for your arrival!"

Helmer's eyes flashed and he escaped from Russell's hand, and he immediately began to use the magic power in his body. The next moment, his face suddenly turned ugly.

His magic power can no longer be sensed!

"Then why would anyone stop me from coming?" Russell lowered his head and looked at the slightly glowing seal array on Helmer's shoulder with a smile.

"That's the traitor's own decision. They don't want to believe the Lord's prophecy!" Helmer knelt down seriously, his tone also very serious, as if he was stating the facts.

"Then why did you summon the angel? Is it to destroy me?"

"It wasn't me who did this, it was all the traitors who decided on their own!" Helmer raised his head, his old face showing an expression of suffering after all.

"I am the only one in the whole city of St. Monroe who believes that you will come."

"Lord Saint Solomon, your loyal servant has waited too long."

After saying this, he burst into tears, his expression showing a trace of relief that he would die without regrets.

This sincerity immediately silenced the well-informed Russell.

Also silent was Otsutsuki Hagoromo.

He had been following Russell, and Russell did not hide anything from him about the Jade Society.

Otsutsuki Hagoromo felt that the shelf life of integrity in the ninja world definitely exceeded a thousand years.

At least until now, he has never discovered such an incredible talent.

Of course, what was even more silent was the angel Michael who was silenced by Pope Hermo after just saying a word.

His body began to become distorted, and chaotic sounds poured out like a volcano erupting crazily.

"Judge this heretic! He does not deserve to be our Pope!"

"The pope's faith won't be so shaky. Maybe the Lord's prophecy is true?"

"..."

Russell took a deep breath and inserted his fingers directly into the forehead of Helmer, who was unable to resist.

It would be a pity for such a genius not to be used to harm the strangers here.

The moral bottom line gap between the Merlin sisters and this magic stick is too obvious.

After taking a breath, Helmer truly made a loyal expression.

The younger Helmer asked with a respectful face: "My lord, your slave can deal with this evil thing in front of you."

He pointed at the guy who not long ago had been called an angel.

However, the current 'Michael' no longer looks like an angel.

It's more like a white, fermented, misshapen steamed bun.

The shining two-handed sword fell to the ground and had lost its original golden luster.

Russell shook his head, stretched out his hand and drew a blue talisman in the air - a calming talisman.

The Tongtian Ru can be used as a talisman in the void. As for the paper talisman in Hermo's arms, he still wants to keep it to give an explanation to the Shangqing faction.

The distorted flesh ball suddenly stopped squirming, and it stayed in place quietly until the calming charm was attached to its body.

The moment the talisman came into contact with the flesh ball, white light emerged from the inside of the flesh ball, and twisted souls rushed out of the confines of the flesh ball with the white light.

Russell watched expressionlessly as countless souls flew into the air and then dissipated.

From Helmer's memory, the so-called Michael is just an evil reformed version of the Shangqing sect's divine magic.

It contains the soul of the first pope sealed within it.

Relying on the resonance of magical faith, this soul absorbs the souls of believers one after another, and then forcibly turns into a huge soul aggregate.

Although the strength is strong, the weakness is also obvious.

As long as the core soul is fixed, other souls will naturally separate and dissipate.

A cold light flashed in Russell's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to capture the soul of the first pope, preparing to take it back and slowly process it.

And the descendants of these plunderers, the aliens scattered on the European continent, will also be liquidated one by one by his servants.

　Gone……

　　

　

(End of this chapter)