I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"Are you trying to spread this behavior to the whole world?" Maerda snorted unhappily.Regardless of whether this guy did it on purpose, or really thought that taking away her power would make him a saint, his behavior was full of childishness.Let this guy be a saint in his place, and that guy (Jesus) will probably cry.

No, wait, thinking about it this way, it seems to be very interesting...

This guy kept saying 'I'm a saint'. Thinking about it, it's a bit weird, right?He doesn't even have the basic elements of being a saint, just a wayward guy who will suddenly pity the world?

He (Jesus) had to be crucified and resurrected for his transformation!

Sure enough, there is a problem, right?

"You took away my power, and you still use these extensions to present your desire to express yourself. Is it related to the self-hypnosis of the magician? Or is it the imaginary concretion of the group of dead disciples in the era when I was alive?" Martha asked directly.

Du Lin was taken aback, and secretly felt that something was wrong. Did the Iron Fist Saintess react at such a time?

Du Lin's eyes turned cold secretly, and he immediately walked towards Martha step by step. If the position was reversed, he would not have the effect of turning the tables at all.

Now, he could only take advantage of the close range, even close to the body, at the moment when his power as Martha was reversed, to give the opponent the result of being unable to defend and evade, and carry out a fatal thrust.

As he was thinking like this, Mirtha's words suddenly changed.

"Forget it, no matter what it is, I have two questions to ask you!" Maerda's expression suddenly became serious: "If you were a saint—how would you exercise your beliefs? When you conflict with other people's beliefs How will it be done?"

Du Lin: "..."

"Can't answer?" Martha frowned slightly.

Holding a spear, Du Lin pretended to respond to Mirtha while maintaining the posture of a saint: "How to exercise your beliefs, as long as you survive!"

"what?"

"I expect that even if the planet dies, human beings will not die, and they will be able to live tenaciously on the planet."

Martha frowned: "The demise of the world and the demise of mankind are mutual, who can stop the natural cycle..."

This guy actually answered!But the answer...

Martha keenly sensed that this immature guy in front of him would be the mortal enemy of Christianity in the future... In this guy's thoughts, there were hidden heresies such as 'evolution', 'I am a god', and 'God'. thought of!

"Conflicting beliefs with others is another ridiculous problem. The birth of human beings is a cruel struggle in which billions of 'lives' compete for an 'egg', and the victor is eligible to be born. Therefore—the essence of human beings is It's a struggle, a conflict." Du Lin copied the information from the memory area.

"What!?" Maerda looked at this suddenly very imposing guy in astonishment.

Since the memory recorded in the Hall of Valor is only information from the Middle Ages, due to limited knowledge, she cannot understand the concept of billions of lives and eggs, but in essence she can probably understand the other party's words.

"Do you agree that such a conflict of beliefs is normal? Will you take the initiative to participate in the struggle?" Maerda refused to understand the sophistry, and said seriously. .

"Probably so." Du Lin had already arrived at Martha's side, holding her shoulder with one hand, making her unable to move.

Martha felt the strange force coming close to her body, and she wanted something pressed against her stomach, her face was a little unnatural: "What are you doing?"

Du Lin quietly raised the spear in his hand, and he turned from the saint to the butcher.

"The Reversal of the Holy One" made the verdict at this moment.

The Holy One - Durin Gordot.

Commoner - Martha.

"Reverse -!"

A warm force returned to Martha's body, her face felt astonished, and at the same time a gun shone bright silver from behind her.

Maerda's body was about to flash subconsciously, she just twisted, and easily bent the immobile hand that was pressed on her shoulder just now.

Ka!

Bone cracking sounded.

Du Lin's pupils shrank suddenly. He knew that the opponent was about to fight back, so he stabbed the spear down immediately.

The real backstab came from standing in front, but Du Lin's hand stabbed the devil behind Maerda...

"Go to hell, Martha!"

The louder she roared, the more incompetent she seemed... Maerda felt cold in her heart. She sensed the thrust from behind and subconsciously dodged it. Following Du Lin's roar, a stab came from her stomach at the same time, making her body A little stiff.

There was a hazy flash in her eyes, and it was too late to dodge a sentence.

At the same time, in the next second, there was a chirping sound.

puff!

Crimson splash.

Martha's eyes shrank, and Du Lin, the instigator, looked dazed: "You actually got hit?"

In the expected situation, the opponent should have dodged and escaped, and Martha should have such an ability after recovering her own strength.

"Rider, could it be that you..."

Martha snorted, with a mouthful of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, and stared at her unwillingly: "Hmph, if it was the group of children with you, I might have let them pass, but in the face of your kind Guy, I won't keep my hands on guys like you! It's my own problem!"

Her spiritual core was pierced, and a blush quickly appeared on her expression, as if she was returning to the light.

Martha looked down at Du Lin's body. Rather than saying that she was defeated by the spirit core and was hit, it would be better to say that she was defeated by this real thing...

After all, in the conservative era when she was alive, she had never seen such a genuine product...

It's despicable to attack her body with this kind of thing and hinder her movement!