Invincible priest, out of the courtroom

Next to it stood Lorexy, holding a small watering can in the style of a cartoon whale in her arms, as if she was going to use it for watering.

Luo Xia remembered that these tools were all left by Getaf, and belonged to the category of children's toys, but seeing Lorexy using them, they were somewhat young and naive, but they were held by Karanna just now. good look.

"That... a man came here just now and talked to me..."

Rorschach was about to tell the two girls what happened earlier, but was interrupted by Lorexi:

"We already know and are discussing this matter together."

"Hmm... Sister Karanna suggested that Rorschach agree to it, and that's exactly what I thought too."

"Uh... you guys... at least give me some reasons and reasons?"

"There is no reason, Rorschach should know that everything in this world does not always have a reason and reason, especially for those complicated and difficult problems."

"........."

In this way, Rorschach had a thoughtless exchange with Lorexy.

One of them is an angel, and the other is a so-called 'wise man'. Of course, Rorschach will listen to the advice she offers, but it will inevitably make people feel weird, like guessing a riddle...

Rorschach didn't ask any more questions, but just watched Karanna use a toy shovel to tamper with the flower bed in silence, as if she was loosening the soil, but also a bit like planting seeds, but more like sheer boredom, she wanted to use this kind of thing to pass the time .

And in the soil she tossed and tossed, one can see a green bud, a pink flower bud waiting to be released, and some weeds that have just emerged, crowded together in the not spacious flower bed, and intertwined.

No one knows what this flower bed will look like in a while, it may be completely taken over by weeds, or it may be beautiful flowers blooming...

Luo Xia watched silently for a while, feeling something in his heart.

The witch who made a comeback, the angel who came to bear the [price], the seemingly important funeral without any reason...

Perhaps when these three things are intertwined, there will be some unpredictable and incomprehensible consequences?

Or maybe the interweaving of these three things is itself chaotic and disorderly.

In short, don't think too much, don't ask too much.

Hunting the Saints: Chapter 271 269. Proving Your Worth

The time of the day quietly came to eleven o'clock in the night, and the entire city of oracle gradually quieted down.

And next to a tram station in the downtown area, the newly promoted Witch of Pain, Julian, was silently staying on the platform, looking down at the train tracks below, as if waiting for a tram that would not come, or as if walking along the train. Follow the train tracks to spy on the context of the whole city.

There was no one around the station, and the street lights on the side kept flickering, making the long skirt on her body that looked like it was woven with blood linger repeatedly in the darkness and dimness, looming.

She didn't think quietly for too long, she raised her head and looked at the people who surrounded her under the cover of darkness.

Julian's fingers moved slightly, as if tapping the keys in the air.

The fine silk threads spread all around her silently and instantly, ready to cut through anyone who dared to offend.

But these people who surrounded him from all directions didn't notice the hidden danger, and they were still approaching slowly, forming an encircling circle, completely enveloping Julian in the very center.

Soon, they approached the silk thread, and continued to walk without realizing it.

In the next second, the surrounding street lights went out together, and only a series of slight sounds of flesh and blood being torn apart could be heard in the darkness.

But when the street lights turned on again, there was a circle of people around Julian.

These people are old and young, male and female, but they all look ragged, and use all kinds of rags that are not clothes to barely cover their bodies. They are dirty and more desolate than beggars.

Their limbs are more or less disabled, their organs are missing in various ways, and they have different scars on their bodies.

Of the more than 100 people who surrounded them, none of them were intact.

But they passed through the silk thread under the witch's cloth unharmed, came to Julian, and then... crawled at her feet, with their foreheads pressed against the floor.

"Oh?"

Julian frowned slightly, feeling a little surprised by the situation.

"who are you?"

She asked an old man kneeling right in front of her.

The man knelt deeply, revealing the stitched scars on his back like centipedes, and replied in a very solemn voice:

"We are those who endure suffering, those who seek pain, and those who welcome pain; we are servants of pain and your followers."

"Didn't think I would have followers?"

A slightly sarcastic smile appeared on Julian's face, and he asked again:

"Did you escape from the North?"

"No...no one can escape from the hands of the heretics in the North, we have been here since a long time ago, long ago no one can remember, we have been waiting, waiting for your king's landing, waiting for everything destruction and end."

After hearing the old man's answer, Julian immediately laughed. The smile was so flamboyant and unrestrained that he couldn't straighten his waist.

She didn't stop until she laughed for a long time, and said in a low voice:

"Interesting, a bunch of crazy idiots, you guys are really interesting..."

"In this case, try to please me! Prove your worth to me!"

After all, she stepped off the platform and stepped on the rails embedded in the ground, her figure melted into silk threads and disappeared in place.

Almost at the same time as she disappeared, several sword lights wrapped in holy flames struck from the air and landed on the place where she was standing before, splitting the platform into a pile of ruins in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, seven silver-white figures fell from the sky, and the blue one-eyed eyes on the visor slowly swept around.

"It's still a little slower, and she escaped again..."

Francis, who was wearing a fox head and shoulders, said regretfully.

The more than 100 people kneeling on the ground slowly got up, twisted their necks, looked at the seven Northland Holy Church, and then slowly stood up.

Francis seemed to notice this group of people who called themselves 'Pain Attendants' at this time, and said with disdain:

"Thugs who believe in witches, I didn't expect that there are even here. Do thousands of sects in this city only know how to chant scriptures?"

Since there are cults in this world that believe in the descendants of evil gods, there will naturally also be cults that believe in witches.

And because of the particularity of the witch and the contagiousness of the witch's curse, there are quite a few such sects, and they are quite large. It took a long time in the Northland to clean up these cults.

But in a place like the City of Oracles, which is naturally suitable for harboring cults, it's not surprising that such valuables will emerge.

"Forget it, for the sake of the archbishop..."

Francis shook his head slightly.

"Annihilation."

Following his order, the six templars formed their formation, and Francis directly opened the meaning link to start a disciplinary formation.

But these cultists were fearless and gathered around the old man one after another.

"Kill these heretics of the North, and prove our worth to the Lady of Pain."

As the old man said, he took out a few slender silver needles from the rags on his body, pierced them fiercely into his forehead, cheekbones, and heart, and then let out a sigh of enjoyment.

The others each took out a dirty sack with wet blood stains on it, put the sack on their heads, and wrapped the hemp rope around their necks tightly, tightening enough to suffocate Degree.

All kinds of scars on their bodies burst open again, with broken blades, spikes, and arrows protruding from them, and everyone became like a scarred man after many battles, and was tightly wrapped in a sack The head began to emit a series of beast-like growls.

Then, sharp thorns pierced out of the sack, turning into ferocious maces.

Except for the old man, all these people turned into tireless and painless monsters, roaring and rushing towards the Northland Holy Church.

"These lunatics have become almost immune to physical attack through long-term self-abuse."

Facing the surging cult monsters, Francis judged with experience and issued an order in advance:

"Light the blade."

The Templars drew out their standard two-handed swords, and rubbed their gauntlets against the blades to cover the swords with a layer of holy fire.

Then he took the initiative to step forward, facing an enemy dozens of times larger than his own.

Both sides were fearless people, and a bloody battle broke out in front of the station.

The attacks of the templars are very effective, and every time they swing their blades, they can split a monster in half.

But the other party will not die because of this...

Even when their bodies are cut in half vertically, they are only temporarily incapacitated.

When the old man in the back inserted a steel needle into their body again, their injuries began to heal rapidly, and soon stood up again, and continued to rush towards the Northland Holy Church.

The battle situation seems to be unfolding in an unfavorable direction...

Hunting Saints: Chapter 272 270. We are Immortal, You will be destroyed eventually!

These monsters who jumped up held all kinds of weapons that looked like weapons, but more like torture tools, such as bone chopping knives, iron hooks, leather whips, spikes, and even various things made of human bones. , each piece was covered with blood stains and debris, exuding a ferocious temperament and a disgusting stench.

Although their individual combat power is not worth mentioning in front of the elite northern sanctuary, the attacks they launch can hardly touch the sanctuary, let alone threaten the solid defense of the deformed armor.

But with the support of the old man at the back, they kept falling down and standing up again, as if they couldn't kill them at all, they surrounded the temple and entangled them tightly, constantly consuming and eroding their strength .

It seems that as long as the old man can still insert steel needles, they will be immortal.

If this stalemate continues, the balance of victory may be fatally tipped...

Perhaps attacking the old man directly is the correct way to break the situation. He is not far away, and there is no monster protection around him. It probably only needs a certain knight to jump up and cut off his head.

But Francis seemed completely unaware of this obvious opportunity for victory. Instead of directing the knights to attack the old man in the rear, he even made the team shrink back and formed a circle to resist the constant invasion of monsters.

These templar knights did not lift the restrictions on their armor either. The one-eyed eyes on their visors were still blue, and there were no breathing holes on their bodies. They still held standard two-handed swords instead of more convenient personalized weapons.

They just let the monsters surround them and let them consume their own strength, as if they were willing to die here.

In the end, even the old man who was the enemy couldn't stand it anymore, as if he was afraid that the other party would not see his flaws, he couldn't help but reminded:

"We are immortal, you will be destroyed eventually!"

But Francis remained indifferent and continued to keep the team in a defensive formation.

It wasn't until another 5 minutes later that the old man who was supposed to be winning had a look of anxiety and panic for the first time.

While he continued to insert steel needles into his body, making himself look like a hedgehog, he caused the monsters to launch a more violent attack, continuously attacking the defense line of the church, as if eager to end the battle.

But the feet are quietly retreating, wanting to retreat into the darkness, about to give up this seemingly easy-to-reach victory...

Francis still did not order the pursuit, but turned his head and glanced behind him, then whispered:

"It seems... there is no need for us to do it."

After all, he just raised the spear-like staff in his hand and planted it heavily on the ground.

A halo spread from his feet, covering the Templars around him, providing them with [Guardian Halo]

In the next second, a holy white light pierced the pitch-black sky, like a spotlight cast in the darkness, making the old man who was still secretly retreating invisible.

Then, the beam of light began to shrink until only a thin line remained, leaving a spot of light on the old man's bald head.

Then, 【Holy Punishment Sword】 arrived as scheduled...

When the huge sword made of holy flames fell down, the surging holy flames instantly swept across the entire battlefield, completely submerging the old man and his monsters.

The Templar team shrouded in the [Guardian Halo] was safe and sound in this wave of holy flames.

........................

On a lightning rod about a kilometer away, Rorschach still kept the gesture of "photo frame" with both hands, looking at the battlefield in the distance, and muttered in a low voice:

"It should be very accurate, right? Maybe there is no need to make up the knife anymore? Even if there are remaining remnants, they can be handed over to Francis..."

He was about to go to bed, but Nota suddenly received a call from Francis, saying that he had found the witch's trace, so he rushed over in a hurry.

This also shows that Francis has been following his previous instructions.

"It's still easy to cooperate with my own people, especially an experienced priest like Francis... If it is replaced by an inexperienced priest like Agartis, I will probably be fooled by the other party."

Luo Xia continued to sigh with emotion, and put his hand down.

He gave Francis a high evaluation, indicating that the previous performance and choice of the priest of the church were very correct, and he deserved to be the reliable assistant left by Nota's mother.

Rorschach straightened the silk top hat on his head, smoothed the tuxedo on his body, and was hugged by Karanna behind him. After a few flashes, he appeared in front of the templar team out of thin air.

And the previous battlefield, after being swept by the holy flame, although there were only scorched marks and scars left on the ground, and even the street lamps and telephone poles were melted away, it looked extraordinarily clean and holy. During the time, all kinds of evil spirits did not dare to approach here.

Francis next to him looked at Rorschach who suddenly appeared, changed his outfit, and was still wearing a holy flame mask. He couldn't help being stunned, and asked tentatively:

"The Archbishop? Is that you?"