Invincible priest, out of the courtroom

He is like this, perfectly matching everyone's expectations for a saint, his speech and demeanor, people can't find the slightest fault, and even more so, people can't help but be convinced, and spontaneously join the team of followers behind.

And in the direction a little farther to the side and rear, there was a group of people led by the Marquis, composed of a group of clergymen and scholars in various fields, and there were more than ten capable guards on the periphery.

Originally, they were closer to Santa Teresa than they are now, but after receiving a telegram, the Marquis quickly led his people back to a farther position.

This caused several priests in the team to immediately express their doubts and dissatisfaction, eager to ask the Marquis for an explanation.

After careful consideration of the wording, the Marquis carefully replied:

"The recorder told me another saint's suggestion, let us keep a certain distance from Saint Tracia."

He has been as tactful as possible, and did not read the original text of the telegram...

Otherwise, the fierce words in the original text will definitely make this temporary team fight among themselves in an instant...

But even so, those priests were still unwilling to accept it, and continued to question:

"Why do we listen to someone else's advice? Even though that may be a saint, we just want to follow the saint of our own sect."

"Yes, this is a illogical suggestion. Although I don't know why the saint said that, but Saint Teresa is there, so we should follow in his footsteps!"

"Even 200 years ago, there were contradictions and differences between saints and saints. We have no reason to listen to the advice of saints from other sects instead of trusting St. Teresa of our own sect..."

"I think so too... What's more, the saint mentioned by the record official has never appeared in public, and has always existed in your description. Maybe he is a Northland guy? This is really..."

The questioning made the Marquis suddenly feel more pressured, and his mind ached a little.

Most of the clergymen brought here this time are from the side of the original faith, because they believe in the Lord of Order as well as St. Tracia, and the original denomination of the saints has long been wiped out by everyone, so they will not let go. Xia counted as "my family".

It is also human nature not to be willing to trust someone who has never been masked and who is from another sect.

If it weren't for the Marquis' prestige, they would have left the team long ago and went to follow Saint Tracia.

Among them, there was only one outlier, who agreed with the Marquis' decision and chose to believe the telegram, but he didn't rush to intervene, but waited for others to express their emotions in a hurry, and then persuaded:

"Everyone, I agree with the choice of His Majesty the Marquis. Aren't we also following Saint Teresa now? There's no need to be so close, right? It's easy to harass those people."

These more euphemistic remarks, coupled with the usual prestige of this person, calmed down the fanaticism of the colleagues around him a little.

The person who said this was Bishop Kang Ding, the most experienced and powerful 'talk show' among the people present...

He used to follow the former archbishop Rossetti, looking around the city for the saint who didn't want to show up, and he clearly remembered the high trust and evaluation given to him by the former archbishop, so as a confidant trained and promoted by Rossetti, Bishop Kang Ding would naturally believe in that Northland saint.

That is a saint who has rejected fame, wealth, eyes, applause, and glory, and is only willing to shelter innocent people in the dark. He will never give such suggestions or warnings because of those narrow personal emotions.

And he was still accompanied by his old partner, the 'host' Raffle, who also chimed in at this time:

"Sorry to bother you, big shots, please allow me, the talk show host, to interrupt. Haven't you noticed that more and more people are coming, and they are getting more and more fanatical?"

"But if I remember correctly, we didn't make this news public. How did they know about it? Besides, this place is actually quite far from the city. How did they come here so quickly?"

These words suddenly seemed like a bucket of cold water was poured on the head, and gradually calmed down the restless clergy.

After all, he is the host of the "Unbelievable Series", and he is also an experienced transcendent who has participated in the investigation and dealt with various incidents. He is the closest investigator in this temporary team.

His words also made several mystic scholars present more sober, and each raised some details that had been ignored before:

"Speaking of which, His Excellency Santa Teresa, seems to be acting a little...too calm and steady? I didn't find the slightest joy and excitement of returning home in him..."

"Yeah, after all, 200 years have passed, and the world has changed so much, and he is not surprised at all? Is he not at all curious about new things like steam cars and cameras?"

"Also, there are a lot of young people who came here this time, and they all voluntarily followed Saint Teresa, but according to previous polls, young people now are obviously more inclined to choose those liberal sects..."

They asked a lot of questions again and again.

However, no one has yet noticed those two issues that should be more obvious, more core, and more important...

Is this really Santa Teresa?

Why is he still alive?

Whether it's the people who lined the road to welcome them, or the followers who voluntarily followed, or the scholars and transcendents farther behind, everyone automatically ignored these two questions...

No one would ignorantly ask why Saint Teresa was able to come back from the dead and return again.

It seemed that he should return to the city he had desperately guarded at this time and here.

As the team gradually moved forward, more and more people followed, and at this moment, a young girl bravely approached Saint Teresa with an engineering camera in her hand, and Once made the request that countless people have raised before:

"Master Trasha, can I take a photo with you?"

This time, Santa Teresa didn't rush to answer.

At the same time, he stopped.

This made the girl startled for a moment, then ecstatic for a while, imagining that she could make the legendary saint stop her progress for her?Doesn't this mean...

But then, she heard Saint Teresa say:

"Son, please step back a little and give me some space."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly took two steps back, and followed the line of sight under Saint Terrasha's mask to look at the crowd ahead of the route.

There was already a human wall surrounding it, and it was so piled up that it was impassable, but she managed to squeeze in.

But at this time, people made way for themselves.

A special visitor from behind was revealed.

Dressed in a gorgeous religious robe, holding a silver scepter, and wearing a mask that looks like a white flame woven on his face, there is a stick figure expression on it, showing a perverse and sad smile.

He walked towards Santa Teresa step by step.

The people who were crowded on the side also retreated and evacuated spontaneously, as if they were avoiding something.

Soon, no one could be seen behind that person, making him look lonely.

And Santa Teresa, who was opposite him, still had a large number of followers behind him, and a large number of supporters beside him.

An extremely stark contrast was formed.

The girl who was refused to take a photo with Santa Teresa suddenly had an idea, and hurriedly backed away, then raised her camera, wanting to record the scene in front of her.

But when she looked through the camera to see the world in front of her, everything seemed to have changed.

She saw a holy, blazing, shining light, going towards a cloud of dark, obscure, dead ashes.

Before she had time to think about it or press the shutter, she felt a buzzing explosion in her head.

Then the eyes suddenly widened to the extreme, and scarlet bloodshots appeared on the white of the eyes.

Just fell into madness in an instant.

But in the next second, another light appeared in her eyes.

Then the whole person fell asleep on the side of the road in a daze...

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This chapter is 3000 words. I have something to go out tomorrow, so I can’t code it too late. Let’s read it first. If I have free time tomorrow, I will add another chapter.

Thank you for giving away a salted fish spike twice in three days!

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Thank you all!

Hunting the Saints: Chapter 355 352. Perfect and True

Saint Tracia's helmet was slightly tilted, and he glanced at the sleeping girl on the side of the road from the corner of his vision, and commented:

"Sophistication, precision, refinement, and refinement, call it excellence, impress!"

He still behaved like a perfect saint, and he didn't hold back his compliments.

Then, he lowered his voice slightly, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:

"It's an honor to meet you here, Saint Rorschach, and...

"This beautiful lady."

Not only did his eyes see through Rorschach's holy flame mask, but he couldn't even hide Karanna behind him.

Then, he sent his blessings very generously and kindly:

"May the stars shine on your path, and may the flowers bloom on the path under your feet."

Luo Xia didn't rush to respond to the other party's polite greetings, but gradually mobilized the holy power in his body, allowing a little golden light to shine through the crescent-shaped gaps in the mask.

Then he replied in a low voice:

"Santa Teresa? It's just a pile of filthy dead souls."

In his eyes, this saint, who was considered perfect in front of mortals, also couldn't maintain that superficial disguise, revealing its original appearance.

It was a viscous mass that looked like silt and black mist. It couldn't even maintain a fixed shape, and it kept twisting and wriggling in the air.

And on top of this clump of mud, there is still a head floating. The left half is a flawless and handsome male face, which can be called perfect and handsome; on the right half, only half of the pale bones are left, like flesh and blood. Being completely stripped, it looks eerie and terrifying.

This is what 'Santa Terrasia' really looks like.

When he didn't feel embarrassed at all by Rorschach's insight into his original appearance, and he still maintained the appearance of a perfect saint, he replied calmly:

"No, respected Saint Rorschach, I am the saint you are familiar with, the one who follows and serves the order of our Lord."

But as soon as he finished speaking, his heroic figure in classical silver armor suddenly turned into a puppet...

It looks wrinkled and dirty, not only unlovable, but also dilapidated as if it was dug out of a garbage dump, and it seems that it can faintly smell the sour smell emanating from it.

This somewhat comical scene caught Rorschach off guard and was inexplicable.

But he immediately recalled that in the storage bag at his waist, there seemed to be a puppet stuffed with two ends that did not match his age and aesthetics?

One end was obtained after he became a puppet and was rescued by Karanna, which can help him resist a dangerous attack.

The other end is obtained after rescuing Nota, Weier, and the little milk cat who turned into puppets, which can turn the enemies who attack you into puppets.

When he first got it, he still felt that the first puppet was somewhat useful, maybe it could be used as an emergency at a critical moment in the future, but the second puppet was completely useless, and it was just a souvenir in the storage bag toys.

Unexpectedly, it was the second puppet that came in handy right now?

In the seemingly polite words of this 'Santa Teresa' just now, is there actually a vicious hostility hidden?

It's a pity that only a second later, the puppet in the garbage dump turned back into a silver armored knight...

The duration is too short to be useful...

"It seems that there will be some unpleasantness between us..."

The recovered Santa Teresa still didn't feel the slightest embarrassment, and continued to speak calmly.

It's just that his body turned slightly to the side, revealing many followers and onlookers behind and beside him, and continued to ask:

"I don't think you want to fight me here, do you?"

This is already a naked threat...

But just as he finished speaking, he heard a muffled snap of his fingers, as if struck through a glove.

Then, the followers behind him and the onlookers beside him began to fall down in pieces, and fell asleep on the spot.

"So that's how it is... huh~ well then..."

There was a little relaxed smile in Saint Trasia's words, and he raised his right hand, making a gesture of holding the hilt of the sword, and moved it to the side of his left hand, making a gesture of 'wiping the blade' posture.

A long sword made of holy flames emerged in his hand, and with the 'wiping' of his left hand, it gradually condensed, extended, and finally condensed into a [Sacred Sword of Heaven's Punishment] held in his hand

"This is the most classic [Sacred Sword of Heaven's Punishment]. It's just a way of using it like this. As a priest, Saint Rorschach, this is probably the first time you have seen it, right?"

He continued to maintain his character design, explaining his moves generously to Rorschach, as if he didn't bother to take advantage of the opponent's blind spots in knowledge, but wanted to defeat the opponent openly.

It fits people's stereotype of 'knight' very well.

Luo Xia didn't answer, but just raised his right hand, snapped his fingers again, and then spread his empty left hand naturally, and slid across in front of him casually.

Following the trajectory of his strokes, a pair of Heavenly Punishment Holy Swords immediately emerged, suspended in front of him, forming a fan-shaped sword formation.

Santa Teresa on the opposite side couldn't help being slightly taken aback, and then said with a self-mockery:

"Should this be called [Heavenly Punishment Sword Formation]? It seems that I am the frog at the bottom of the well..."

As soon as the words fell, Luo Xia's right hand raised two fingers very relaxedly, touching the sword array floating in front of him one by one, his posture was as graceful as if he was swipe across the keys of a piano.

In the next second, the dozen or so Holy Swords of Heaven's Punishment disappeared in place.

When they reappeared, they were already hovering over Saint Trasia's head, aiming at all possible angles for him to dodge, and finally stabbing them all at once.