Although there was a distance gap, the bishop in the sky could clearly see Kieran's hand gestures.
At that moment, the bishop's face became extremely ugly.
However, it returned to normal immediately.
"Just a dilapidated son of God!"
"Without a real god, how can you, a son of God, be able to overcome the wind and waves? What's more... there is no sea now, only a swamp is left!"
"Do you think I'm here for you?"
"You take yourself too seriously!"
The bishop spoke slowly, and then raised his hand.
Suddenly, the golden light became more and more intense.
Dazzling and dazzling with a hint of burning heat.
Even people standing on the ground felt sweating all over their bodies.
"This, what is this?"
"Another sun?"
The people on the mysterious side of the airship and people watching the light and heat blooming in the sky were terrified.
Even if they know far more than ordinary people, once they encounter unknown things, they will be better than ordinary people.
However, it is precisely this that gives them more opportunities.
For example: survive.
When a change occurred in the air, the mysterious people withdrew one after another.
Even though his expression was terrified and his posture was embarrassing, he was much better than those who were still bowing down.
Because, the next moment, all these people died.
boom!
A thick golden light shot down from the airship, and the shock wave formed by the huge explosion immediately tore apart the bodies of those kneeling worshipers.
The ground shook and the mountains shook, and the smoke and dust filled the air.
When the dust settled, the mysterious people who ran far away subconsciously turned their heads to check.
Then, they saw a scene they will never forget.
The sprawling St. Paul's School disappeared.
All that remains is a large pit tens of meters deep and hundreds of diameters.
But the strange thing is that on this pothole, a small church stands out of thin air.
There is no support.
There is no drag either.
That's how it's suspended in mid-air.
The mysterious people who witnessed all this did not exclaim again. What they saw today has already exceeded the imagination of these mysterious people.
Simply put, they are numb.
But this numbness was soon broken.
Without a sound, the chapel disappeared.
No, it's not disappearing.
Instead, it turned into powder.
Crushed by an unimaginably powerful force.
This force swept the audience like a hurricane with a desperate aura, and even the mysterious people who ran far away were overturned to the ground one by one, howling in pain.
"Nice body."
While talking to himself, the prisoner abandoned by Qin Ran in the chapel slowly walked to the ground beside him, feeling the texture of the ground under his feet, the other party took a long breath.
"The feeling of nostalgia."
With such an exclamation, the other party raised his head to look at the airship in the air and the bishop of the Church of Light, frowning slightly.
"Is it the sun?"
"It's a little troublesome."
The other party was talking to himself again.
"Yeah, you're in trouble."
The bishop ignored the limitation of the distance and responded to the other party aloud.
"Do you know who you're talking to?"
"besides!"
"I'm not used to looking up at other people!"
"Come down!"
The captive raised his head and looked at the bishop fiercely.
A gray-green light shot straight at the bishop in the air when the other party finished speaking, but was defeated by the golden brilliance before it really touched the bishop.
Or…
It was burned!
Feeling the temperature far beyond his imagination erupting from the golden brilliance, more 'plague power' began to gather on the captives.
Facing this scene, the bishop shook his head pityingly.
"Poor Anselenco!"
"You, who have been imprisoned for thousands of years, don't understand what you missed, and you don't understand how ridiculous and..."
"madness!"
The bishop spoke the last word slowly.
"You know my name, but you still dare to insult me. Who gave you such courage?"
Anselenco narrowed his eyes, quickly curbed his anger, and began to look at the bishop suspended in the sky.
"If it was 50 years ago... no, no, it wouldn't have taken that long, even a minute ago, I wouldn't have dared to do it, but now?"
"In order to enter this seemingly suitable body, you not only tried your best, but also broke through the 'cage' with the power of the 'sun' at the expense of injury. You have no priesthood, your godhead is shattered, and the remaining divine fire I'm afraid it's already on the verge of falling?"
The bishop sighed.
"Even so, do you think you can offend me rudely?"
"Or do you think you can beat me with a toy?"
Anzilanke felt something was wrong, but he couldn't think of anything wrong.
He inspected this body several times, and there was no mark left by that cunning boy, not even a little bit of 'power of dawn'.
It was precisely because of this that he dared to try his best and risked injury.
"Before choosing this body to be resurrected, you must have checked it several times. You didn't find anything on this body that made you vigilant, for example: the power breath of that sad son of God?"
"yes!"
"How can you check it?"
"After all, the person who did the tricks from the beginning to the end will not be that sad guy, but... someone else!"
The bishop seemed to see what Anselenco was thinking, and gave the answer very simply.
Anxilanke's expression changed.
The god in charge of the 'plague' is about to do something.
But, it's a little late.
A strange force spread from the depths of this body, devouring the crumbling divine fire with lightning speed.
"call!"
A satisfied sigh came from the prisoner's mouth.
At the same time, a crisp sound of bones sounded from inside the body, like frying beans or setting off firecrackers.
Clap clap!
After the continuous crisp sound stopped, the prisoner in front of him changed drastically.
The face changes from young to old.
His body also became taller and stronger, and his gray and white beard and hair carried a strange charm. Combined with the pity in his eyes, people would think that he was a benevolent elder, just like an old nun.
But only those who observe carefully can discover how false the pity in the other party's eyes is, and how strong the cunning and viciousness are behind it.
"Long time no see, Warren."
The old man greeted the bishop in the sky with a smile on his face.
"Yes, my teacher!"
"Your Excellency, the last pope, high priest, and head of the Knights of the Church of Light."
"Is this name a little strange?"
"So… "
"Should we replace it with the mastermind behind the rebellion against the coalition of nobles: the first Earl of Wayne?"
The bishop nodded with a smile on his face.