With his roar, a silver-white light in his shadow rose to the sky, as if it was physically attached to his body. In the next second, Udyr suddenly raised his head and let out a roar that was not like a human being. From the pores of his body, pure white brilliance spurted out. Countless vines of light like thorns spread from his eyes, covering the whole like armor.
A desolate, vast and sacred feeling swept through the audience like a tsunami. The pure white light spots were like living creatures, revolving wildly around Udyr, forming a dazzling ocean. This feeling was so obvious that there was a momentary silence on the bloody battlefield.
In the center of the battlefield, a nun turned back in amazement and looked at the sea of holy light that was at least 20 meters away. In the dark night, it is like a magnificent road sign. She closed her hands tremblingly, her blood-stained face was filled with devotion, and she said in a trembling voice, "The Lord will always protect you..."
I don't know how many witchers, paladins, or clerics have watched in shock at this moment, looking at this scene that they may never see. Then, the surprise on his face quickly turned into devotion, and finally... He put his hands together and drew a cross on his chest.
Brush la la... Udyr's body gradually suspended in the vortex of light. The next second... A solemn chant and a grand horn suddenly sounded in the void. One after another white light pierces the darkness of the night, if a god descends into the world!
Brush... A pair of soft light wings suddenly stretched out from behind Udyr, covering a radius of fifty meters.
Sand... His broken giant sword was repaired by the light of Hengsha, shining with the radiance of a cross, and under the light like a heaven, it was right in front of his chest.
Chongjing, holy, but not one life, despise all living beings.
"This is..." Brando was stunned for a while, then he let out a wolf howl, turning around and running away.
"Stigma!!"
His sharp voice resounded through the audience, but just as he rushed out of the dozen meters, under the ground... One after another brilliance exploded! With Udyr as the center, a circle of light fences was formed, and Brando was firmly trapped in it.
"Huh..." Brando gritted his teeth and turned around. It has to be said that the fanatics of the Holy See are all lunatics!
Stigmata... This kind of thing comes from the saints in history, and it is part of their remains. There are not many left in the Holy See, there are only twenty of them. Using it, you can immediately generate an "earth angel", Yama level. However, within five minutes the bearer rapidly ages, dies, and the soul is wiped out.
The mortal body cannot carry the divine.
At the price of the most precious life and soul, it can only be exchanged for the favor of God for five minutes.
The Colosseum of the Gods... Brando retracted his gaze from the light fence, closed his eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief.
There is no escape.
But... do you really think this is comparable to a real duke? !
"The Duke of Three Hundred Seconds... Who gave you the confidence?" His whole body exploded with yin, like the ocean turning upside down. At the same time, the silver brilliance of mercury in the sky shone down on the ground, forming a dazzling shock wave. In the center, an angel with a slender body, wearing a white cloak, with his face hidden in the cloak, and with wings on his back, already holding two swords, rising in the brilliance.
Angels on Earth!
Dead silence.
Thump... A witcher is half-kneeling, his hand to his chest. Then, the second, the third... until all the witchers knelt down and chanted softly.
"...Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Who set the measure of the earth? Who drew the yardstick on it. Where were the foundations of the earth laid? Who laid the cornerstones of the earth? singing..."
One voice, ten voices, one hundred voices, one thousand voices! Finally... Converging into a melodious chant. Just in the praise of the believers, the angel slowly raised the dagger, with ripples in the air, pointing at Brando.
An angel on the ground and a demon on earth, the two were more than 100 meters apart, facing each other from a distance, and the light turned into petals of the holy tree, flying this blood-stained land.
And then... both disappear at the same time!
invisible.
Totally invisible!
Everyone's eyes widened, but the speed of both sides was completely beyond their limits. I can only see that the air is constantly shaking, and the sound of gold and iron clashing frantically sounded. If the big pearl and the small pearl fall on the jade plate, there will be a shock wave of brilliance that continues to spread. Make the scene look beautiful and like a hell of light.
At the top of the Freemason Cathedral, Qin Ye suddenly opened his eyes.
Somewhere, he heard the roar of war drums. His intuition told himself that the opportunity he was waiting for was coming!
Brando shot with all his strength to face the angels on the ground of the Holy See, which was the pivot of the melee and defeat of St. Peter's Basilica. He absolutely couldn't have the extra consciousness to look after St. Peter's Church. No... Even if there is, there is absolutely no way to respond accordingly.
calm down!
Even he felt nervous at the moment, the chicken skin on his arms exploded, and he even felt his hair stand on end. His thoughts turned quickly, desperately analyzing the battle situation he saw in his consciousness.
Can't move... It's not the best time to start, the battle has just begun. Brando's consciousness is still shrouded in St. Peter's Basilica, and now he has the strength to resist.
but!
"There must be a very big sequelae for something that can make people break through in an instant... Brando seems to be very clear, and intends to delay the rest of the time. But... The Paladin will not let it go. He must ensure that the sequelae will not break out. Getting enough returns before."
"As long as he moves faster and faster, it is very likely... it is a precursor to the aftermath of the outbreak. His attack will also usher in the final madness at that time. At that time... even Brando will not have time to pay attention to St. Peter's Cathedral."
He took a few deep breaths, because he was too dignified to think and felt a little tired, and his forehead was dripping with sweat. But he did not dare to relax in the slightest, and let his will fully dissipate. Licking his lips, he slowly pulled the spiritual line with his hand and adjusted the position.
In the chaotic battle situation of St. Peter's Cathedral, no one noticed that a cloud of yin was condensed on the roof of one side. And above the cathedral, a moonlit vampire was already staring at the church.
Storms always rise faster and disappear faster.
In two minutes, the rays of light from the whole body of the angel on the ground turned golden, and the speed has surpassed that of ordinary people... No, the limit that the earl can observe below. The crowd who was there just now could still see the twisting of the air, but now... there is a gust of wind in all directions! The cloaks of all witchers turned into rags, as if the invisible god of death walked by, and countless cracks appeared on the leather jackets instantly.
Suffocating depression.
In this stormy attack and defense, no one dared to breathe loudly, as if as long as the breath was heavy, the wandering storm blades would notice them and take their souls to heaven.
One minute, two minutes… three minutes!
This is a scene that ordinary humans cannot capture at all, and only Yama can see it clearly. Qin Ye could see... white breaths overflowing from under the angel's cloak on the ground, and he couldn't tell whether it was wheezing or something else. But he could see clearly that the opponent's hand holding the double swords was old and wrinkled. Even... trembling slightly.
He couldn't hold it for long... Qin Ye only felt his throat tighten, and the two spiritual threads were about to burst.
Kazakaza... The second hand seemed to ring in my ears, three minutes and ten seconds... twenty seconds... At the instant of three minutes and thirty seconds, a silver shock wave exploded into the air. Immediately afterwards, a brilliance shot into the sky, accompanied by a low roar: "For my lord!!"
At the scene, Brando's figure finally appeared. Although his whole body was covered with sword marks and blood was everywhere, it was obviously not fatal.
"Is it because I found that I could suppress the opponent, but still couldn't deal a fatal blow to the opponent? So... directly used the last trump card?" At the Freemason Church, Qin Ye pursed his lips tightly, and his thoughts almost sparked. At the moment when the angel on the ground rushed to the sky, his fingers tightened.
Chance... only once!
Clap la la... As this ray of light shot into the sky, countless rays of light spewed out of the angel's body, and in an unwilling scream, it turned into a flare of light and completely dissipated. At the same time, a rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the sky.
The black hair behind Brando stood upright, and at this moment, even he felt an extremely strong crisis.
However, there was no time for him to react. Because, the next second, it's... dark.
Kala la la la... Golden thunder and lightning cling to the thunder, twisting into a roaring cloud hole. Layer upon layer, with a radius of 100 meters. Not only the witcher, the clergyman, and the werewolf stared blankly at the sky, but even Brando took a deep breath.
"God's punishment..." He gritted his teeth.
This was the strongest blow that the opponent had brought together the last two minutes of divine power. Power... enough to level half of Philadelphia!
"Damn it!" In this second, he and Qin Ye who were far away, two gods of death from different countries, made the same gesture.
Half-squatting on the ground, like a hunting cheetah.
This is the final blow.
For Brando.
This... is also the path of light to the future!
This is true for Qin Ye.
If there is a consonance in his heart, the black hair on Brando's body fluctuates wildly, and the yin is as magnificent as the ocean. The god facing the zenith condemns sin. Qin Ye's robe also danced without wind, with blue veins blooming on his forehead. His eyes were a little red.
Yundong roared and roared, the golden light in the center became more and more prosperous, and the holy feeling became stronger and stronger. Ten seconds later, a dazzling shock wave swept across Philadelphia! Night... Dawn!
boom! ! !
The first thing I heard was this earth-shattering sound. But then, no one could hear the sound and see the scenery again.
There is only the sea of pure gold, the heaven of the gods.
The only sound that can be heard in the ear is the sound of loud voices and the buzzing of a group of bees.
at this moment. Qin Ye suddenly tightened the two spiritual threads, and his body suddenly rushed forward!
Also at this moment, in front of St. Peter's Basilica, Brando's three heads erupted with terrifying roars, his seven eyes lit up completely, and the yin qi rolled back like a river, heading straight to the sky!