MMB Chapter 146 Praying to the Lord
Chapter 146 Praying to the Lord
boom!
No unnecessary words,
When dealing with enemies, if you can take action, try not to talk nonsense.
This is Lin Jianguo's life motto.
With his movement, the concrete ground beneath his feet instantly crumbled into dust, and he, like a cannonball fired from a gun, carrying a dark red, towering heat wave, hurtled straight toward Gregory.
"You old bastard, I've disliked you for a long time!"
Lin Jianguo roared and slammed his fist, covered in black and red scales, out with tremendous force.
The sound of a sonic boom could even be heard in the air.
Faced with Lin Jianguo's sudden attack, Gregory's pure white eyes remained unmoved; he merely raised the scepter in his hand slightly.
"A crude beast."
hum!
As he spoke, a semi-transparent white light barrier appeared out of thin air, standing between the two of them.
Boom-! ! !
Suddenly, a dull thud resounded.
A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, spread wildly outwards in a ring shape from the two people as the center.
The parking lot, which was already a ruin, suffered another devastating blow.
The hotel, which was already in ruins, had its roof ripped off by the impact, and its wooden walls snapped like biscuits.
"Haha, old man, after all these years, your tortoise shell is still as sturdy as ever!"
Lin Jianguo grinned, his mouthful of fangs looking particularly menacing in the firelight.
As he spoke, the muscles on his right arm bulged, and the scales rubbed against each other, producing a grating metallic sound.
"Smash it!"
Click.
As he spoke, a fine crack appeared in the seemingly indestructible light barrier.
Standing behind the light barrier, Gregory's face showed a subtle change, but he quickly regained his calm and composed expression.
"A beast is a beast; all it knows is brute force..."
He spoke softly, and the ruby at the top of his scepter suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light.
"Divine Punishment - Spear of Light"
shhhhhh!
In an instant, countless spears formed from beams of light appeared out of the void without warning, piercing the air with sharp whistles, and aimed at Lin Jianguo's vital points at close range.
This distance is unavoidable.
"Old Lin!"
Behind her, Li Xiulan's eyes narrowed, and she was about to raise her hand to activate her spatial ability.
"Don't interfere!"
Lin Jianguo roared, how could he lose face in front of his family?
He suddenly spread his arms wide, flames swirling around his scales, allowing the light spears to pierce him.
Ding Ding Ding Ding!
A series of impacts rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.
Those light spears, strong enough to pierce steel plates, only left shallow white marks on his black and red scales before shattering into countless points of light.
"Hahaha! Didn't you eat? Shall I scratch Grandpa Lin's back?"
Lin Jianguo let out a wild laugh, and the dark red flames around him instantly turned pitch black. He seemed to transform into a tyrannical dragon from the abyss, enduring the baptism of the light spears, and took a step in front of Gregory.
Using the most brutal and direct method, a headbutt, smashing it down hard!
boom!
Gregory was clearly unprepared for this street-thuggish fighting style and, caught off guard, could only raise his scepter to block.
The immense force caused his body to sag downwards, his feet sinking directly into the ground.
"You bastard..."
Gregory felt humiliated, and the contempt in his white pupils turned into anger.
At the same time, I was deeply shocked.
asshole?
Which bastard said that this guy's strength is not as good as it used to be?
While he's not as terrifying as he was back then, it's still unlikely that he could defeat his opponent given his current strength!
The intelligence was misleading!
……
at the same time.
Deep inside St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City.
This is the heart of the entire Vatican and a holy site for believers worldwide.
However, at this moment, an indescribable panic permeated this sacred place.
A clergyman in a red robe, clutching a tablet computer tightly, stumbled into the Pope's private prayer room.
They even forgot basic etiquette like knocking on the door.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!"
The pope, who was kneeling before the huge cross and praying with his eyes closed, heard the noise, frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.
This is an old man with a kind face, but beneath that kindness lies the majesty that controls the entire Western world of faith.
"What kind of behavior is this, all this panic and commotion?"
The Pope's voice was low and tinged with displeasure: "Servants of the Lord should remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapses before them."
"No...no, Your Majesty, look at this!"
The clergyman, with trembling hands, handed over the tablet computer.
On the screen, a live recording that has gone viral worldwide is playing.
on the screen.
The dark red sky resembled the end of the world, lava flowed everywhere, and an endless, ferocious, and terrifying army of hell.
And the five bodies of the Tribunal elders, torn to pieces...
The Pope's fingers suddenly froze.
His previously composed expression froze completely at that moment.
"These are...Abraham and his people?"
He pointed to the wreckage in the picture, mixed with fragments of clothing, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Yes...yes." The clergyman swallowed hard, his face pale. "And Knight Commander Uriel, he...he also fell."
Upon hearing this, the Pope felt dizzy.
Five!
Five tribunal elders in total!
That is the foundation of the Vatican over hundreds of years, the highest military force that can deter the dark world!
How could it suddenly disappear?
And it was a live-streamed massacre in front of the whole world?
Doesn't this mean that the Vatican has embarrassed itself online?
"This is impossible..."
However, the Pope quickly recovered from his grief and looked at the somewhat familiar ruins on the screen, and the young man watching the show on those ruins.
"This is hell... a true projection of hell..."
As the Pope, he knew better than anyone the significance of the image.
It was an impactful aura of the laws of corruption that could be felt even through the screen; it was definitely not some kind of illusion or special effect.
That young man actually opened the gates of hell!
"Get everyone out of here."
After a long pause, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and his voice became unusually cold.
"Yes."
The clergy dared not ask any further questions, and quickly withdrew and closed the heavy oak door.
The room immediately fell into a deathly silence.
The Pope turned to look at the enormous golden cross.
With a thud.
He knelt down heavily, his forehead pressed against the cold floor.
"Almighty Lord..."
"Darkness has fallen, and your lambs are being slaughtered..."
"The demons of the East have opened the gates of hell, defiling your glory..."
As he whispered devoutly and urgently, the once dull golden cross suddenly began to tremble slightly.
A grand, majestic, yet extremely indifferent will slowly descended upon this small room.
There was no specific sound.
Rather, it is a flow of information that is directly imprinted on the soul.
The Pope's body trembled violently, but the fear in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a kind of fanaticism.
After a while.
That will faded.
The Pope slowly raised his head, a strange smile appearing on his face.
"God said... there should be purification."
"The messenger... is about to arrive."