MMB Chapter 168 The Illusory Image on the Throne
Chapter 168 The Illusory Image on the Throne
"mom."
Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Li Xiulan.
"What's wrong?"
Li Xiulan looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Lin Fan rubbed his temples, as if processing the visual information he had just received in his mind.
"My little brother just dug something out of the mental world of those rotten flesh."
He organized his thoughts and recounted what he had seen.
"I saw a very large throne. It was surrounded by those rotten flesh angels draped in holy light."
A gigantic, illusory figure sat on the throne, its face obscured, but the aura it exuded was definitely not that of a Lord of Light.
After hearing this, Li Xiulan's brows furrowed into a knot.
"besides."
Lin Fan continued to add,
"This time I clearly felt that the dark world was exactly the same as the world I experienced at the moment of my death."
Li Xiulan remained silent.
If what Lin Fan saw is true, then the cause and effect involved in this matter are far too great.
If the Vatican doesn't know what it believes in, that's fine. But if they do know, then the entire Vatican might just be a huge fraud.
However, compared to the mother and son, Lin Jianguo, standing to the side, seemed completely unconcerned.
"Who cares what they are!"
He said with a disdainful look,
"I'll burn one if you bring one, and two if you bring two! You pretentious charlatans, you really think you're something special!"
Lin Fan turned to look at his father.
Li Xiulan also turned to look at her husband.
The mother and son moved in unison. They rolled their eyes at the same time, then turned their heads away in perfect unison, neither of them paying any attention to this utterly reckless man.
Lin Fan lowered his head in thought.
The giant squid had a good meal, but it also indirectly allowed him to explore a side of the world that was unknown to others.
Li Xiulan was also thinking of countermeasures.
Although she was a spatial awakener, since the other party could project power across dimensions, they must have other methods.
Now that the two sides are completely at odds, it's not a good idea to always be on guard.
Seeing that neither of them spoke, Lin Jianguo scratched his head awkwardly:
"Hey, you two, at least say something! Wasn't what I said just now powerful enough?"
"What else can you do besides burn things?"
Li Xiulan rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.
"You'd better find some clothes to wear! You're making a fool of yourself!"
Hearing his wife's words, Lin Jianguo lowered his head.
Only then did I realize that none of my clothes were intact.
Not only was he shirtless, but his pants were also torn to shreds, looking like a wild man's fur coat.
Seeing this, Lin Jianguo was immediately embarrassed.
however,
While Lin Fan and his family of three were each lost in their own thoughts, a sudden change occurred at the Vatican headquarters, thousands of miles away.
Inside St. Paul's Cathedral, shrouded in night.
King Paul VI was resting on a large velvet bed.
Suddenly, an extremely terrifying mental shock crashed into his mind.
Paul VI sat up abruptly.
He covered his head with both hands, his body covered in cold sweat, and his face was contorted with extreme pain.
Meanwhile, deep within his soul...
Anger, mania, destruction... and many other complex emotions gathered in his heart.
Panting heavily, King Paul VI did not hesitate for a moment. Without even putting on his shoes, he stumbled out of the bedroom barefoot.
He pushed aside the two Templar Knights guarding the door and ran wildly toward the deepest underground chamber in the church.
The door to the secret room was pushed open.
There were no lights inside. The only source of light was the several-meter-tall white statue of a deity in the very center.
However, the statue, which usually radiates a soft holy light, was now enveloped in a thick layer of black and red mist.
As soon as King Paul VI entered, his knees buckled and he knelt heavily on the cold stone slabs, not daring to look at the statue.
"Great Lord..."
He buried his head deep in the ground, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and he didn't even dare to lift his head.
At this time,
An extremely violent spiritual wave surged from the statue, like an invisible hammer, slamming heavily onto Paul VI's back.
King Paul VI groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't even dare to wipe it away.
Before he could ask, a voice exploded in his head.
"Who did this?!"
The hoarse, shrill, and indistinguishable male and female voice kept echoing in his mind.
At the same time, the voice was filled with boundless rage, completely unlike its usual sacred and gentle tone.
King Paul VI was completely dumbfounded.
This……
Is this still the Lord I believe in?
However, he only dared to think these doubts in his mind.
"Great Lord, your servant does not understand your meaning..."
He dared not ask, and could only inquire cautiously.
"My messengers! The three six-winged divine messengers I sent down!"
The mental fluctuations emanating from the statue grew increasingly frenzied, causing the plaster on the walls of the secret chamber to flake off in a flurry.
"Who devoured them? Who stole my primordial power!"
Upon hearing this, King Paul VI's mind went blank for a moment.
What the hell?
The divine messenger was devoured?
How is that possible!
In his understanding, the six-winged divine messenger represents the ultimate power in the world.
It is the embodiment of what he believes in, an invincible being.
Now the Lord is saying that God's messenger was devoured by humans?
Devour!
The word sent chills down his spine.
What in this world could devour a divine messenger?
He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.
Despite his shock, King Paul VI dared not hesitate for a moment.
He racked his brains, searching for answers.
The divine messenger descended upon Raccoon City in the United States.
The purpose of going there was to kill Lin Jianguo, the heretic who blasphemed the Holy Light.
The culprit behind all of this...
Lord!
Although your servant doesn't know the full story, this is definitely related to that heretic named Lin Jianguo!
King Paul VI spoke at breakneck speed, as if afraid that if he hesitated even for a second, he would be crushed into mincemeat by this raging mental force.
"The location where the divine messenger descended is precisely where Lin Jianguo is. Apart from him, no one in the world dares to challenge your majesty!"
"I think only that person could have done all this."
The black and red mist on the statue churned violently.
"Lin Jianguo..."
The voice repeated the name, filled with endless resentment.
King Paul VI quickly kowtowed:
"Please calm your anger, Lord!"
The servant will certainly use all the power of the Holy See to get to the bottom of this matter!
No matter the cost, that heretic will be burned at the stake!
Upon hearing Paul VI's reply, the turmoil within the statue subsided slightly.
Immediately afterwards, an even colder message reached the mind of Paul VI.
"The descent portal has been severed. It was forcibly cut off by an unknown spatial force."
King Paul VI was startled.
Could it sever the passage for the Lord's descent? What level of spatial power would that require?
Is this... really the world he knows?
Before King Paul VI could speak, the voice rang out again.
"I need time to fix the channel."
"Uncover everything before the next passage opens. Find the monster that devoured my essence."
Otherwise, I will turn the entire holy city into a wasteland.