Chapter 118: Battle, Art Story

"Is this the Sequence One angel you mentioned?"

In front of the door, Fors looked at the picture displayed on the other side of the door.

"Leonard", a Sequence One angel plug-in, is having a "fierce" battle with an ordinary believer in the God of Immortality.

In short, a fight between two noobs.

"Caw, of course." The crow Amon made a cawing sound.

"Pallez Zoroast, he is the first angel of the Zoroast family, the thief sequence path."

"He shouldn't be so weak."

Fors's right eye flashed scarlet as he pondered the reason.

After a while she looked at Amon.

"Why didn't the angel's power appear?"

"Perhaps it's because Pales doesn't think he needs to take action." Amon made a 'reasonable analysis' and said, "Leonard can handle the followers of the God of Immortality."

"..."

While Amon and Fors were thinking, Leonard finally took out his "trump card".

He pulled the talisman from his pocket and threw it at the core of weakness he had discovered, which was the cultist's heart.

The scarlet spell of the Church of Evernight, which contained the power of "purification", instantly severely injured the cultist who had the upper hand.

This is not surprising. It is easy for a professionally trained Nighthawk to fight against a cultist who has only gained extraordinary power for a few days and acts like a madman.

It is not difficult to defeat the latter if you find the weakness.

After being hit in the weak spot by Leonard's spell, the cultist collapsed to the ground with his limbs powerless. In front of Leonard's eyes, his limbs were like plants, taking root, sprouting, blooming green leaves, and bursting with vitality.

The vines rustled and the golden rice ears bloomed like a good harvest, emitting the light of hope above the corpse.

Maybe, it’s hope, right?

"Old man, what should we do now?" Leonard looked at the remains of the cultist, not knowing what to do with it.

Generally speaking, even those Beyonders who were completely out of control at least had a rough human form.

However, what Leonard encountered was an accident.

The cultist in front of him who believed in the evil god, the God of Immortality, was seriously injured and turned into a bunch of plants!
"I don't know either. Well, let's try the goddess's name."

——I don’t know how to deal with it, so I call on the power of the goddess.

"Okay, I'll try."

"You are higher than the stars,
The goddess of night who is older than eternity;
The Lord of Crimson, the Mother of Secrets,

Queen of misery and terror,

Lord of sleep and silence."

As Leonard recited, the surroundings gradually became darker under the ancient Hermes language.

As night falls, the hidden power completely engulfs this place.

Silently, as the night passed, everything returned to normal.

"Huh, it's finally done." Leonard breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest.

"Dealt with it?" The old man's words poured cold water on him.

"He's not the source."

"Not the source?!"

"Of course, you didn't deal with the cultists, or the cultists who believed in that evil god. What you just fought was just a derivative product of this power."

"..."

"What a dull show." Amon cackles and flaps his wings.

"Boring! I want to see a river of blood! Gah!"

"What you want to see is Leonard protecting the people and dying together with the cultists?"

"Of course!" Amon did not hide his bad taste. Is there anything more fun than seeing heroes fighting against evil, only to perish together, and nothing changed?
“This battle is really boring.

The cult villain was actually a mentally retarded person without any reason. There was no ordinary person around Leonard who needed protection. The fight between the two sides was not exposed. Leonard actually killed the enemy with the scarlet spell of the goddess of night, not... and...

All of this is really... too devoid of plot twists."

As she closed the door, Fors took over the topic: "What is a plot fluctuation?"

"Gah, of course that's the case.

The cultists kidnapped ordinary people, and Leonard relied on decryption to find the location of the cultists' conspiracy. After the two sides fought many times, Leonard found the cultists' lair.

Then Leonard tried his best to save those ordinary people in the trap set by the cultists.

Next, Leonard and the cultist had a one-on-one duel, and both sides shouted out their ideals and dreams... Anyway, it was a passionate and exciting battle with some classic and exciting lines like these!

When Leonard was about to fail, the arrogant Pales helped Leonard defeat the cultists.

However, the cultists had previously infected those ordinary people with a plague, and in order to protect those people, Leonard had to use his extraordinary power to resolve the plague."

Amon became more and more excited as he spoke, his beak spitting saliva like a machine gun.

"In the end, Leonard lost his power, suffered the coldness of human nature, and became depressed.

In the days that followed, with the encouragement of old man Pales, Leonard stepped out of the shadows and became a hero again, unwaveringly embarking on the road of saving the world! "

"Gah, this is the perfect script!"

"Lord Amon, gah, truly the greatest artist!"

Fors rolled her eyes at Amon and said bluntly, "The cultist is not crazy. His idea is to get those people to join and believe in the God of Immortality together. As long as you openly say that you believe in him, he will naturally let you go."

"Looking at the situation on the lower streets of Iron Cross Street, I'm afraid there's no need for him to promote immortality and power. As long as they can have enough to eat, there are tens of thousands of believers in the God of Immortality, and nine out of ten will believe in the God of Immortality."

"Regarding the decryption, if you and I hadn't let Leonard fight that cultist one-on-one, I'm afraid that after the "pollen" spread, ordinary people around would have become new cultists."

"Also, one-on-one? Now that you can fight in groups and attack by surprise, who would want to play a one-on-one duel with you?"

"The following...twists and turns, this is really a third-rate plot."

"Gah, Fors, this is art, you don't understand, this is great art, the great art written by Lord Amon!"

“This is really bad art.”

Fors's venomous tongue made Amon suddenly wilted, and his wings stopped flapping. The crow's eyes seemed to have lost their dreams and were dull.

"Next, the Church of Darkness will get rid of the evil followers of the God of Immortality."

Fors rested his chin on his hand, thinking about what was going to happen next.

The power of the Church of Night, no, not only the Church of Night, the attention of the rest of the Church of Storm and the Church of Steam will also be drawn to slums like the lower Iron Cross Street.

"The power of the Orthodox Church has been involved. I can try to find the owner of the stigmata."

"Aren't you afraid of being exposed?" Amon asked casually, not knowing when he had returned to normal.

Fors shook his head.

"Besides me, there are six other stigma holders in Tingen City. As long as I don't show up, I won't be exposed."

"Divination?"

"The protection from my ancestors makes me not afraid of divination."

This is indeed the case. Mr. Men's protection can make Fors not afraid of the so-called divination.

"Xiu, you're awake now."

Fors shuddered for a moment, and then she said in a nonchalant tone, "I no longer need to be friends with Xiu."

"is it?"

"Of course, I don't need her anymore."

"In the past, I was weak and could only helplessly bear everything, silently endure the pollution of gossip, and curl up in a corner alone.

Now, I will turn everything around!"

(End of this chapter)