Chapter 115 05: Unknown (th update)

The ability of [Storm] has its limits. Even if Bai Shihang had deployed several parasites in the nearby sea area in advance, he could not create a black cloud of such a large range.

Therefore, the more important thing is to rely on the ability of [pseudo-image].

Create unscientific illusions that can deceive the naked eye and equipment.

Combined with the power of the storm, with some wind and some rain, and all five senses are in place, the atmosphere is set.

The people in the crowd who couldn't stop shivering were proof of this.

"Tristan William, Chief of the Intelligence Section of the Special Event Countermeasures Bureau. I have looked up a lot of information about the Paladins, but it seems to be buried in the dust of history, and it is difficult to distinguish between the true and the false. If possible, could you tell me a little bit about it? I may have some information that you are interested in."

Although William didn't understand the character of this "Owen", he learned some information from him and felt that he should not be a very serious and rigid person, so he spoke with an attitude of exchanging interests.

Bai Shihang shook his head and refused: "Our past can't bring you anything, and there is some suspicious power in you."

William's smile froze: "What do you mean suspicious?"

Bai Shihang didn't say anything else. He just raised his head and stared at the rolling black clouds, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.

William also looked in the direction he was looking. It seemed that the sky covered by dark clouds gradually began to let in some light, allowing him to vaguely see the scene inside.

But this doesn't seem to be good news.

The dark clouds surged silently, and a slender strange hand made of black mist appeared, as if waving unconsciously towards the direction of the holy mountain.

The second, third, sixth
Like dominoes blooming in all directions, spreading from dots, countless cloud and fog monsters seemed to reach out from the clouds, like dying people trying their best to get close to the holy mountain, the only life-saving medicine.

No matter whether it was the devout believers on the holy mountain, the frightened residents in the small town, or the audience watching on the screen, separated by countless mountains and rivers, their scalps were stimulated by this horrifying and bizarre scene.

"OMG!"

"Turn it off! Turn it all off!"

"Holy Mary."

"The end of the world has come. Haha, I know it! I am the Death Knight!"

The riots took place in every household watching the live broadcast on TV. Those with faith fell into confusion and fear, while those without faith found it difficult to breathe. It was as if those strange hands were resting on the screen, strangling their throats and preventing them from uttering a single word.

What's worse, because he was too frightened, he covered his heart with his hands and slowly stretched out his arms, trying to grab something, but failed to grab anything and slowly fell to the ground. His family members were so scared that they quickly called an ambulance.

The sound of the flute continued to spread in the city.

On the coast, the blonde female reporter's legs were shaking uncontrollably, and liquid was even slowly flowing from under her feet, but no one could see clearly in the dim light.

". Above my head, there are arms that look like demons. They are struggling and trying to do something to the Holy Mountain. But I firmly believe that under the light of the Lord, all evil will be annihilated."

The female reporter bent over and used her tremolo to try hard to give confidence to the audience and also to herself.

But the black cameraman's hands were shaking so badly that even the anti-shake effect couldn't suppress his cramping body.

"You come!" The black cameraman gave the newcomer a look. God knows how the newcomer could see the black cameraman's face in such a dim scene. Anyway, he did take the equipment and tried his best to keep filming.

The black cameraman felt relieved and couldn't wait to take something out of his pocket, not caring about what he had dropped. He avoided the wind and rain, lit up the cigarette, lowered his head and took a deep puff, muttering words that only he could understand, and forced himself not to look up at the sky that no longer looked like the sky.

What kind of hell scroll is that!

Finally, a believer in the Holy Mountain could not bear the pressure and had an emotional breakdown. But William was well prepared and cooperated with the Pope's men to transfer the collapsed believers to the monastery and hand them over to a priest for comfort.

After bringing another believer into the monastery, William discovered that the originally bright sky above the holy mountain seemed to be stained with a hint of haze, and the brightness gradually decreased at a slow speed.

The wind became more fierce, the world seemed like hell, and every drop of rain seemed to extinguish the fire of one's soul, making people feel despair.

And Brand's recitation also progressed to the Mercy Prayer.

“Lord, have mercy!”

"God, have mercy!"

Brand and the believers chanted loudly, as if trying to suppress their fear.

But no matter how hard they tried, the sky above the holy mountain inevitably and slowly slid into darkness.

The sound of chanting gradually faded, and the commotion continued to grow among the crowd.

The hand of the black cloud has crossed the boundary of the city wall, squeezing the space bit by bit.
No one knows what terrible things will happen if even the last bit of light disappears.

At this moment, the holy relic behind Brand began to tremble.

Pastor Brand then woke up as if from a dream. He hurriedly took out the angel's broken arm wrapped behind his back, placed it on the table, and uncovered the white cloth. He saw that it was emitting a faint white light.

He steadied his mind and continued chanting.

“Lord, have mercy!”

"God, have mercy!"

With the appearance of the angel's broken arm, the believers nearby regained a little faith and prayed for God's light in a more pious tone.

The light of the broken arm was controlled by Bai Shihang. After all, as a marker, he could reflect his abilities in it.

"So, it really has something to do with faith. But, what's the use of this?"

Bai Shihang felt a very weak force continuously flowing into his broken arm, but he was unable to use it, as if he was lacking some "tool".

Forget it. As a hamster player, there will inevitably be a bunch of unused precious items left in the backpack after completing the game. Whether the items are important or not is another matter, but I must stockpile them. Maybe they will come in handy someday.
The white light of the broken arm seemed to be responding to the sound of prayers. The louder the chanting, the brighter the white light became.

A peaceful breath soothed the restless and fearful hearts, and everyone felt a sacred baptism, as if they were reborn.

The sound of chanting was so condensed that it could even be faintly heard on the other side of the river under the suppression of the sound of wind and rain.

The blonde female reporter excitedly asked the cameraman to zoom in on the holy mountain. In the shaking picture, the audience who were still watching TV could see that in the holy mountain that was about to be swallowed by darkness, a bright light slowly rose into the sky. It was crystal clear, and it seemed that just looking at it could make people feel comfortable.

As the holy relic rose into the air, the strange arms under the black clouds seemed to have seen something unusual and began to twist and wave more frequently. They were so dense that the sky looked like it was occupied by an infinitely long centipede.

"The devil is retreating, the devil is afraid! Everyone, offer your most devout faith and prayers! Thousands of years ago, the angel Michael killed Satan, two months ago, He destroyed the devil of freedom, and today - we will be able to defeat this bluffing temptation in front of us! Believers, brothers and sisters, stick to your original intentions, and believe that justice will prevail! Angels will prevail! God will prevail! The glory of the Lord will dispel the darkness and descend on the world!"

Brand looked at the various expressions on people's faces, opened his hands, and made a hoarse and solemn declaration.

His chicken blood was effective, even the old man in the wheelchair stood up excitedly.

In the air, the originally faint light suddenly burst into a brilliant light, dispelling the haze above the holy mountain again and letting the sunlight shine on everyone's face.

(End of this chapter)