Chapter 228 The prototype of the trial
For Conan, who was about ten meters tall, the attacks from these short men were more like a flock of weak chickens chasing him away. The hits were painful, but that was all.
His previous attacks were very methodical, specifically targeting enemies with monk-level strength and executing beheading tactics.
This is because the church has very little combat power. Apart from him, only Keina can fight.
In order to prevent the remaining white-clothed believers from suffering further casualties, he specifically selected those who were tough to attack.
The effect is outstanding. The monks of the same level are basically crushed by his talent. With the spiritual sword that Linnard gave him, even if those monks open the spiritual shield, it will be as thin as a piece of paper.
Swing the sword and it will be solved.
A large number of high-level combat forces continued to die, which completely shattered the confidence of the remaining black-clad believers of the Quanli Sect. Then they began to gradually flee in small groups, and finally evolved into the one-sided situation that Feiken saw.
Nowadays, most of the people captured by Lynard's call are only at the believer level, with a small number of messenger levels mixed in, which can be called high-level combat personnel.
They swarmed around him, and although they could beat Conan to some extent, they could not pose any threat to him.
However, Linard didn't really allow anyone to launch an effective attack.
He put his thumb on his ring finger and snapped his fingers.
"Crack!"
The vast and boundless mental shock was activated, and hundreds of fanatical Quanli believers were all brain-dead and unconscious in an instant. Their bodies fell limp and fell to the ground, twitching feebly, and they slowly lost their lives in a short while.
Keina Cherry, who was taking care of the wounded, opened her mouth slightly and could hardly believe what she was seeing.
Although Conan was equally surprised, he came to his senses the next second and said with surprise in his voice: "Master Bishop, you...you can fly?!"
As a monk who was promoted by Linnard, Conan only really participated in the world of extraordinary people for a short period of time.
However, he also briefly learned some extraordinary common sense and knew that except for a few gifted people, awakened people do not have the ability to fly.
This is because the knowledge related to the Archbishop is extremely confidential and is not disclosed to the outside world. Therefore, not many people know that anyone who breaks through the Archbishop can gain the ability to fly.
So far, only Feiken has clearly seen that flying is equal to the Archbishop.
However, the other party thought it was an illusion until his death and refused to believe it.
Lynard glanced at Conan and said: "Well, I broke through, so I can kill Feiken. Okay, the enemy has been eradicated by me, so stop turning into a giant."
Conan wasn't quite sure what the Bishop's so-called breakthrough meant. In his impression, Feiken was still the same guy who only had the basic strength of a Bishop.
In fact, even Linnard only discovered after the fight that Feiken had silently broken through to the intermediate level of Bishop, crushing Chris on paper.
The lead-gray muscles on the ten-meter-tall giant squirmed and quickly relaxed like a deflated rubber ball, turning into a strong man over two meters tall.
It was Conan who was left with only a pair of shorts.
He carried the giant sword on his back, looked around with a smile, and said: "Master Bishop, we have won!"
The remaining white-robed believers gathered around silently. Keina leaned on her head, knelt down on one knee and replied: "Bishop... Your Excellency!"
Although they were victorious on the frontal battlefield, there was not much joy on their faces. Most of them showed pain rather than excitement.
Linard counted slightly and found that only twenty-two believers survived, and all of them were injured. Some of them had difficulty even moving, and they were trying not to collapse in front of him.
The remaining twenty-seven believers slept forever in this small town when they resisted the first wave of frontal offensive from the men in black.
Their sacrifices created conditions for the subsequent retreat of the townspeople. Most of the shocked townspeople retreated to the vicinity of the church and survived.
A few townspeople who were at the forefront of the battlefield were unable to escape the attack of these crazy cultists and died tragically on the spot.
The number of people is about a hundred or so.
At this moment, two moons were hanging high in the sky, broken limbs and broken arms were flying everywhere on the ground, and hundreds of corpses dressed in black with broken souls covered the ground near them.
Further away, the remaining white-robed followers of the Chaos Cult collected the corpses of the church believers and stacked them neatly.
The few surviving townspeople in the town came out to check on the situation, making slight noises and weak cries, which could be heard far and wide in the silent night.
Under the devastation, even Conan, who is usually more active and slow to react, fell silent, as if he had not ushered in a victory.
The deaths of those twenty-eight believers became scars in his heart.
Although the church was first established, Lynard had always ordered Turnerson to cultivate every believer whose faith value exceeded the standard as a core seed.
In daily life, we provide all-round assistance.
Almost all the supplies that Chris had stored in the basement were distributed, and the money was also used up.
Moreover, the doctrine attaches great importance to the spiritual advocacy of believers and promotes the brotherhood within the church as family members.
At this moment, there were heavy casualties, and these believers were all extremely fanatical believers in the God of Naija. They were extremely devout to the doctrine, so they were naturally in a depressed mood.
This Chaos Religion, it can be said, started from the time when Lynard brought the Chaos Doctrine to Turnerson, which was compiled by combining the scriptures and scriptures of the previous church, it has completely formed a path that is completely different from the style of the church in this world.
He couldn't predict what this Chaos Church would eventually develop into, but he could easily detect that these believers were completely different from the Quan Li Sect and Shengtian Sect, which were good and evil churches that he had seen.
"The casualties among the cultists...were twenty-eight. The casualties among the townspeople have not yet been completely counted, but the initial estimate is around a hundred. The enemy...was completely wiped out!"
Lynard took back the control of his own gravity, slowly descended, and listened to Keina's report.
Her thoughts were greatly affected by the Chaos Doctrine, and she now had tears in her eyes, smiling unsmilingly, and clenching her fists.
"I got it. You guys did a great job."
Lynard had no intention of criticizing her for her gaffe, but he also did not encourage her behavior with the twenty-two surviving white-clothed believers.
For Chaos Cult, he always treats it as an experimental subject.
After all, until now, Leonard is still wearing Chris's vest to show others.
"Presiding in order, helping the townspeople tide over difficulties, truthfully reporting the battle situation to the bedside tables of the officials in the direct jurisdiction, and burying these incoming enemies well.
Don't publicize this matter to the outside world, and don't care about prying from other forces.
Keina, these twenty-two people will be placed under your jurisdiction from today on, and you will form a brand-new organization within the church. The name is: Judgment House."
Lynard said, looking at the silent gazes of the twenty-two people, the corners of his mouth curved.
Chapter completed!