Just as he was thinking about the impact that the information he just learned from St. Lawrence's memory would have on his next plan, he heard a scream suddenly coming from the distant sky!

It seems like the roar of a liger, and it also sounds like the scream of a raptor.

There was an object rapidly penetrating the space and approaching him rapidly!

"Huh?" Linard raised his head slightly and saw a white and clean finger pointing towards the top of his head.

"Zizi——" In the palace behind him, there were several special spiritual reactions, covering the finger one step ahead!

The archbishop-level electromagnetic gun mobilized by Therma in advance did not have time to hit St. Lawrence, but it happened to block an unexpected surprise attack for Linnard.

The seven electromagnetic gun towers contain the highest level of human use of spiritual power. Each of them can reach the level of an intermediate archbishop with a full blow. And if they attack at the same time, a special ritual pattern will be triggered. The superimposed power is enough to attack high-level archbishops.

The Archbishop deals damage.

Despite this, after the white fingers came into contact with the electromagnetic force for a moment, there was only a slight deviation in speed and accuracy.

Linard was trying his best to suppress the remnant spirit of St. Lawrence in his mind, and his reaction speed was a little slow. At this moment, it was too late to dodge, so he could only take the finger head-on.

He tried to change his posture slightly, but found that this finger followed him like a shadow, as if it was firmly locked on him.

clang!

There was a crisp sound, and his fingers pressed firmly between Linnard's eyebrows, making a sound of metal meeting.

"Well..."

Terrifying power!

Linard muttered silently, two traces of blood flowed from his nostrils, his eyes were slightly red, and red blood streaks emerged.

His body, which had been tempered by the holy power and reached the peak of the surface level, could hardly withstand a blow from this finger. If such attacks were repeated a few more times, there would really be a risk of his body disintegrating.

"No...serial battles consume too much energy. Although my condition has made a breakthrough, my physical strength has greatly increased.

However, the mental power must be used to suppress the evil consciousness, and the soul is quickly accepting the memory of St. Lawrence.

All the knowledge of an 'earth angel' is not so easy to digest. In a short period of time, I cannot use the immortal power. It is difficult to deal with an enemy that is too powerful simply by relying on pure physical strength."

He made a decision in his heart and grasped the white severed finger that was pressing hard between his eyebrows.

Only then did he realize that it was a severed finger! Although it looked lifelike, based on his observant eyesight, he could see that this severed finger was made of pure energy!

There was no trace of flesh and blood inside, and it looked like an attack from someone's energy that came out of his body casually.

"This kind of thing..." He muttered, clenching his teeth and making a crackling sound in his joints.

The severed fingers were driven back and forth, constantly vibrating. There was a clicking sound, and cracks instantly covered the surface. Then they exploded, exploding into countless energy fragments, sweeping towards the surroundings, raising a burst of dust, and engulfing Linnard's body.

Covered in it.

High in the sky, a black spot suddenly opened its eyes, revealing an extremely indifferent look.

He is wearing a supreme red dress, and the crown on his head symbolizes the supreme power in the world. The necklace on his chest is the Heavenly Lord that represents the origin of the holy power. Countless figures with terrifying power gather around him, rising and falling, with overwhelming arrogance.

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"Aren't you willing to die?"

"What a stubborn heretic."

The sun shone on the side of this man's face, enough to see his appearance clearly.

Unexpectedly, the current pope of the Shengtian Sect is only in his early twenties. His short golden hair is like a burning flame. His face is as sharp as a knife and an axe, with the characteristics of the pure Western Continent.

In the eye sockets, the two eyes are more dazzling than the most brilliant gems in the world, but there are almost no human emotions left in them, just like stagnant water.

Only when the word heresy is mentioned, a slight disgust and impatience can be seen.

"He is the only one left, so does that mean my good brother St. Lawrence has returned to the Kingdom of God?"

The Pope, St. Wright the Great, placed his hands on the scepter casually, lowered his head and was silent.

"Pathetic pagans, people who are deceived by evil gods, people who have gone astray, only fire and blood can wash away your shame!!"

The person who roared was not His Holiness the Pope, but the most loyal Archbishop of Punishment around him.

He was not born as a god, but he ascended to the position of high-ranking archbishop in just three years with his complicated bloodline.

No one knows his origins, and no one knows the secret behind his rapid promotion.

The only thing the world knows is that in the early days of the Punishment Archbishop's career, as the sharp sword for the expansion of the Holy Sky Religion, every battlefield he went to would be one-sided.

No one, including those who were the most outstanding founders of large and small churches of the time and those who stood at the forefront of awakened people of the same generation, could stop this punishing archbishop from killing.

"All the judges, arrest the heretics!"

The Archbishop of Punishment, who is wrapped in a thick cloth robe, does not look very old. This is because the Shengtian Sect has not been established for a long time.

The higher-ups are usually descendants of gods whose bloodline is related to Tianzun, and their strength varies widely, but they are generally the same level as themselves. This is why there are rumors that the strength of the believers of the Shengtian Sect comes from the canonization of Tianzun.

"drink!"

Densely packed bishop-level and junior archbishop-level experts rode the wind and rushed toward Linnard from all directions on the ground and in the air!!

That situation did not seem to be arresting a certain heretic.

Instead, we are starting a holy war, a war of strangulation!

Linard raised his eyes and counted the number of his enemies.

"Two hundred and fifty-one people, 80% of whom are high-ranking bishops, and 20% have the strength of archbishop or above.

Does the Shengtian Sect want to take advantage of this opportunity to eradicate the entire royal family in one fell swoop?

The Lord of Truth and the Temple Master have reached a consensus that the destruction of the world is inevitable. The top priority is to harvest the soul and power of the entire plane in advance before the dark side of the universe.

They want to cause chaos more than me."

Linard looked at the attacking Shengtian Sect monks and knew that the reinforcements from the Quanli Sect that Therma was expecting were destined to not come.

Judging from the way the Shengtian Sect poured out their money, we knew that the senior leaders of the Quanli Sect must have reached some consensus with the Shengtian Sect.

Now, the Lord of Truth and the Temple Master just want to harvest everyone's souls.

When they made the decision to abandon the plane, they gave up their missionary work.

For example, the projection of two high-dimensional beings is equivalent to farmers, and the plane is farmland.

Creatures are crops in the farmland, and missionary work is traditional planting and harvesting. The power of faith is the fruit produced, which can help high-dimensional biological projections maintain their strength and bring cultivation resources to a small extent.

The two farmers originally fought over the scope of their farmland. Now the farmland has been eroded by external forces and has reached the point of being completely abandoned.

In order to prevent all their investment in the past period of time from being wasted, the two farmers put aside their disputes and worked together to cut down the crops in the farmland.

Their goal is no longer just about fruits, but also about harvesting wood.

This is also the reason why St. Lawrence did not hesitate to kill the bishops of the Quanli Church before. For the superior high-dimensional biological projections, even the chess pieces of one's own forces are only targets for harvest at this juncture.

It doesn't matter if you die more.

After all, the truth about the Gate of Nothingness is destined to be known only to a few people at the top. It is impossible for other believers to know that the top level and the projection of high-dimensional creatures they regard as gods are about to evacuate.

They will devote themselves to the church to death without any regrets and become sharp blades for harvesting, harvesting others as well as themselves!

A series of thoughts flashed through Lynard's mind, confirming that the world was at a critical juncture.

At this time, his mind was inexplicably clear, and some things that were originally unintelligible were now explained.

‘Eisenhower should have discovered the true identity of the two so-called gods long ago, and also learned some information about the projection of high-dimensional creatures.

The Gate of Nothingness may have become worse from that time, and it was also from that time that the Shengtian Sect lifted its suppression of the Quanli Sect.

Therefore, the top leaders of the two churches had reached an agreement at that time and decided to abandon this plane.

Eisenhower was most likely investigating this matter secretly.

When a plane reaches a critical moment of life and death, it will indeed arouse its own strong desire to survive. As the old saying goes, when a country is about to perish, demons and monsters will emerge in endlessly, but the children of the plane will also emerge as the times require.

No wonder the spiritual power has only been revived for a mere five years. Every awakened person in this world is advancing at an incredibly fast rate.

Even the investigators in the script space cannot advance as fast as the ordinary awakened people in this world. I originally thought it was because of the gap in the level of space power.

But after figuring out that the power ceiling of this plane is similar to that of the mortal world, this default has basically been blocked.

This is the struggle of the entire world. It is eager to create strong people, squeeze out all opportunities for those with mediocre qualifications, and transition to those with talent.

It also wants to survive and not be swallowed by the dark side of the universe.

Eisenhower is probably a member of the Sons of the Plane, or a candidate. That’s why he can become a strong man close to the gods in Raphael’s words. Has he already touched the edge of dimensionality? But he should not have completely become a high-ranking man.

dimensional creature, otherwise, it would not be sealed by the projection of two high-dimensional creatures.

What about me, am I the savior summoned from this plane?

Or, judging from the information revealed by Raphael, I am Eisenhower's back-up man, a key chess piece used to unlock his seal, or a sacrifice? The handler?

It’s almost time to reveal the mystery. Soon, I will encounter the projections of those two high-dimensional creatures head-on.

When the time comes, everything will be completely clear.

Maybe, there is still a chance to return to my hometown?’

Linnard's pupils rotated slowly, as if countless lights of wisdom were shining. In just a microsecond, his mind seemed to have traveled through countless planes and returned to the hometown that gave him an endless sense of familiarity.
To be continued...