Author: Mercury Ring

Isn't that just a stab at you, Chaminier? Why do you hate me so much and insist on capturing me as a recipient to bear the coming of your vast consciousness?

Xia Ming complained in his heart, quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and explained everything to Xia Zheng concisely.

"It's useless. This is a conspiracy. Even if you tell Xia Zheng all the truth, he will choose to go to the Lower City first to save those useless useless civilians!" The Deep Blue cultist shouted loudly.

Xia Ming stepped on his face.

"Shut up."

As expected, even if Xia Zheng knew the truth, he did not choose to change paths to join him.

The classic trolley problem.

Preventing the progress of one ritual will lead to the success of another ritual.

If we don't go to Xiacheng District to stop this, who knows how many innocent citizens and countless families will die in pieces.

Instead of preventing Shaminier from coming, once the ritual is completed and this spiritual being comes to the world, even if it is just a part, the entire City No. 2, and even the entire federation, and the world may be completely destroyed as a result.

Saving one person or saving many, Xia Zheng chooses both.

"I will deal with all the members of the criminal organization Deep Blue gathered in the lower city as soon as possible, and then prevent the arrival of Shaminier."

His words were calm and powerful, giving people a sense of stability and reassurance.

"Xiao Ming, call me when necessary."

"I understand, brother." Xia Ming looked at the bracelet on his wrist, hung up the phone, and looked serious.

He wasn't even in the mood to correct his name as "Xiao Ming" and kicked the guy at his feet in the butt.

"Why don't you go and lead the way!"

When I was young, before the tragedy that led to the death of my parents came.

Xia Zheng, who has a lively personality and likes to be naughty and mischievous, is like the younger brother in the family, while Xia Ming, who has a calm personality and always maintains a calm and calm expression on his face, is more like an older brother.

Xia Ming rarely showed an expression of boredom because of something, just like a little adult.

Only every time he was called "Xiao Ming" by his parents or others, a hint of helplessness would appear on his face.

Xia Zheng has liked to call him Xiao Ming since he was a child. He likes to see his helpless look on his younger brother who has always had no expression on his face.

This kind of title has continued to this day, even though Xia Zheng's character has changed to the opposite, becoming unsmiling, calm and serious, and in the eyes of the members of the fourth class, he is as solid as a mountain.

But every time when he went home and saw a helpless expression on Xia Ming's face because of this title, the corners of his mouth would still raise slightly unconsciously.

CapitaLand Town Hall.

The landmark building of No. 2 City.

This splendid hall has witnessed many important meetings. For example, not long ago, the Holy Lady of the Holy Light Society and the owner of a small consortium held a meeting here about aiding the wilderness.

In the middle of the meeting, the Holy Lady suddenly broke through the dome of the Great Hall and left, encountering the Purple Lightning Queen head-on.

The leader of the consortium, as if he was suffering from some kind of mental illness, was frantically looking for people to kowtow and apologize everywhere. His forehead was bleeding and his skull was about to be crushed, and he did not stop.

At this moment, this Great Hall is about to witness another important and sacred scene.

A spiritual life like a god, a supreme great existence is about to arrive here!

"You came."

The deep blue bishop turned around, ignoring Ying Caiqing next to him, and looked at Xia Ming feverishly.

A lightsaber appeared in Xia Ming's hand, and with one strike he killed the Deep Blue cultist who was leading the way, and his eyes fell on the center of the great hall.

Dark blue, crimson, and dark purple flesh and blood tissue that resembled tree branches and blood vessels was densely packed all over the entire Great Hall, casting a layer of hellish blackness on the originally magnificent building.

They connect to each other one by one, elongate, and form webs, like a spider web nest made of flesh and blood. In the center of the spider web, where these flesh and blood vessels converge, is a delicate and beautiful girl with her eyes closed.

——Wen Ling.

"Do you want to save her?"

The bishop ignored the death of a devout believer. It was his honor to devote himself to the great master.

Looking at Xia Ming's angry and determined eyes, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically: "You can't even save yourself, but you still want to be a hero and save others?"

"It's just a sacrifice, but it's still arrogant. Still."

He glanced at Xia Ming, and an invisible force, like lead in cement, froze Xia Ming's body, making him stand still.

He glanced at Ying Caiqing again, and Ying Caiqing was immediately stopped, with all her movements frozen in place.

At this moment, deafening roars and explosions were heard in the distance, and blazing red flames soared into the sky, seeming to dye the sky a bit bright.

"Oh, the hero Liehuo seems to be moving very slowly, but it's useless. The ceremony is going on and there is no way to stop it."

He used his spiritual power to lift Xia Ming and put him in front of Wen Ling. The delicate girl was currently suspended in the air by flesh and blood ties, with her arms spread wide, her legs hanging down, and her head hanging calmly and peacefully.

On one side, there is an image of a saint who was hung on a cross in an ancient legend.

A ray of sunlight shines through the hole where Xina broke the dome before, covering the girl's body with a layer of divine radiance, crimson flesh, pure girl, and the image of a cross with a strong religious meaning.

The bishop knelt down in front of the girl with great excitement and piety, calling and worshiping the great master in his imagination.

"The great god who guides us to the bright path, the supreme Lord of Glory, please show mercy and mercy to this ugly and filthy world with your great power and will, and grant us the eternal light and holy glory!"

The blood vessels and ties connected to the girl's body suddenly lit up one by one, changing from deep red and deep blue to a calm and noble deep purple. An extremely solemn and serious atmosphere suddenly descended on the scene, and the air suddenly became oppressive and stagnant,

Heavy, as if these invisible gases turned into solid cement in an instant, solidifying everyone.

The light suddenly became distorted and frightened, like a curved spear being shot at the enemy, or like being casually touched by a big hand, crushing it into pieces, conveying everything to the eyes.

It becomes a grotesque distortion.

The sky suddenly became extremely dazzling and bright, and then seemed to become extremely low and gloomy. Some terrible existence seemed to have torn a gap between the spiritual world and the real world. Only a faint wind blew out of the gap, which was like a vast ocean.

The psychic storm will turn everything in this world into ruins.

"My lord! my lord!"

The bishop murmured excitedly, opened his arms and looked at the sky, roaring with enthusiasm and ecstasy.

"You are finally here!"

"Guide me and wait!"

"Give light!"

Suddenly, all the visions suddenly disappeared.

The stagnant air, the distorted light, the terrifying dying wind.

Bright sunlight once again shone into the great hall through the gap in the dome, piercing the bishop's heart with a dagger.

"How can it be……"

He looked back in disbelief, only to see Ying Caiqing, who had been given a still command by his spiritual power before, looking at him with a cold and teasing look on her face.

And in this cobweb-like nest of flesh and blood, the blood vessels and forked branches are connected to each other, forming a dense web of flesh and blood, but at this moment, they are broken inch by inch, and most of the bonds and connections are destroyed by invisible psychic energy.

Blade cutting.

"Are you carried away by the enthusiasm and joy? Sister, I pretended to be immobilized by you, do you really believe me?"

Ying Caiqing mocked contemptuously.

"No...impossible..."

The bishop looked back, looking at the center of the flesh and blood spider web.

Ying Caiqing broke away from his order and cut off the flesh and blood ties, which did not make him despair and shocked.

Because the moment the advent ceremony is completed and begins, the ceremony is already over.

These things are useless and are just decoration.

When the body of the great Lord is connected to the body through the weak consciousness of the split god remaining in the girl in front of her, no matter how many times Ying Caiqing cuts off and twists it, even if it smashes all the flesh and blood spider web, it is already a futile struggle.

As long as that being senses the call from this side of the world, he can tear apart the gap between the two worlds, come to this world, and come in front of him.

However, just now, all the visions suddenly stopped. It is obvious that our great Lord has sensed the call of our devout believers, but all the visions stopped and disappeared.

That can only mean one thing.

Something that made him extremely frightened and desperate.

"My lord...!"

He looked at the girl's body with extreme despair and pain, breaking down and shedding twisted tears.

"Why can't our sacrifice and dedication be rewarded with a glimpse of your arrival?"

"Why did you...abandon us!"

He howled like a wild animal.

Ying Caiqing looked at this crazy guy with a crazy expression, and used a psychic sword to kill him in disgust.

"If you have any nonsense, save it for telling your so-called bullshit gods when you go to hell!"
To be continued...