"Do not misunderstand."

Before the monk could curse, Li Changzhou spoke again.

"My 'Lord' is not your 'Lord'. I am a person with freedom of religious belief. I have no preference or discrimination against any religion. It's just that... it's difficult to choose a name. So you should understand my troubles."

Already?"

Li Changzhou was very calm.

He does not need to establish the image of "Lord" in front of Yaferona, Hurd and others.

Whatever the "Lord" rewards them, he can also give them; whatever the "Lord" punishes them, he can also give them the same punishment.

He can be their master without the identity and reputation of "lord".

"Are you the invincible in the game notification?" The red archbishop is a thin, middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and an unsmiling temperament.

"It's me." Li Changzhou nodded, "So, I hope you can leave Sicily and Naples, which is my territory."

"Invincible at the first stage." The red archbishop walked down the main altar and stood under the huge gate of heaven.

The huge icon of the Almighty Lord was behind him, looking at Li Changzhou with him.

"Sinners who blaspheme the name of the Lord, you should not come here."

The church bells rang, gentle at first, then gradually louder.

The gold foil, paintings, and marbles in the church are all glowing slightly, like a huge treasure box filled with jewelry.

The pairs of opposite columns, mosaics and carvings, the flowers, birds, fish, insects, and religious figures all came to life, blooming, swimming, singing, and obeying the Lord's teachings.

The golden light becomes more and more dazzling, accompanied by the sound of bells, making the church look like heaven, solemn and majestic.

“I will give thanks to the Lord with all my heart,” the Cardinal sang solemnly, “and I will proclaim all your wonderful deeds.”

“I looked at the heaven which your fingers had made, the moon and the stars where you had set it, and I said, ‘What is man, that you care for him?

"Who are the people of the world that you care about them?"

"You made him a little lower than the angels, and crowned him with glory and honor."

The glory and light belonging to the Lord entered his body and enveloped him in a layer of white light.

In the eyes of everyone, he was like a messenger of God standing at the bottom of the ladder and about to enter the human world.

Yaferona, Hurd and others felt their whole bodies numb and looked very ugly. As Italians who believed in the church, their hearts were trembling at this time.

If it weren't for Li Changzhou, they would have knelt down and confessed their sins to the Lord.

Before this, although the red archbishop was powerful, he did not have such a sense of holiness that made people worship him. He was the protection of the church!

The monks also sang in unison:

“I will enter your dwelling place by the abundance of your steadfast love; I will bow down to your temple in reverence for you.”

There were only six people, but the sound was overwhelming. Paired with the church bells, it seemed like thousands of people were shouting.

Their bodies glowed with a white light that was fainter than the red archbishop.

"I will give you one last chance," the red archbishop said with calm eyes, "hand over your identity card, kneel before the Lord, and kiss my right boot. I can make you continue to be invincible."

Li Changzhou looked at Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia: "Do you still want to practice? Something is wrong."

"Try it first, or you'll run away." Yang Qinglan didn't care at all.

Li Qianxia opened her hand, and a bloody steel gun appeared in her palm.

She held a gun on her arm and said: "Xiaoqing, I'll take the lead, you cover me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she tapped her toes and shot out like a sharp arrow.

The horned coat quickly spread over her slender and graceful body, turning into blood-colored armor.

The hundred-meter-long church was dimly lit with white light, and she burst into it like a blood line.

The steel gun roared sharply, and the tip of the gun was pointed directly at the red archbishop standing on the lowest step of the ladder.

"Judgment!" A monk stood up and spread his arms.

The church bells made a roaring sound, the murals in the church, the religious figures, the flowers, birds, fish and insects all looked at Li Qianxia at the same time and spoke in unison.

"Judgment."

The wooden seats in the lecture hall soared up, wrapped in white light, and formed a huge cross.

The cross was like a giant sword inserted into the ground, and the white light formed chains. The chains formed a large net, catching Li Qianxia who was rushing forward, and fixing her to the cross.

The bloody steel gun fell to the ground, like a small cross, inserted diagonally into the ground.

Fifteen gray fogs holding sickles, like evil ghosts coming out of their nest, flew toward the monks.

Two monks stood up, holding the "Bible Cardinal": "He will be like a tree planted by the stream, which bears fruit in due season and its leaves will not wither. Everything he does will be successful.

.”

The Gospel flew out and became a seed of light.

The seeds turned into saplings, and the saplings grew up rapidly and turned into lush fig trees in an instant. The giant trees spread white light and blocked out all the gray fog.

"Interrogation!" The fourth monk stood up.

"Interrogation." Religious figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects spoke.

The fifth monk came out holding a book.

"A mosquito, at the age of nine, eating food purchased through stolen property, is guilty, says the Lord!"

"guilty."

The last monk spoke: "Burning at the stake!"

"Burning at the stake!" the voices of religious figures, flowers, birds, fish and insects became louder.

The church bells that had stopped ringing at some point suddenly sounded "winter".

call!

The flames rose from the bottom of the cross, wrapped around the cross, and licked up like a devil's tongue, instantly drowning the figure on the cross.

winter!

Li Qianxia fell to the ground like a meteorite, bringing with her a sea of ​​fire that separated her path.

She pulled out the bloody steel gun and stood up.

In the unbelievable panic, the monks raised their steel spears, pointing at them with the tip of the spear shining like a cold star in the firelight.

"Guilty," she said.

call!

The flames roared and rolled wildly, hitting the six monks like waves.

The red archbishop raised his hand and wiped it, and the fig tree spread white rain and dew, and the infinite flame fell asleep like a lion and disappeared completely.

"ah!

!" The monks roared ferociously.

They rolled on the ground, they slapped their bodies, they struggled and tore off their monastic clothes.

The red archbishop frowned slightly and looked at Yang Qinglan, whose whole body was shrouded in strange light.

At this time, Yang Qinglan also happened to look at him.

The two people looked at each other, and the ground instantly lost its grip on the red archbishop, and a pulling force appeared out of thin air in the direction behind them.

"The Lord says we will break free from their bonds and cast off their ropes!" the Cardinal chanted quickly.

The ground regained gravity, and he stabilized his body, feeling as if he was taking out chestnuts from the fire pit.

"Xiao Qing, don't kill him, there's no one to test my skills with anymore!"

The red archbishop turned around and saw that a woman in blood-colored armor was pulling out a steel spear from the neck of the last monk, and blood was spraying out like water jets.

The red archbishop's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Lucas, watch the top of your head." The nun suddenly said.

The red archbishop looked up and saw a huge white spider web, like a tiger ambushing a herd of deer, quietly approaching.

As if noticing his gaze, the speed of the spider web falling suddenly became faster.

To cope with the gray fog, the fig tree freed up a green branch and spread it gently, spreading white light.

Like water splashing salt, the cobwebs melt away quickly.

After cleaning up the trash, the red archbishop glanced at Li Qianxia again.

The "trial procedure" is almost invincible. Anyone will be tied up. Once put on the cross, no one can resist or use any skills.

But the flames were out of control.

He looked across from the fig tree. Inside, someone must be manipulating the holy fire.
To be continued...