Blood of Mercury

That was enough to cover the entire earth with shelling.

Purcell didn't give Scott any space to hide. The orbits formed by thousands of light currents completely covered the space around Scott, like an upside-down river falling from the sky——

However, it didn't work.

The scorching golden beam of light that was enough to distort the surrounding light was completely deflected beside Scott and slid around.

Obviously, that wasn't any of Scott's abilities.

If you look closely, you can see that a transparent light shield of nearly three meters is formed in front of Scott, completely deflecting Searle's light flow.

Scott showed a surprised expression, but did not relieve his fighting state.

Because he recognized it - it was also Tyre's magic that helped him block the attack. It was the "Shield of Pure Light" with eight rings.

……what's the situation? Infighting?

"Stealing Tyre's magic... Are you forcing me to kill you? Heresy!"

A clear, deep, angry voice resounded outside the stream of light. Because his vision was completely obscured by the dazzling light, Scott couldn't see who was talking at all.

But in terms of sound, it is definitely not the monster whose body has been heterogeneous.

"Stop your blasphemy! Monster!"

The moment when a voice containing murderous intent sounded. Scott just felt the darkness in front of him, and found that the light flow around him completely dissipated.

He looked up in amazement, but found that the steel armor that had originally shone on Sair, who was suspended in the air, was already scorched.

That's the result of divine magic being countered.

"Cardinal Sheila, you're mistaken... I'm Sale, you don't have to be hostile to me."

Searle's metallic rubbing sound resounded in the air with vibrato and echoes. The sound was disgusting enough, and just listening to it, I felt a sharp needle-like pain coming from my brain.

Just when Scott was wary of what the man who was in the war would do when he heard Sayre's words, he heard a cold snort from the man: "The ring of heresy... don't matter. It's not an important institution anyway. ."

"Syrah! You have to think about it, we are both Cardinals of Tyre..."

"shut up!"

Syrah roared in an even more angry voice: "Look at your appearance - you dare to call my lord Tyre by name?"

At this point, Scott's vision finally fully recovered. But he immediately discovered that there seemed to be something wrong with the situation in front of him.

For some reason, the cardinal named Sheila looked up at Searle angrily, clenching his fists.

That's right. Ask anyone to see, at this moment, Searle can't get rid of the name of the monster. It doesn't look like a cardinal of the sun and the **** of justice.

...But, the reaction of that named Xila is too big, right? Even if Searle is not pleasing to the eye, there is no need to attack at this time, right?

Could it be a scam?

Scott decided to wait and see.

In the worst case, there is only one more enemy. It's the difference between killing one person and killing two people.

"Mr. Scott. Mr. Scott..."

But at this moment, he heard someone whispering his name.

"...Roland?"

He looked back and saw a familiar person.

It was Roland who hadn't seen him for almost two weeks.

"Now, give me an instant messenger."

"It looks like you know what's going on." Scott asked Roland in a low voice while releasing this simple sorcery, "Did you bring that Syra here?"

"That's right. That's how it goes..."

Just as Scott and Roland communicated silently in the form of a message, Xila on the other side was completely blown up.

That handsome face, fair-skinned and tall, like a stone statue, shouted at Purcell, who was floating in the air: "It is said in the 30th line of Chapter 1, Volume 4 of "Watching the Sun", that the scaly and tactile , that is **, you can't eat or touch, otherwise you have to **."

"Those who have eyes but no eyelids. It's **, you can't eat or touch it, otherwise you'll have to **."

"Those who have no wings but fly in the air, or those who have thin wings but fly high, are **, you can't eat or touch, otherwise you have to **..."

Searle was silent for a while, and then interrupted Xila's words: "I don't know why you are so grumpy, but calm down a little..."

"What's so calm about?"

Xila sneered, and with a flick of her hand, she dispelled the dazzling light on Searle's body. A large group of sparks jumped on Seir's scales, and the interrupted magic in turn caused damage to Seir himself: "Look at how fragile your faith is - I can interrupt you with just a little wave of my hand. Divine magic. I simply don't know how you became a bishop... Oh, it's really thanks to the Pope, right?"

"Xila, pay attention to your identity! How dare you talk about His Majesty the Pope—"

"—I believe in Tyre. Not the selfish fellow of Jupiter IV!"

Syrah's eyes were full of uneasy anger. Suspicion, panic, and deceived hatred were entwined into fiery anger, which almost burned his sanity: "It's the same with Your Excellency Saint Claude, and so is your monster... How dare he rely on Tyre's trust , just do your own thing in the name of Tyre! How dare he!"

"...I understand. Sure enough, something happened on Claude's side."

Searle shook his tentacles in pain, and made a shrill sound: "It seems that for saints, the control of behavior is not absolute enough. Otherwise, Claude should be here now."

Syrah was just exported. He frowned.

wrong.

It's not like Searle would say something. Instead, it's like what Jupiter IV said...

"You still don't understand, Sheila."

Sair, who was suspended in the air, stared straight at Xila with the six eyeballs behind him, and made a sigh-like squeak: "You and I are both based on the interests of Thiel... It's just that you and I are tall. It’s just different. When you reach my height, you will naturally understand what I’m thinking.”

"...Sir Pope?"

"It's me. Sheila, I don't want to control your behavior, think about it. When have I ever done something disrespectful to Tyre? Instead of believing in heretical nonsense, it's better to remember your mission and defeat The natural disaster Elucado..."

"...Compared with your words, I believe more in the words of Roland and His Royal Highness Saint Claude."

Sheila shook her head firmly: "Your selfishness will hurt everyone sooner or later. Jupiter IV... No, Lord Paulonia, you don't deserve to be a pope at all."

"My child... do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know very well."

Xi stretched out his right hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ clenched into a fist and clenched his heart: "My heart tells me that this is my mission. I used to regard you as the greatest, just like everyone else. Pope, the wisest pope... But if wisdom is to tolerate sin and breed heresies, I would rather be stupid for the rest of my life."

"I admit that your approach may be correct in a sense, acquiesced by Tyre - but definitely not praised by Tyre. Along the way, I have seen Tyre's followers fight for the death of their enemies. Excited and cheered, even if you die, you have to take an enemy... Is the courage that Tyre taught us used in such a place?!"

"...Syrah, heresy cannot be forgiven."

"But rather than brutally killing heretics, I want them to know the glory of the sun. They are human too, they have their own beliefs, their own families. I think a world where everyone can be forgiven for their beliefs is the place to be. Right. If repentance can't make up for the sin, don't people have to stretch their necks and red-faced to make excuses for their sins?"

Xila said at the end, the whole person was unusually calm.

His confused and confused eyes became firm again: "—So, His Excellency Pope. I want to declare war on you." (To be continued.)