Chapter 275 The River of Blood and the Iron Sky ([-]) The Holy Relic Reappears, Determination of Devotion
Father Anderson! ! This time, please enjoy the devout faith you taught us! !
We will once again give our hearts and devotion to the glory of the Lord! ! "Even if it's a group fight, what if we all go together?"
"Father Anderson, the participation of ordinary people will only increase unnecessary casualties. I believe that only you can truly make me happy!!"
Accardo looked at the members of the Thirteenth Family in the distance like mayflies shaking the trees, and his cold voice seemed extremely ruthless at this time.
"Back off, back off!"
"Accept divine punishment, heretic!"
"Cover Father Anderson!!"
The members of Section 13 once again formed a formation, and they took the initiative to use their own flesh and blood to clear the way for Father Anderson.
……
"Really, what a bunch of stupid fools!!"
A hoarse sound passed into Accardo's ears. Amidst the sound of swords clashing, he heard the hoarse and sad voice of his enemy.
But even though Father Anderson felt sad in his heart, he felt sad for the members of Section [-] who were working so hard.
But the look of sadness and pride on Father Anderson's face, combined, was as firm as steel.
"What a bunch...you are really a bunch of hopeless fools!!"
Father Anderson tightened the gun sword in his hand, and then slashed towards Accardo's head.
The expression on the priest's face seemed to be that he was happy and proud of them, but his voice sounded like he was crying and laughing.
"So are you proud of them? Or..."
"I feel sad!!"
After Accardo took a deep breath, he switched the knight's sword to his hand, and then slashed down towards Father Anderson.
"boom!!"
"We are apostles, but we are not apostles! We are traitors, and we are not traitors!"
Amidst the shattering sound of "bang", the blunderbuss sword in Father Anderson's hand shattered into pieces. However, the new blunderbuss sword was quickly pulled out from his waist and stabbed straight at Accardo's chest again. Throat.
"We only worship one thing, we just bow down to plead for the Lord's mercy. We just bow down to defeat those who rebel against the Lord!!"
Father Anderson did not answer Accardo's questions. His eyes were firm and he shouted a eulogy in a low voice.
I saw Father Anderson, ignoring Accardo's knight's sword slashing at his arm, suddenly closing the distance with Accardo, slashing with the blunderbuss with both hands, and still roaring hoarsely.
Faced with Father Anderson who was attacking him fiercely, Accardo, who was smiling, was calm and calm.
Accardo took out Gasl and Jackal again from the scabbard, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger wildly and shot Father Anderson! ! "Bang bang bang!!"
"huahauhua!!!"
And with a slight wave of Father Anderson's hand, the Bible pages that were flying around him once again turned into countless silver swords blocking the bullets.
But it is a pity that the silver sword turned into a Bible is no different from ordinary paper when faced with the special magic-breaking bullets.
······························································································ "Pfft!!"
"Pfft!!"
For a time, countless beautiful blood flowers bloomed on Anderson's body, and with the same sound of flesh and blood being penetrated, Accardo's right arm was pierced by the gun sword.
Anderson vomited blood amidst the sound of broken bones, but with a sacred and ferocious smile on his face.
"When the time comes, we will throw thirty silver coins into the shrine and hang ourselves with straw ropes. Then we can become disciples and go to hell together!"
The chanting still never stops! ! Perhaps this is the reason why the man in front of you is so powerful and terrifying. Only by dedicating everything you have to God can you fully obtain the power and glory of the Lord! !
Just for faith, there is only faith left in the body! !
How frightening this is! ! At the cost of burning his own soul, Father Alexander Anderson finally broke through the limits of mankind and touched the realm beyond the limits as a human being! ! "Crack!!"
Accardo gritted his teeth and pulled out the gun sword fragment from the sad wound on his arm. He moved his right hand, which started to spasm in pain. He could even hear the sound of iron pieces rubbing against bones.
"We form a team and prepare to fight against the 740 six evil ghosts in hell!"
Father Anderson completely ignored the broken bones in his chest and his almost chopped right hand. He once again raised the sharp blunderbuss in his hand and sang a firm and hoarse hymn.
For a time, countless blood spattered, and hoarse roars were cut off.
The final desperate fight has officially begun. At this moment, it doesn't matter whether the arms of both parties are torn to pieces, the lower abdomen is pierced, or the legs are pierced by the blunderbuss sword.
It all doesn't matter anymore...
All for victory! !
Blood and flesh flew away under the slashes of the blade and blunderbuss. Finally, amid Accardo's roaring voice, the black blade nailed into Father Anderson's shoulder, and his fists also hit Accardo heavily. heart.
Finally, with the broken blunderbuss sword in hand, Father Anderson flew out upside down and fell weakly on the ground in ruins.
Victory and defeat! ! Obviously Accardo won this battle! !
"it's not finished yet……"
Accardo leaned on the remaining ruins and walked in the direction of Father Anderson with a hoarse voice.
"The heretics are here, stand up!"
"Slay with me, loyal dog of God!"
At this moment, Father Anderson, who was almost nailed to the ground, finally pulled out the long black box after groping with his incomplete palm under his clothes for a while.
I saw thick black fonts engraved on it [Section [-]: Matthew—Special Holy Relic Management Bureau. 】
The Holy Grail of Jesus, the Holy Cloth of Christ, the Spear of Thousand Men, and the Holy Nail of Elena...
Some of these sacred relics that have been passed down through the ages have lost traces in the long history, and some have fallen apart.
Only the last few pieces are regarded as one of the few remaining sacred relics of the Catholic Church, and are treasured by members of the Thirteen Sections in the Vatican's Relics Administration.
But now this holy relic, which can be called a great miracle, appears in the hands of Father Anderson.
That is the residual fragrance of miracles! ! "Elena's Holy Nail!!"
Accardo opened his eyes to see clearly what was in Alexander's hand. He finally found the origin of that thing.
Once this miraculous holy relic is used, the user will completely become an immortal monster, directly possessing the power to fight Akkado at his peak state.
However, the user no longer has a soul and a mind, and is left with only a body like a tool, becoming the agent of the power of the gods.
"Stop it, Anderson!!"
"Do you want to become a god's monster? Use the remains of miracles to become the remains of miracles! Become a toy of divine power, that kind of funny monster?!"
"Do you also want to become a miserable monster like me?"
At this moment, Accardo could no longer maintain his composure. He looked at the man he considered his old enemy with anger, clenched his fists, and couldn't help but feel pathetic.
"It doesn't matter. We are just God's tools. We should not have our own will in the first place..."
Father Anderson spoke very calmly, as if it was nothing to do with him, and this was his determination to devote himself to the Lord, his determination to take the initiative and turn it into a holy nail and a blunderbuss.
(End of this chapter)