Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 431: Going Underground 4k+
On the battlefield, Gama, who was living in the body of a puppet, looked at his companions around him anxiously.

The two faces behind the monster with black water flowing from its eye sockets looked at each other, which was weird and ridiculous. Gamma himself almost laughed out loud.

"Boom boom boom!"

The ground beneath his feet was shaking violently, as countless Saint Maiden followers were wielding weapons.

"Bang bang bang!"

The air was filled with smoke, and puppets were knocked to the ground one after another under the muzzles of guns. Although they had received the blessing of the Virgin Mary and had recovery abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, when those ugly faces were pierced by lead bullets and their torsos were pierced with seven or eight transparent holes by spears, these monsters could only lie on the ground, howling in despair like dying beasts.

At one point, Gamma felt like he was going deaf.

The fighting scenes around him turned into slow motion and repeated over and over again. He instinctively began to resist the reality before his eyes.

I failed, and so did more than a dozen preachers on earth. In this reincarnation, the Virgin Mary was completely defeated by the Saint Girl...

The face behind the monster's neck twitched nervously. If someone had stood in front of him a dozen days ago, when he had just woken up, and said that he had foreseen today's outcome.

Gama probably wasn't even bothered to laugh at him.

He was very familiar with this process, a scene that had been repeated countless times over thousands of years. The preacher on earth woke up and quickly gained the upper hand by using the Virgin Mary's layout and rich experience.

The day the saint was knocked over might be Candlemas Day or the queen's coronation ceremony, anyway, it was usually named something.

The saint's loyal followers were uprooted, dragged from chapels and palaces to the square, and sent to the stake or guillotine in full view of the public.

The people in the audience were shocked but they still cheered loudly. They all believed that a beautiful new era was coming.

Several times, Gama nearly fell asleep while enjoying these boring routines.

But today... the companions around him fell one by one. Even though they were the Virgin Mary's preachers on earth and possessed some of Her Majesty's power, they were still powerless to save the situation.

The Inquisitor was inspired by the countless believers behind him and was like a god.

Not to mention Saint Baran, who at this moment was holding up half a pot lid with one hand, waving a pitch-black sword with a large gold ring in the other, and shouting as he mixed in with the team.

"Kill him! Ge Suwen! Where are you running? Look at the knife!"

Why did Liu Yonglu shout this? Because he didn't know what to shout. Everyone else was shouting "For Saint Barlan!"

But he couldn't shout "For Saint Barlaam!" himself, that would be crazy! So Liu Yonglu could only yell along:
"Kill! Ge Suwen! Look at the knife! Look at the gun!"

Of course, the followers of the Holy Maiden Sect didn't know who Ge Suwen was, but when they heard Saint Balan calling him like that, the others also imitated his tone and shouted in the team.

Later, this story was also recorded by religious scholars of the Holy See. It is said that "Where can Gesuven escape?" is a spell given by the saint to Saint Balaam, which can keep the saint safe when charging into battle.

Anyway, at this point it doesn’t matter whether Liu Yonglu takes action or not, as there is a huge disparity in the number of people on both sides and the morale is also very different.

These dozen or so preachers on earth might have been used to a comfortable life, and when they unexpectedly ran into St. Barabi... they were caught off guard.

I tried it in a one-on-one duel, and lost a Bishop of Lorraine. In a team battle... I saw that my appeal was not as good as theirs.

The people of the Holy See fought bravely, all wanting to show off in front of the Saint. Like fighting a dead dog, the encirclement was shrinking, and it seemed that the Virgin Mary's puppets were about to be wiped out!

A loud "boom" suddenly came from underground.

"Step back first!"

Archbishop Kosander shouted, and Bill and other inquisitors gave priority to protecting Kosander's safety, while Kosander had to worry about the ordinary people present.

The Bishop of Lorraine is a spy planted by the heretics. Before that, there was Contaldo. Kosander is worried that the other party has buried gunpowder or something like that under the Holy See. Now he is desperate and wants to drag other people down with him.

It has to be said that Kosander's worries are somewhat justified.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of earth and rocks underground in the Holy See courtyard was just the beginning. In the next minute, several loud noises were heard one after another. At the same time, everyone felt the ground beneath their feet shaking violently, and some buildings on the surface even collapsed.

Since he had already won, Liu Yonglu didn't want to take any risks. He wanted to do his best and held up a half-open pot lid to block himself and Mi Li'er. But as he was waiting, Liu Yonglu heard a "whoosh" sound, and a spherical object flew out from the dust and hit his pot lid.

Looking down, he saw the head of a Virgin Mary puppet, with black fluid still oozing out of its eye sockets. Although it had been separated from the lower body, the mouth of the brain at Liu Yonglu's feet was still twitching.

"Ah... a big monster without a head. How can it explode so far without a head? Mi Li'er, what do you think is going on now?"

Liu Yonglu asked as he looked at the large cloud of dust rising in front of him.

"I don't know, but I think we'll be able to see it soon."

Milly Tang spread out her hands, with her usual beige handkerchief tucked between her fingers. At this time, a breeze blew over Piedmont, and the dark clouds in the sky were blown away by the wind.

After more than ten seconds, the smoke and dust dissipated. Liu Yonglu and Millie Tang were relatively close to the scene and happened to see an astonishing scene.

A huge white oval body was flipping over and drilling into the ground.

The oval-shaped creature has circles of milky white tire-like fat on its body, which is covered with honeycomb-like holes.

"Mi Li'er! This is..."

Liu Yonglu let out a strange cry. They knew this monster. It had been chasing them in the secret passage a few days ago. When Liu Yonglu and Militang escaped, the secret passage collapsed. They both thought the monster had been crushed to death. Unexpectedly, it showed up again today!
The monster looked a little different this time than the last time. An exoskeleton similar to a spine grew out of the layers of fat, and there were several heads strung on the spine.

If Liu Yonglu were to describe it, it would be to use brain seeds to string a pile of sugar together, and then stick the pile of sugar to the outer layer of the tire.

"The monster seems to have devoured several of the Virgin Mary's preachers."

"Maybe they were originally a family, and now they've merged!"

Liu Yonglu swallowed his saliva. There was always a loophole. He didn't expect that the two reactionary forces would join forces at the last moment.

While everyone was stunned, the milky white monster had already drilled into the hole and disappeared without a trace.

"Let Ling'er and the others help determine the location?"

Liu Yonglu asked.

"Forget it. The situation underground is still unclear. Don't let them take risks."

Millie Tang glanced around and pursed her lips. Half of the buildings within her field of vision had collapsed to varying degrees. It was obvious that the underground space was extremely large and there were many exits. It might be dangerous to chase after them rashly.

At this time on the battlefield, most people probably didn't see the monster's scales or armor, but only saw the exaggerated deep holes on the ground behind the smoke and dust.

"boom!"

In the silence, Haversun was the first to be unable to bear the fatigue and pain. His hand holding the holy spear loosened and the spear fell straight to the ground.

In the past few hours, he first followed the instructions of Saint Barlaan to defend the gate of the Holy See against the thugs who attempted to break in, and then returned to the battlefield to fight bloody battles with the Holy Lance and the puppet of the Virgin Mary.

There were no enemies on the battlefield at this time. The little genius brother, who had lost his strong fighting spirit, could not hold on and fainted.

Fortunately, Jacob was standing next to him and quickly caught Haverson. "How is it!?"

Archbishop Kosander asked in a deep voice. Roselis held her brother's wrist and let out a long sigh after a while.

"It's okay, I'm just too tired, and maybe a little anemic."

"That's good."

Archbishop Kosander nodded. Just now, countless clergymen of the Holy See died tragically in front of him. The lives that were still vibrant yesterday were now withering and dying silently.

You never thought that this would happen on Candlemas Day.

The archbishop looked around. The originally beautiful and quiet Vatican courtyard had been devastated by the war. Many grape trellises and gardening huts in the courtyard were still on fire, and the pungent smell of burning food lingered in the air.

As for the buildings in the Holy See, the chapels and prayer rooms that had stood here for a hundred years were now mostly dilapidated and collapsed, and the gilded decorations on the exterior of the buildings had also been stolen by the thugs.

Only two or three out of ten followers of the Holy Maiden Sect who were standing close to him were left. Half of them had been desecrated by the heretics with forbidden spells and had been turned into their puppets after death.

The remaining believers died at the hands of thugs and monsters.

But... fortunately, the Holy See was saved, and the shepherd of the Saint survived tenaciously and was not completely defeated by the devil's blasphemous will.

Looking at the dusty faces, Archbishop Kosander was so excited that he was speechless.

"Saint Baran!"

"Saint Baran!"

It was unknown who among the believers started chanting the saint's name first, as if they were praising the believers' indomitable will or mourning their comrades who had just died on the battlefield.

"Saint Baran!"

"Saint Baran!"

The people around were also infected by the rhythmic shouts of the believers.

Yes, they had just witnessed the miracle of Saint Barlaam, and even fought alongside this patron saint. This story would surely be sung by future generations, and when they were old, they could hold their children and grandchildren’s hands and say:
"Kill him! Ge Suwen! Where are you running? Look at the knife!"

This is the golden revelation that the saints left for future generations.

"Cough, cough."

Liu Yonglu was quite embarrassed. He pressed his hands down like a symphony conductor. He looked around and saw Botticelli took out his sketchbook and paintbrush. The young man was also encouraged and looked very excited. He was ready to paint everything that happened in front of him.

Liu Yonglu took a look... This wouldn't work. His posture at this moment was a bit ordinary, not majestic enough, and he didn't have that tragic epic feeling after a great battle.

Thinking of this, Liu Yonglu put his arms to the side!
"Are you looking for death? What are you doing?!"

Millie Tang was standing nearby, looking at the pit on the ground. From some subtle clues, she could roughly determine the direction in which the monster escaped.

It should be running towards Mosesad... No... towards the Lost Sea.

At this moment, Liu Yonglu's body softened, one hand went around the back of Milly Tang's neck and rested on her other shoulder, and he pressed on Milly Tang as if he was drunk.

"They're painting it, let me give you a shape."

Liu Yonglu whispered in Millie Tang's ear.

"Don't think you are Saint Baran and I won't dare to deal with you!"

Millie Tang pinched the flesh at the base of Liu Yonglu's arm with two fingers and twisted it hard.

"It hurts, it hurts, outside, please give me some face outside."

The expression on Liu Yonglu's face at this moment was quite appropriate when reflected on Botticelli's painting paper.

The dark clouds dispersed, the sun shone, and on the devastated battlefield, Saint Baran leaned weakly on his comrades. His face and clothes were covered with dust, and his brows were shrouded in sorrow, as if he could not bear to see the sad partings in the world.

"Mr. Saint Baran, are you...are you okay? Do you want to find a room to rest?"

It would be okay for Kosander if others were injured... but it was different for Liu Yonglu. He was a saint. What if he died right under his nose? Kosander didn't even dare to think about it. Wouldn't that be the end of the world?

So the old man hurried over to show concern.

"Hey, I'm fine, it's just... it's almost noon, I haven't eaten, and my stomach hurts from hunger."

"Oh, that's easy. I'll quickly arrange for someone to go to the kitchen and take a look."

"No hurry, no hurry, let's get the business done first."

"Business?"

Kosander frowned, thinking, what serious business is this? Praying for the burial of believers who died on the battlefield? This kind of thing doesn't need to be arranged by the saints themselves.

Follow the heretic through the underground cave? But everyone is in bad condition now, and they may not be able to hold on if they continue to chase.

"Redeem the prizes! Hurry up and redeem the prizes for everyone!"

"Oh, oh, yes, yes, redeem the prize, redeem the prize."

Liu Yonglu thought to himself, you old fool, you redeemed the prize today and got the real money. You are still the archbishop and I am still Saint Barlaan. If you let these believers work hard and finally return empty-handed, they will be wiped out!

The most absurd scene of Candlemas Day was taking place in the Holy See. The Saint's cult had no time to count the losses, so they quickly gathered people to set up a small shed in the courtyard. The priests of the Holy See sat behind the table and exchanged cigarette cards for the Piedmontese believers one by one.

Logically speaking, this bonus should have been paid by Alfonso, but in order to attract believers from all over Victoria to support the Holy See in winning this battle of faith, Liu Yonglu had to let the Holy See pay for it first.

"Mr. Kosander, please come here for a moment."

The Dean of Studies in charge of redeeming the prizes whispered to the Archbishop that the Holy See did indeed have a lot of cash stored, especially since today was Candlemas Day. According to the rules, starting in the morning, the clergy of the Holy See would take carriages to various places in Piedmont to make donations.

But the Holy See had just been robbed, and a lot of jewelry, valuables, and cash items were stolen.

At this time, prize redemption must be paid in cash, which is a bit difficult for the Dean of Academic Affairs.

"This... let's put it off for now. Let someone go get someone from the Piedmont Bank."

It is not a big deal. Being rich enough to rival a country is not just a metaphor for the Holy See. The Holy See is truly rich. It has countless land and title deeds. It is not a problem to exchange them for some cash.

"Okay, then I'll... calm you down first."

The Dean of Academic Affairs looked a little embarrassed, but he felt it was unacceptable if he couldn't do such a small thing well, so he had to bite the bullet and bear with it.

"Mr. Kosander, is the Holy See encountering any difficulties?"

Just at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind the archbishop.

(End of this chapter)