Disaster Shelter

The battle between Xun Ying and Mayyami was earth-shattering. Even if Xun Ying deliberately controlled his destructive power, several blocks around him were destroyed in an instant.

When Mayyami's fog gun was swung, there was a thick black mist. Even if ordinary people stick to this black mist, it will turn into blood in an instant. Even Xun Ying must be more careful.

But Xun Ying's sword is not a vegetarian either. Each of his swords has powerful power, and he can cut mountains and divide seas with just one sword! Sword moves like the mind-excalibur are even more readily available.

The battle here is in full swing, but on the coast of Liaozhou City, the wooden mallet island is eerily quiet.

An old man with golden light on his body stood kindly in the void, looking up at the giant cicada holding the sky.

It's so big... When I took over as Pope, I heard your story. This is the first time we met.

This old man is Pope Charlie who was in Longtan Villa before!

Six tall blue cicadas buzzed in mid-air, surrounded by patches of blue cicadas, like blue clouds.

They looked at Charlie with eagerness. This old man had the huge power of faith that they dreamed of, but they didn't dare to do anything to this old man.

Because they know that this old man is an existence equal to their god, and it is not something they can covet.

Who are you?

From the body of Cicada Cicada, there was a loud thunderous sound. It does not have human vocal organs, but for a catastrophe-level creature like it, it is not difficult to speak human language.

I am the representative of the Creator on earth, you can call me Charlie. The old man said with a smile.

Cicada Zu sneered: The Creator, hehe...

Then what are you here for, to start a war with me, or to negotiate peace, or... are you here to surrender?

neither.

Charlie shook his head.

I'm here to help you break free.

The one who nailed you to the cross should be a certain archangel. As the Creator's representative on earth, I can help you relieve some of the burden, and you should be able to break free from the rest.

In addition, this thing should be able to further restore your strength.

Charlie waved his hand, and a crown woven of thorns appeared in his hand. He waved lightly, and the crown flew out. Many cicadas scrambled to fly on the crown, and began to absorb the faith on the crown. Power.

This is a sacred object bestowed by the Creator himself. It contains some of the beliefs collected by the Creation Church over the past two thousand years. After absorbing the power from it, plus I will help you loosen the seal, you will definitely be able to recover from this cross. break free.

Why are you doing this? Chanzu asked doubtfully.

Breaking away from this cross has been its long-cherished wish for thousands of years.

Trapped on a cross, its strength is only slightly stronger than the average cataclysmic level, which makes it extremely uncomfortable for the once powerful one.

But Charlie's attitude was too weird, making him afraid to accept those tempting gifts.

Charlie looked at Chanzu lovingly: God loves all things, and you are naturally among them. The restraint for such a long time has already achieved the purpose of punishment, and the release of you now is also in line with the Creator's wishes.

God loves all things...don't be so hypocritical, tell your real purpose. Chan Zu didn't believe Charlie's nonsense.

Charlie said unhurriedly: Then I'll just say it straight, you are complete, almost no one can match you in this world, I hope that after you come out, you can accept the offerings of the Creation Church, and then I can use your strength, Let the Church of Creation be great again!

Are you crazy?

Chanzu's body shook, and he looked at Charlie in shock, wondering what was wrong with his brain to say such words.

It can almost be regarded as the mortal enemy of the Creation Church. It wants to completely annihilate the Creation Church every day. From the standpoint of the Creation Church, it should also be the most terrifying heresy. Even if this old man is dementia, he should not Have this idea.

The clouds in the sky parted, and a beam of sunlight fell on Charlie, making him look golden:

It sounds a little crazy, but I think it makes sense. We can't kill you, and you will get out of trouble sooner or later, so coexisting with you is our only option.

Chanzu sneered: I don't have any reason to promise you, the crown of thorns is already in my hands, and I don't need to cooperate with you to get out.

Yeah?

Charlie waved, and the crown that had fallen into the hands of the cicada reappeared in his hands again, and the power of faith that had been sucked away turned into wisps of white light and flew back into the crown.

The crown of thorns is a sacred object bestowed by the Creator himself. Your puppets cannot take away the faith in it. If you don't agree with my conditions, you can continue to be bound here for thousands of years.

Actually, the deal I proposed is beneficial to both of us. You feed on your faith. If the Creation Church is destroyed, you will not find delicious food in this world. Glory, then 30% of the faith that the church has harvested in this world is yours!

In the long run, it will be more cost-effective than you destroying the church. It will be a loss for both of us to fight, and cooperation can be a win-win situation. I hope you will think about it carefully.

Cicada became silent, it didn't want to and dare not leave this world, so Charlie's proposal seemed to be the best choice for it, so after thinking for a while, Cicada said to Charlie:

Four percent.

Charlie smiled: Deal!

The crown of thorns flew out of his hand and landed on the body of Ancestor Cicada, making it fill up quickly. The power of faith contained in it was much more than the energy it snatched from slaughtering the church!

Then Charlie half-kneeled in the air and began to pray. The sunlight on his body also quietly turned into divine light, penetrating through the nails on Chanzu's body, and began to loosen faintly.

Every cell in Cicada's body was jumping for joy, but there was a trace of vigilance in his eyes. The words of this old human man were actually completely farting.

Forty percent does seem like a lot, but after it enslaves all creatures in this world, wouldn't it be more beautiful to let them all believe in themselves, and there is no need to transform their beliefs.

Besides, this old man probably has no good intentions. Once he agrees to his conditions, he doesn't know what will happen later. The entire Creation Church, counting down from the Creator, is all good at intrigue and trickery, and a win-win situation is impossible. Existence, but once they believe that they will win in the end, only themselves.

But for the time being, I still need to make a deal with this old man. When he comes down from this cross, it will be the time for this old man to die!

I use the mobile phone number, and there are still 12 days to do this, in despair... If the computer is good, and I don't have to go out for 14 days, I will be very happy... But now, I feel so uncomfortable.