I lost the sun god

Now that I have said it, then I will teach you what it means to think about it but not to say it.

After becoming a vampire, Bill Born's physical fitness has been strengthened in all aspects, especially his perception, which has been strengthened to a level that was unimaginable before. Therefore, he has seen all the performances of everyone present.

But now he doesn't have the heart to pay attention to those people at all, his heart is roaring crazily now.

Nahuang, you made me miserable.

If he had known that the Holy Son had come, he would never have accepted the First Embrace.

Although he accepted the First Embrace half-voluntarily in the afternoon, besides the desire for eternal life, he also pursued the power of blood race.

In his mind, the vampires who could break into the Papal State and imprison the Pope himself and kill them would definitely be able to stabilize the Papal State in terms of strength, but the Holy Son was not included in his thoughts.

The Holy Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are the Trinity. In a sense, the Son is the omniscient and omnipotent being.

He really didn't have the guts to face that Lord directly.

For a moment, he thought of his fate of being turned into ashes in the flames.

"Are you afraid?" The man in the white riding uniform laughed, "Yes, the other party is a personal incarnation of the supreme, unique, self-existing, omnipotent, who can do whatever he wants. Fear, who doesn’t have fear in their hearts.”

"But fear is useless, even if you embrace the day, even if your heart is God, you will never get the blessing of the one who does what he wants, because his gospel does not belong to you, it does not belong to me, it does not belong to all the darkness biology."

"We are unclean beings!"

Yes, unclean life Bill Born repented.

If there is regret medicine in this world, he is willing to pay all of himself to buy it.

But there is no regret medicine in this world, he can only force himself to calm down, "How to do it?"

No matter what, the road has been wrong, and there is no turning back, only one way to the dark.

"Prevent the birth of the Son."

The man in the white riding uniform said calmly.

He glanced at Bilborn, and his voice became hoarse and low like a wild beast, "As long as the light of the crescent moon still shines on the lilies, we will definitely prevent the birth of the Son of God."

"Don't worry, before the Holy Son is born, what we need to face is the Pope's Kingdom, and there may be angels descending from heaven. Although it is difficult, at least we don't have to face the Holy Son."

"Besides, we are not without helpers this time."

"Helper? Who?" asked Bilborn.

"We." A woman with a pointed hat and a long black dress appeared, with tiny downy hairs on her face that hadn't faded. She looked at Bill Born with eyes that were unusually bright in the dark night, "Witch."

"And us." A group of people in black robes and cloaks appeared, and one of them said in a cold voice: "These poor homeless people."

The homeless are those guys, aren't they?

Bilborn thought for a while, and his eyes fell on the people he invited, "Everyone, the Holy Son has come, you should be very happy now, you are very happy."

"Not happy, not happy." Webster said righteously, and now he will kill anyone who dares to say that he is very happy.

"Yes, not happy."

"Since the prison of Avignon, our family has had a grudge against the Pope."

"Whatever you decide, we will support you."

Everyone opened their mouths to express their support. As for what was going on in their hearts, only they knew.

"Everyone, thank you very much for your trust." Bill Born smiled and showed his little canine teeth. "Since everyone supports me so much, then accept my first embrace and become your own."

The dark magic power went straight to the sky, a bright moon, and it was as red as blood.

Chapter 141: The Son of the Enemy

At St. Ang's International Airport, a special plane parked steadily on the runway of the airport. St. John XII was sitting on a soft leather sofa, holding a cross in both hands, praying in a low voice.

After praying, he asked the man who was running out of breath, "Mr. Ai, have the people outside left yet?"

"Not yet, but it should be soon." Ai whispered.

"Then let's wait a little longer." St. John XII glanced at him with a half-smile, and the latter turned his head guiltily.

As soon as he received the news of the brilliance on the St. On's Cathedral, he rushed over by special plane. Unexpectedly, a group of people protesting that the plane emissions at the St. On's Airport exceeded the standard and polluted the air surrounded the airport and blocked him on the plane.

Do you people of Gaul dare to talk a little more?

"We must evacuate the crowd as much as possible." Ai wiped the sweat from his forehead, and scolded the people above all over his heart. Why are you blocking the airport if you want to delay the time? Isn't it good to just block the road?And even if the airport is blocked, can you find some reliable people?Standing straight, for fear that others will not know what you are doing?

"I hope you can finish it within today." St. John XII said lightly.

Do you really think he doesn't know what Bilborn has done?

It is true that the intelligence system of the Papal State is almost equal to zero, but after Bilborn's order was issued, the presidents of the United States and Mao Xiong's country called at the same time and told him Bilborn's order.

"You want to hold me back, prevent me from meeting Lisa and Simon, and prevent me from attracting these two extraordinary beings? Then I will do what you want, but the final result will not be what you want."

St. John XII showed a calm and gentle smile, held the cross in both hands, closed his eyes and continued to pray.

At the entrance of St. On's Cathedral, Archbishop Florence tidied up his robes and knocked on the door.

On the surface, the Pope took a special plane to visit Saint-On's Cathedral in person to contact the transcendent, but secretly, Archbishop Florence, the next pope candidate, sneaked into Saint-On's Cathedral with the help of Mao Xiongguo. The cathedral, to win over the extraordinary who belong to the church.

They, the Papal Kingdom, now understand that in this world, indicators such as economic, military, population, land and area are all false, and only extraordinary people are real.

A country with supernatural beings in charge, even if its economy is in a mess, its population is pitifully small, and its standing military is almost zero, it still dares to compete with a big country.

"But luckily."

Our Papal State has its own supernatural beings. Although we don’t know why the previous sixteen popes disappeared after showing up once, they all agree in which small church Barnaba is hiding in. Penance went.

After all, when the Pope was in office, he admired asceticism very much, and once said that he wanted to be an ascetic monk.

"Are you here to welcome the Holy Son?" The door of the church opened, and Simon, who had put on a black priest's robe, came out and asked, drawing a cross.

"Holy Son?" Florence was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically. "You mean the Holy Son has come?"

Although now that the gods are showing miracles one by one, the coming of the Son of God seems to be a matter of course.

But when he heard the news, he was inexplicably terrified.

"Of course." The illusory wings behind Simon slowly opened, traces of light emerged from behind him, and pure white feathers fell from above.

"Is the final judgment coming?" Florence became extremely frightened.