God obsession system

The Milan Cathedral was built in 1386 and took five centuries to complete in 1897.

The main body of the church is all made of white marble, covering an area of ​​1.17 square meters. It has both Gothic and Baroque styles. There are 135 minarets on the top, each of which is engraved with a statue of a god.

Looking from a distance, the whole church is majestic and magnificent, which makes people feel awe.

Underground of the cathedral, in a secret dark room.

A young man with full head of blond hair was tied to a chair made entirely of metal. The iron bowl was bound above his head by a leather belt, and his feet and legs were also firmly bound by special metal that could limit extraordinary strength.

In front of him, three missionaries lined up, holding the origin book of the Illuminati Cult, the "Holy Canon", and reciting neatly.

The only few candles gave off faint light, which seemed to flicker on and off the faces of the three people.

"In the beginning, the Father created the heaven and the earth, and the earth was empty..."

"F**k, you bastards, stop reading this shit!"

The young man struggled frantically on the chair.

"Slandering the "Holy Code" should be punished."

A solemn voice came from behind, and a priest in a red robe pressed the red button on the remote control in his hand with his thumb.

A powerful electric current appeared in the iron bowl on the top of the young man's head, and instantly penetrated his whole body, causing him to twitch all over. An uncontrollable howl leaked from his throat, and his jewel-like blue eyes revealed a painful look. .

The current only lasted for a second, and the red-robed priest released the button in his hand. The young man seemed to lose all his strength at once, and he slumped heavily on the chair, panting heavily.

Bean-sized beads of sweat slid down the smooth blond hair and dripped on the young man, and the room was filled with the smell of barbecue.

Seeing the young man's aura getting weaker and weaker, the red-robed priest behind him took off the iron bowl and put his right hand on top of his head.

"I, Cardinal Luiz de' Medici, in the protection of the Father, the Mother, and the Son, call upon you, the noble and great King of Knights, Arthur Pendragon, to throw you into the arms of the light !"

The slightly golden holy light in the white appeared in the palm of the cardinal's right hand, enveloping the young man.

The injuries burned by the electric current on his body healed quickly, and the young man gradually fell asleep, as usual, without any reaction.

"Ugh."

A sigh sounded in the room. The ceremony just now seemed to be quite exhausting. Cardinal Luiz swayed, supported the table beside him, and waved at the three missionaries.

"Take him back and keep him locked up."

The missionaries bowed to the man, then came up to loosen all the restraints on the young man, and then put on the handcuffs and shackles that can limit the extraordinary power.

Two missionaries, one on the left and the other on the right, carried him into a deeper cell, and threw him on the ground with a "bang".

"Cough cough cough."

One of the missionaries coughed violently, then sucked snot into his mouth.

"Ho, bah."

Spit a mouthful of thick phlegm into the cell.

Immediately, the two of them slammed the cell door shut and walked out.

After the cough gradually faded away, in the next cell, a man covered in bruises sat up with difficulty.

"Baron, Barron, are you all right?"

It was Dominique LeMay who was arrested with him.

Seeing that there was no sound in the next room, Dominic sighed. The pain on his body prevented him from making too much movement.

Since he was arrested, he has been tortured every day, which made the already thin wizard overwhelmed.

As the sole inheritor of the strongest alchemy family in Europe - the LeMay family, Dominique has mastered too many high-level alchemy techniques unknown to the Church of Light, which also enabled him to successfully save his life from the purge of the first jihad .

With the help of the faint light of the candles outside the cell, counting the scratches carved by his nails on the ground and counting the days, the man felt a little helpless.

I don't know when those unreliable guys in the family will be able to rescue me. If they are a few days later, I won't be able to hold on and recruit them all.

Suddenly, the missionary who was spitting just now ran back screaming, the clothes on his left shoulder were stained red with blood, and his expression was very painful.

Before he could close the door, a huge force suddenly struck, knocking open the outermost door of the cell.

Another missionary then rushed in, threw the wounded man who was supposed to be a colleague to the ground, and bit the aorta on the neck.

"Pfft" sounded.

Bright red blood splashed out, and the missionary who was spitting out struggled violently, but he was completely unable to resist the strange force from above.

After a while, the struggle gradually weakened, and there was a creepy chewing sound in the cell.

"Hi, is anyone there, what's going on?"

Smelling the pungent smell of blood, Dominic subconsciously felt something was wrong, so he couldn't help asking.

However, at the moment when the sound sounded, the monster who was feasting suddenly raised its head, and its scarlet eyes looked at the cell where Dominic was.