Exorcism in the non-science world

Attacking the Vatican, it is said to be mighty, domineering and handsome.

But it is definitely not as handsome as it sounds, and the power accumulated by the Holy See for thousands of years should not be underestimated.

Mo Chu has only developed a power in just a few years, and he is completely inferior to the Holy See in terms of background, but there is no Noah family.

Although in order to balance the energy balance, he ordered to destroy all the demons, but the purpose of attacking the Vatican was to kill Xin, not to destroy the Holy See.

Therefore, as long as there is enough high-end combat power to tear a hole straight to the heart, it is enough.

It was midnight when he set foot on this holy land again with his hands.

The sky was pitch black, the dim starlight was hidden in the lingering mist, and the crescent moon was crimson, soaked in blood-colored brilliance.

The red night fog was floating, and it was not known whether the blood moon dyed the fog red, or the blood fog dyed the moon red.

Bad luck—good luck—

This is the color that has stained him for most of his years.

So good.

"Master, it has been arranged."

Mo Chu stood in the shadow, half of his body was bathed in the moonlight, and half of his body was dragged by the shadow. When he heard Xi Ruier's report, he nodded slowly as if wandering.

The eyes that gazed down at the sacred city from a height were as blue and deep as blood from the beginning to the end.

"let's start--"

"—let it all end."

As the night deepened, the holy land was ablaze with blood and fire.

Mo Chu headed towards where the "heart" was with a clear goal, without distraction, and without stopping to wait for others to come.

He understood better than anyone else that many people would die in this war, and he also understood better than anyone else where people would go after death and what kind of ending they would have.

Anyone can die--

Cyril, Joshua, Joshua, Dracula, Shuya, Kim...

Tiki, Allen, Rhodes, and even Earl Millennium...

Anyone can die.

But he certainly won't look back.

He is a Noah, a Noah who exists to build reincarnation, and a Noah who was born for the world.

It is the ancestor of the supernatural power who has lost his memory, wandered alone for thousands of years, destroyed a world and led another world—the Zombie King (the first machine that destroyed the world).

It is estimated that he has handled more deaths than anyone else has ever seen.

For him, death is not only the end, but also the beginning.

So, when he inserted his hand into the chest of the man wearing the pope's costume, he felt his fingertips piercing through the blood vessels bit by bit, and touched the beating but cold heart.

When I saw the man opening his mouth wide open bit by bit in pain, his eyes widening, gradually convulsing and no longer struggling.

Endless despair, malice, resentment, fear—you are a devil—

The wind leaked from the huge blood gap on his body, and it hurt finely and sharply. When the blood stuck to his clothes, and the blood stained his whole body.

Mo Chu laughed in a low voice with extreme joy, and then the laughter became louder and louder, accompanied by the increasing energy in his hands.

Then, inch by inch, he crushed the heart in his hand that contained the original sin of a thousand years.

The man's body is like a mermaid's foam, dissipating like mist in the gradually twilight morning.

Mo Chu loosened his clenched fists, strands of transparent fluorescent light slipped away from his fingers and floated towards the sky.

He stared blankly for a long time, only turning his eyes away when he sensed that others were coming.

He slowly closed his eyes, moved his cervical phalanx, and made a withered crackling sound of joints colliding, and then his slender fingers, stained with blood, inserted straight into his own chest.

The strange thing is that there is no blood, as if it has penetrated into nothingness.

As a Noah created by the world, there is a Noah's seed in his body-a seed used to eliminate the Noah factor after all Noahs get rid of the so-called "stigmata".

The world consciousness has long had a plan to eliminate Noah. Perhaps, earlier, it would have childishly favored its own children, but after going through countless hardships, the world consciousness has also grown up.

It may be as stupid as a human being, but it is not stupid.

It realizes that this time is slowly not suitable for the existence of a huge power beyond the common understanding of people, so it is planning to clear the Noah factor, and bury this opportunity or seed in Mo Chuyuan's body middle.

Now, the seed is ripe.

The people who had finished the battle came one after another. Mo Chu seemed to have seen the Millennium Lord who was bouncing around with the pot, the bruised and bruised Tichrod, the disheveled Cyril, and the one who sneaked in. Allen, who was not found...

Spread out your right hand, a bright golden ball exudes a soft light, floating quietly on the palm of your hand

——What a beautiful color, Noah is indeed the world's favorite child.

But how ruthless—

Only holiness can destroy Noah, and only Noah can destroy holiness.

Isn't the only holiness left here in him?

Coffee, milk, wine—this is the same holiness based on his soul.

A black and white interlaced holiness appeared in the left hand, and then turned into a black and white ball of light.

Mo Chu looked at the spheres of light in his left and right hands, and smiled with unknown meaning, a bright smile appeared in the corners of his brows and eyes, softening his indifferent and clear face.

Finally, I raised my head and looked at the white sky—goodbye.

Collision, fusion - a huge beam of light runs through the sky and the earth.

The invisible energy expands out in a spherical shape.

The struggling stars in the morning light flashed instantly, as if they had gained new support, scattered all over the sky, forming a mysterious pattern.

Paths of light that only a few people can see start from under the beams of light, intersecting vertically and horizontally, covering the entire land, faintly echoing the pattern in the sky.

One bright and one dark, one flickering and one flickering, and finally like a synchronized breathing, it blends with each other and slowly disappears.

……

Without warning, or as expected, Noah and Sanjie completely disappeared from this world.

At that moment, all the Noahs fell to the ground unprepared, stunned, and shed tears in a daze.

The heart-piercing grief exploded in my heart, burning my internal organs with pain, my soul was torn apart, I couldn't stop my tears from the pain, and the mournful cry echoed hoarsely in my throat, oppressing a wave of pain. The smell of blood.

The Noahized Noahs regained their human appearance, lost their black skin and golden pupils, and the stigmata on their bodies seemed to be wiped off by invisible hands, and no traces could be found anymore.

They were dazed, dazed, and weeping, their tears as red as blood.

Allen looked at the left hand that had returned to normal in surprise, and an inexplicable sadness and uneasiness welled up in his heart.

Cyril stared closely at the beam of light, stumbled and ran on the ruins in a trance, faster, faster...

The surviving people stood on the ruins of the Holy Land silently watching the newborn sun.

Under the beam of light, the young man with black hair had already disappeared.

- But, it's a new day.

……

……

The advantage of being very old is that there is very little to lose.

——So, he doesn't love life, and he doesn't fear death.

I have lived long enough, I have tasted the ups and downs, the ups and downs, the bitterness, the saltiness, and the saltiness over and over again. I have seen those beautiful and moving scenery many times. different, yet similar places.

He has destroyed the world, conquered the stars and the ocean, killed himself, and saved the world once again.

I've done so many things, but I'm still a little tired...

If there is no major event, it is a good idea to just sleep for a period of time, isn't it?

Scanned the black and white buildings with consciousness.

This world already has fireworks, souls are constantly entering and leaving, and there are many other bright colors besides black and white.

but……

Mo Chu always felt a little dissatisfied—hell, it's not too good to be so happy.

A new reincarnation has been established, which is somewhat similar to the world that Mo Chu once destroyed, but it is still immature.

The energy of the world is constantly withdrawing and then joining the conversion system. Even if there are unscientific existences in the future, this energy cannot be easily mobilized.

Although with the assistance of world consciousness, perfecting such a huge energy system is not something that can be accomplished overnight—it is a long-term project.

Therefore, he has become the core of reincarnation, and will be permanently or permanently imprisoned in this new world of the dead.

Mo Chu gave up his body and suppressed in the center of the world with the form of consciousness.

It can be regarded as an alternative, it fits the Tao with the body.

Whenever I'm bored, I want to do something, but the current situation can't be disturbed at all. Mo Chu took a last look at the world and decided to sleep first.

As for other things, leave it to the world consciousness.

After all, there are two tragedies in life: one is not getting what you love, and the other is getting what you love.

Man... always so dissatisfied.

Mo Chu, who has been through the two tragedies, said sleepily: I am very tired inside, I want to sleep.

The author has something to say:

I, who is about to finish, wish everyone a happy May Day, eat well, sleep well (~￣▽￣)～, and then welcome the Dragon Boat Festival in a month and a half with full energy 2333333(*￣︶￣)