Chapter 120 The Incarnation of the Saint
"Huh..."
Chen Lun let out a sigh of relief, not expecting the additional benefit of being popular.
He has activated the serpent form at this moment, and with the blessing of [Hell Resistance], he did not suffer any damage even within the flame core range.
Take off the leather glove on the broken palm and put it into the grape ring.
In this way, a [B-level artifact] became his trophy.
Polaris and his party were standing blankly on the edge of Bradley Square, looking up at the figure in the sky. The scene that had just happened was deeply imprinted in their minds.
The five players turned around and saw the crowd of people praying and worshiping.
"Then...is it really just a slightly heavyweight NPC?"
The horseman was startled and asked.
"His identity may be even more amazing than we imagined... He may even be one of the protagonists of the main plot."
Polaris took out a breath and analyzed in a deep voice.
Goudou Jin and Wang Wangwuji nodded in agreement. Su Keying saved the video, widened her eyes and said:
"It must be! He is so handsome and so strong, how can he not be the protagonist?!"
There were just no stars in her eyes.
“I’m so pink!”
Gallery below.
The distinguished guests who came to the art exhibition looked at each other speechlessly at this time, feeling only lingering fear and even a sense of joy after a disaster.
The Pompeii family did not smile, but were very solemn. Rebecca pursed her lips and kept looking up at the sky, caring about Mr. Jack's safety.
"He's fine... It's really surprising how a [Sequence 8] transcendent could do this."
Rosa let out a light sigh.
Noah, who was beside her, laughed happily after hearing her sister's words.
Floy hid behind the crowd, lowered his head, listening to the message from the being in his body.
She could feel the warning conveyed by [Back Sun Potted Plant], telling her to leave immediately.
"I won't leave, I have to wait for him."
[Back Sun Potted Plant] was silent for a while, indicating that due to Floy's current physical condition, he could only release it once, and then it would quickly lose control and there would be almost no time to save it.
"It doesn't matter, I must help him."
Floy said calmly.
On the ground not far away, there was a black area like ruins.
Beckman's body fell in the center, burned into black coals, and the human shape could barely be seen.
"Traitor of the History and Ceremony Society, member of the Mitchell family, Beckman Mitchell..."
The bone key twisted completely, and a cold male voice came from inside.
Everyone was suddenly startled and cast their gazes.
"Thank you for everything you have done for Red Apple Church..."
Beckman's body began to twist, and the bones and muscles made eerie clicking sounds, eventually forming a spiral "gate" with the bone key in the chest as the core.
The "door" slowly opened, and a big pale hand stretched out from inside, covered in scarlet blood.
At first glance, it even felt like I was in a sea of blood, and my whole body began to tremble involuntarily, creating instinctive fear.
Immediately afterwards, a brand new painting slowly appeared on a intact flesh and blood wall, which was a portrait of Beckman himself.
His figure is illusory, with dozens or hundreds of different figures, some looking ferocious, some laughing excitedly, some looking embarrassed, or even beyond recognition... But these are all like insects fixed in amber, overlapping each other. , difficult to break free.
The name of this oil painting - "Poor Man"
Perhaps Beckman never thought that he would eventually become a work in the "Bone Gallery".
At this moment, the spiral door transformed by Beckman's body was completely opened.
A naked man came out bathed in blood, holding the bone key in his backhand.
He took out the bone key and stood alone, with red hair reaching his waist, deep eye sockets, a high nose, and an endless sea of blood in his eyes.
The man looked around, and everyone suddenly felt their breath hitched. The smell of blood overwhelmed them and almost suffocated them.
"Red Apple Church, Archbishop Rafa..."
Rosa looked at the man in front of her and said the name hoarsely.
Rafa looked at her with a smile.
"You know me... you are right, the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce's intelligence has always been very powerful.
Then you should also know what I am going to do next. ”
Rosa felt that the blood in her body was not obeying her control, as if she was about to escape from her body and run towards the man opposite.
She used her extraordinary power to suppress her frantic blood, then figured it out and spoke:
"You want to use everyone here as a sacrifice?
Sacrificing them to the [Bone Gallery]... and then blaming them on the defector of the 'History and Ritual Association', Beckman, can legitimately take back this strange object as a victim.
But are you really not afraid of Sun Church and shelters? ”
"What a smart little girl..."
Rafa smiled and joked, but did not respond to the latter sentence.
Rosa immediately figured out something again, and the tension on her face dissipated a lot.
"It is impossible for you to come here in person. A saint from the Red Apple Church suddenly disappears from the Tourmaline City. The Sun Royal Family will not remain indifferent."
"Yes, it's just an incarnation."
Rafa admitted frankly.
"But it's enough."
He played with the bone key in his hand, with a look of nostalgia on his face.
"Monroe...just lend me your power."
boom! !
Countless blood beads floated around the red-haired man's body, forming a blood robe and covering him.
Six phantoms of oil paintings flashed behind his head, spread out like a folding fan.
"The sun, the moon, the stars, flesh and blood, conspiracy, the earth... Well, the moon's power is a bit weak, it's just a [Sequence 9-Psychic Medium]."
Rafa chuckled and turned his head to look to the side.
Roderick suddenly felt like he was dead.
"Soul rest in peace!"
He raised his hand and pointed it at the tall red-haired man.
Holding back the pain of the wound, he shouted:
"Mona!"
Mona, who was standing next to him, instantly drew her gun, aimed at Rafa's head and heart and other fatal parts, and fired several shots.
Bang bang bang bang! !
Shrouded by Roderick's extraordinary power, Rafa stood motionless, but still kept a smile on his face.
Hua Hua...
The oil painting behind his head crossed over to Beckmann's "Poor Man", and immediately his eyes flashed through countless previous clips.
There were a few muffled pops, and the bullet hit Rafa's body.
He was completely unaware, as if he was not the one who was injured.
The history of the previous second began to overlap with this moment, and Rafa's injuries recovered as before. At the same time, during this process, His hand began to move slowly.
Roderick was sweating on his forehead as he tried to control Him, as if he couldn't hold on.
Ping!
The black light between Roderick's fingers exploded, he groaned and staggered back.
Rafa chuckled, and after breaking free from the control, his movements returned to normal. With his fingers, he gently picked out the shadows of four bullets from a passing scene, stuck them between his fingers, and flicked them with one finger.
Bang! !
The four bullets made a terrifying loud noise, cut through the air waves, and flew towards Roderick, Mona, Noah, and Rosa.
"!!"
Roderick was unable to resist, and watched helplessly as the yellow projectiles flew towards him like cannonballs, eventually blasting through his chest.
He spurted out blood with a loud sound and flew backwards.
After several roars, Meng Na was also hit by the projectile, and her left arm was directly blown to pieces. She rolled and fell in the corner, and was buried by countless gravel and dust.
Rosa waved out the silver mist, inhaling the two incoming bullets and disappearing without a trace.
Noah stood up holding on to the wall, bulging muscles all over his body, rolled up his sleeves, and was ready to go up and fight Rafa. But he was stopped by his sister the next second. Rosa turned her head and whispered:
"Noah, don't be impulsive."
"But sister..."
A scream came, interrupting Noah's words.
The bone key in Rafa's hand seemed to be a living thing, squirming in his palm. Rodrick struggled painfully on the ground, and within a moment, he became as stiff as a statue.
On the wall, a portrait of him appeared, a cold man in black with a high collar, and the name of the painting was "The Silence of the Empire".
At the same time, among the six paintings behind Rafa's head, the painting of the woman's back that originally contained [Moon Faction Sequence 9 - Psychic Medium] was replaced by Roderick.
"Well, although it's a bit worse, this is all we can do..."
Rafa groaned and looked up at Rosa.
"I don't have much time, so I'll deal with you first." (End of Chapter)