Chapter 115 05: Unknown (Fifth update)
[Storm] This ability has its limits. Even if Shiraishihang arranged several parasites in the nearby sea area in advance, he would not be able to create such a large range. Dark clouds.
So the more important thing is to rely on the ability of [artifact].
Create unscientific illusions that can deceive the naked eye and equipment.
Coupled with the ability of the storm to blow some wind and rain, all five senses are arranged, and the atmosphere is set in place.
Those in the crowd who couldn't help but tremble were proof of this.
“Tristan William, head of the Intelligence Section of the Special Incident Countermeasures Bureau, I have checked a lot of information about the Paladins, but they all seem to be buried in the dust of history, and I can’t tell the true from the false. If possible, can you tell me a little bit about it? I may have information that you are interested in.”
Although William didn’t understand the character of this “Owen”, he learned about it from him. Based on some information, I felt that he was not a serious and rigid person, so he said it in an attitude of exchanging benefits.
Shiraishi shook his head and refused: "Our past can't bring you anything, and you have some kind of suspicious power."
William's smile froze: "It's suspicious. Yes?”
Bai Shihang didn't speak anymore, he just raised his head and stared at the rolling black clouds, his expression gradually becoming serious.
William also followed his gaze, as if the sky covered by black clouds was gradually letting in some light, and he could vaguely see the scene in it.
But this doesn’t seem to be good news.
The dense clouds were surging blackly, and quietly, a slender strange hand made of black clouds and mist appeared, seemingly waving in the direction of the holy mountain unconsciously.
The second, the third, the sixth
Like dominoes blooming on all sides, spreading from dots, countless strange hands of cloud and mist seem to poke out from above the clouds, like dying people trying their best to get close to the Holy Mountain, the only life-saving medicine. .
Whether it is the devout believers on the holy mountain or the frightened residents in the small town, even the audience who is lying on the screen and who knows how many mountains and rivers are apart are all excited by this terrifying and weird scene.
“OMG!”
“Turn it off! Turn it all off!”
“O Virgin Mary.”
"The doomsday is coming, haha, I know! I am the Death Knight!"
Riots occur in every family watching TV or live broadcast. Those who have faith are trapped in confusion and fear, and those who have no faith, It was difficult to breathe. Those strange hands seemed to be holding the screen, strangling their throats, making them unable to say a word.
What's more, because of excessive fright, he directly covered his heart and slowly stretched out his arms, trying to catch something, but failed to catch anything. He slowly fell to the ground, frightening everyone. People rushed to call ambulances.
In the city, the sound of flutes continues to spread.
On the coast, the blonde female reporter's legs were shaking uncontrollably, and liquid was even slowly flowing down from her feet, but no one could see clearly in the darkness.
".The top of their heads is like the arms of demons. They are struggling to do something to the holy mountain, but I firmly believe that under the light of the Lord, all evil will be annihilated."
< br>The female reporter bent over and vibratoed, trying hard to give the audience confidence and also give herself confidence.
But the black cameraman’s hands were shaking so much that even the anti-shake effect couldn’t suppress his body, which was like a cramp.
"Come on!" The black cameraman gave the newcomer a look. Who knows how the newcomer could see the black cameraman's face clearly in such a dim scene. Anyway, he did take over the equipment and tried hard to maintain it. Videography.
The black cameraman was relieved and couldn't wait to take something out of his pocket. He didn't care about dropping a lot, avoided the wind and rain, lit it, lowered his head and sucked hard, mumbling something that only he could understand. With these words, I forced myself not to look up at the sky that no longer looked like the sky.
What kind of hell scroll is that?
Holy Mountain, finally some believers could not bear the pressure and had an emotional breakdown. But William was well prepared and cooperated with the Pope's people to move the collapsed believers to the monastery and hand them over to a priest for comfort.
After bringing another believer into the monastery, William discovered that the originally bright sky above the Holy Mountain seemed to be stained with a hint of haze. At a slow speed, the brightness gradually became brighter. reduce.
The dark wind is getting fiercer, and the world is like the underworld. Every drop of rain seems to extinguish the fire of one's soul, making people feel desperate.
Brand's recitation also progressed to the Sutra of Mercy.
“Lord, please have mercy!”
“God, please have mercy!”
Brand and the believers chanted loudly, as if Use this to overcome your fears.
But no matter how hard they tried, the sky above the Holy Mountain was still inevitable, slowly sliding into darkness.
The chanting gradually subsided, and the commotion continued to expand among the crowd.
The hand of the black cloud has crossed the boundary of the city wall, squeezing the space bit by bit, squeezing
No one knows, if even the last bit of light disappears, what will happen Something terrible happened.
At this moment, the holy relic behind Brand trembled.
Pastor Brand just woke up from a dream. He hurriedly took out the severed angel's arm wrapped behind his back, placed it on the table, uncovered the white cloth, and saw that it was emitting a faint white light.
He stabilized his mind and continued chanting.
“Lord, please have mercy on me!”
“God, please have mercy on me!”
With the appearance of the angel’s broken arm, the believers nearby also I regained a little confidence and prayed for God's light in a more pious tone.
The light of the broken arm is controlled by Shiraishi Hang. After all, as a marker, he can make his own abilities reflected in it.
"It turns out that it really has something to do with faith, but what's the use of it?"
Bai Shihang felt one after another very weak power flowing into the broken arm, but he couldn't use it, so he It's like missing some kind of "tool".
Forget it, as a hamster party, players who are bound to have a bunch of unused treasures and props in their backpacks after clearing the game. Whether the things are heavy or not is another matter. I must store them. Maybe one day Has it come in handy?
The white light of the broken arm seems to echo the sound of prayer. The louder the chanting, the brighter the white light becomes.
A breath of peace soothed the restless and fearful souls, and everyone felt a sacred baptism, like being reborn.
The sound of chanting was so concentrated that it even reached the other side, suppressed by the sound of wind and rain.
The blonde female reporter quickly and excitedly asked the cameraman to zoom in to the Holy Mountain. In the shaky picture, she still insisted that the audience in front of the TV could see the Holy Mountain that was about to be swallowed up by darkness. Among them, a bright light slowly rose into the sky. It was crystal clear and seemed to make people feel comfortable just looking at it.
As the holy relics took off, the strange arms under the black clouds seemed to have seen something extraordinary, and began to twist and wave more frequently. They were densely packed, and the sky was occupied by an infinitely long centipede. Same.
“The devil is retreating, the devil is fearful! Everyone, please offer your most devout faith and prayers! Thousands of years ago, the angel Michael killed Satan. Two months ago, he destroyed Satan. Freedom is like the devil, but today - you will be able to defeat this bluffing temptation! Believers, brothers and sisters, stick to your heart and believe that justice will prevail! God will prevail! Glory, dispel the darkness, come to the world!"
Brand looked at the various expressions on people's faces, opened his hands, and made a hoarse and solemn declaration.
His chicken blood was effective, and even the old man in the wheelchair stood up excitedly.
In mid-air, the originally faint glimmer of light suddenly erupted into a huge ray of light, once again dispelling the haze on the holy mountain, letting the sunshine spread on everyone's face.
(End of this chapter)