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Chapter 32 Trident

Yevasus indeed gained extraordinary power through the unique rituals of the Demon Truth Church.

But this does not mean that he can let these steel warheads hit the body like raindrops while the bullets are shuttled.

Even if Bonsolf was shot, he would feel the biting pain and had to force the bullet out of his body.

Yevasus was too blind to obey Bonsolf's request, which was enough for the police and agents to shoot out the bullets inside the pistol.

Even if you gain extraordinary power, you cannot die.

But almost all the bullets were blown away, and Yevasus lay motionless on the ground.

This forced the KGB agents to sigh that the other party was such a monster.

Bonsolf climbed behind the sculpture of the Son Meda, his back was tightly against the wall, his legs were at a right angle of 90 degrees between his waist.

He kicked his feet hard on the back of the statue of the Saint Meda, kicking the huge sculpture directly. This is why Bonsolf's power is several times greater than that of ordinary people.

The ancient sculpture of the Holy Son Meda has been around since the church was built, but now it has become a piece of broken stone.

The broken Meda sculpture head rolled forward a few times, which made the KGB agents very confused.

Now the outside of this place is surrounded by agents from the Novosibirsk KGB branch and local police forces. Bonsolf destroyed a sculpture, which does not mean that he can run out.

"Wait... what if you don't shoot first? It's more valuable to catch me than to kill me. If you want to break me down for research... then one of my brothers is already lying on the ground." Bonsolf walked forward halfway up.

His words calmed the KGB people very much.

This is indeed the case. Even though Bonsolf is marked as the highest level of dangerous target in the mission, the other party can only choose to be captured to survive.

Bonsolf advanced with his feet on the stones on the ground, his eyes paying attention to the ground, and at the same time he was feeling the induction of the call of objects in the stones.

Finally he stopped at the broken chest of the sculpture of the Holy Son Meda and said to them with a smile.

"I lost my best brother today, I was so angry that I wanted to break your neck all of you, and I wanted to do that next!"

Bonsolf bent down quickly, his hands shattering the huge fragments of the stone in his chest.

The scarlet object inside was revealed.

The air was immediately filled with a strong smell of blood.

It was like the blood bank of hell that opened the gate and rushed by.

The KGB agent subconsciously shot and penetrated the other party's shoulder blade, but Bonsolf pulled out the things inside with his left hand.

It was a scarlet trident with mysterious words engraved on it like hell.

The bloody smell is so strong that it makes people want to retching, and it is accompanied by a pungent scent of sulfur.

Bonsolf held the trident in his hand, and at this moment he was like a devil crawling out of hell.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, as if the monster in his hand was controlling his mind.

Then his anger began to be amplified, and the trident was inserted heavily on the ground of the church of St. Alexander Nevsky.

The hard and smooth marble ground instantly shattered like a spider web, and the trident shone with red light, as if transporting magma to the ground.

The cracks on the ground emitted high temperature and fire, and there seemed to be a layer of magma flowing below, or the essence of hell is below.

"ah!!!!!"

Bonsolf held the trident in his hand tightly, and inserted the weapon in his hand into the ground, as if he had directly hurt the earth.

The huge force flowed through Bonsolf's body, all of which came from the weapons in his hands.

Anger, difference, hatred and other negative factors are about to fill Bonsolf's head.

He knew he was not worthy of possessing the weapon, but the trident allowed Bonsolf to take it and find a truly suitable master.

The devil...or the descendant of an ancient higher demon.

Bonsolf thought of responding to his voice during his previous prayers, and the other party told him that he had this weapon in the cathedral, so he asked him to take it.

Now it is to let Bonsolf, who is in Novosibirsk, take this weapon away and bring it to him.

Is all this a coincidence? Or the mission given to him by the devil, Bonsolf believes more that it should be the latter.

The KGB people and police officers were swallowed by the cracks on the ground. This towering St. Alexander Nevsky Church, the most famous church building in Novosibirsk, was as fragile as a piece of chocolate under the ravage of the evil forces of the trident.

It collapsed with a bang.

Among the ruins, only Bonsolf stood there, the trident and the devil's response at the beginning made Bonsolf think that he was carrying a great mission at this moment.

So the Trident will tell Bonsolf where his destination will be.

‘New York, USA’!

He held the devil's weapon tightly, and he passed the rubble of the ruins. After the ancient building collapsed, it turned into a pile of wreckage without any objection.

The people in the square ran and scattered, but they did not choose to escape, but looked at the evil-filled people, with a big red fork like a trident of the sea god.

A cruel scarlet flashed in Bonsolf's eyes, and he felt that the humanity he once had was gradually disappearing.

On the square, this religious-style square also has white angel sculptures erected around it, but everything in front of you and the crowd around you made Bonsolf feel very disgusted.

"Salvation for the demon!!!"

He shouted, and the trident in his hand penetrated into the ground again...

Novosibirsk at 7 o'clock in the afternoon...

A very serious explosion of underground natural gas pipelines occurred in the square in front of St. Alexander Nevsky's Church.

At that time, the people gathered in the square were at a peak of intensive times, and the death toll was not counted yet, but this serious report had been placed on the desks of the Prime Minister and the President.

The ancient building, St. Alexander Nevsky's Church, also became a pile of ruins.

Although the government's explanation was that the underground natural gas pipeline exploded, no natural gas company dared to take this responsibility, and the local people were not fools, and there were no natural gas pipelines under the square.

Is the government really unable to find a suitable reason?

Even if it is the terrorist, how many bombs can create such a terrifying explosion scene?

The entire square was lifted up and turned into a scorched earth.

It was like the flames of hell swept across it.

The number of missing people who can be quickly counted has exceeded 500.

A dedicated reporter found the last shot of the surrounding surveillance equipment through his own channel within 20 minutes.

First, after the church of St. Alexander Nevsky collapsed, a man holding a red trident came out of it, and then the other party inserted the trident into the ground before all this disaster broke out.

And a sharp-eyed person discovered that this man was the guy who was wanted the murderer the day before yesterday, who was killed in Shebalino.

If the investigation continues, the other party will not kill anyone.

No matter how hard the government tries to conceal these things, they can easily be linked by stubborn people's insistence on investigating them. In addition, the current Internet is really too convenient.

Besides, no matter how much the "Watergate" in the United States was concealed, it was useless. In the face of certain facts, two dedicated journalists could make the US president voluntarily resign.

The biggest political scandal in the United States.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, in the Kingdom of Genny.

"What's wrong? Is there something urgent?" Xiufein asked Nanxi, who had just finished the phone with the Queen of England.

The lady may be older and talks rather verbose. One of them is the oldest and the other is the youngest. The difference is too big, but they are both the top two of them at the peak of politics and insist on having an awkward chat.

But Xiu Feien could also hear from the other party's words, wanting the glory of the Holy Lord to shine on English's prayer again.

Xiu Feien felt relaxed about this. Even the queen would become superstitious when various events occurred.

"There is some bad news in Russia, and the diplomats want to pay homage to your Majesty." Nanxi explained to Xiufein.

After succeeding as Pope, Shufein's title was changed from His Highness to His Majesty.

Xiufein frowned. Bonsolf's movements were so fast that even if he didn't go to see the diplomat, Xiufein could guess what would happen.

"Dear Your Majesty!" The Russian diplomat did not have the calmness of communicating with the great priest in the afternoon.

On the contrary, the fat diplomat had cold sweat on his face.

"What happened?" Shufein looked at the other party, with Ceylon Heights black tea in his hand.

The great priest sat on Xiu Feien's left hand, and Nanxi stood on the right.

Although the Russian diplomat wanted to meet Pope Shufien in person, if the other party refused, the diplomat had to return home, but Shufien agreed, which was a kind of grace for the diplomat.

"I...I'm sorry...we're sorry, St. Alexander Nevsky's Church was destroyed!"

The tone of the Russian diplomat was filled with confession, as if he was protecting a treasure from someone else's house, but it was destroyed without protecting it.

Shufein was thinking about how he would be angry or sad when he was supposed to hold a performance, and he might be able to blame the diplomat in anger.

But Nozos next to him whispered, "St. Alexander Nevsky's Church is a majestic church in Novosibirsk with a century-old history. It was the most famous building in Russia at the end of the nineteenth century.

And that church is also the headquarters of the Novosibirsk diocese.”

Shufien looked at Nozos and wrote that he thought he didn't know where the church of St. Alexander Nevsky is famous?
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