Chapter 9: Bloody Killing of the Holy See (Part 2)

On the ground, Duke Joseph looked at Grand Duke Gasol.

"I said, these little guys are quite powerful, we have to be careful and don't make any mistakes."

"Hmph, don't worry, we haven't shown all our strength yet." Grand Duke Gasol grinned: "In a moment, it's these little guys' turn to beg for mercy."

The twelve black bishops ignored the rumors of the two blood tribe dukes, and suddenly sang together: "The Lord said that there should be light in this world, so there will be light in this world. Blessings, God's purification!"

"Bang--" Twelve holy columns of light shot into the air and then exploded violently. In an instant, the sky was filled with dazzling holy light, invading like the wind and burning like fire, as if it was to ruthlessly destroy all heretic creatures.

"Be careful." Duke Joseph roared: "The coldest ground!"

"Boom--" A huge bunch of cold and evil black wind spurted out from Duke Joseph's whole body and attacked the twelve bishops. Wherever they passed, the earth was frozen and alive.

"The power of super curses - the Netherworld Blood-Devouring Wind!" Grand Duke Gasol also sacrificed his powerful spiritual power and shot out a black blood-light gust, storming everything and devouring everything to sweep forward.

In an instant, "Boom--Crack--..." A continuous loud bang exploded in the middle of the formations of both sides. White light, black light, blood light, and three strange lights interlaced fiercely, and clashed wildly.

For a moment, the earth shook, and the powerful shock waves rolled across the corner, like a violent devil, wherever they passed, everything was destroyed.

This time Ouyang Xuan couldn't stay on the tree. With a loud "click", the hiding tree was torn to pieces and could only jump to the ground and appear on the battlefield.

Suddenly, both sides of the enemy and us were stunned.

...

In the sky, Prince Tumon and Cardinal Manstein glared at each other and were preparing for a more fierce second round of confrontation.

"'Corpse Hand'?" Suddenly, Manstein raised his eyebrows.

"No," Prince Tumon nodded, and the dark magic secretly increased sharply.

Manstein's pupils contracted a little. He had heard of the power of the "Corpse Hand", which was the second most dangerous person among the thirteen holy weapons of the blood clan.

"It seems that the Duke seems to have understood all the secrets of the 'corpse hand'." Manstein asked calmly.

"That's of course, so today you can't escape death." In fact, Prince Tumon learned at most 70% of the secrets of the Blood Hand, but this did not prevent him from raising the banner and scaring people.

"Oh, I heard that those who understand all the secrets of the 'Corpse Hand' can have the ability to control the world. Today, I want to see it." Manstein was reluctant to believe it.

Because, for thousands of years, no blood clan has successfully understood the entire secret of "Corpse Hand".

"Hmph, then, let's go to see your despicable God." Prince Tumon shouted loudly: "The ultimate secret of the blood clan comes from Cain's last power and sorrow - Cain's resentment!"

In an instant, blood lights of "Cain's left hand" burst out in the sky, as if a blood-colored torch emitted a burning light.

For a moment, all kinds of terrible auras such as evil, evil, terror, curse, despair quickly gathered. The sky was covered with blood, like dark clouds rolling, with an amazing pressure.

When Manstein saw that something was wrong, he quickly took out his unique skill: "The power to destroy all heresy - the Judgment of God!"

"Boom--" With a loud bang, a huge holy light sword light burst into the sky from the ancient Mahatma sword.

With Manstein's silence, the Holy Sword Malei slashed fiercely at Prince Tumon with the domineering Holy Light Sword.

For a moment, the huge broken space formed a rapid rolling thunder, as if even the sky was shattered by this domineering attack.

"Go, the power from the ancestor." Prince Tumon began to fight back.

"Crack--" The blood light in the sky seemed to be a huge blood flower blooming, instantly turning into thousands of blood arrows and shooting towards the Holy Light Sword. The huge power seemed to be falling from the sky.

"Boom----" In the sky, two forces with completely restrained aura finally collided with each other. In an instant, the sky and the earth trembled, the starlight extinct, and the huge power turned into thousands of thunders, and the flash rolled in the sky.

For a moment, the shock waves rolled and roared, surging like a continuous sea tide.

"Amen, where is the Lord and I?" Seeing that the situation was not good, Manstein quickly placed the Mahatma sword in front of his chest and chanted a long sentence.

"Bang--" A bright holy light overflowed from the Mahatma sword and quickly wrapped Manstein's whole body.

The surging shock waves came to the crowd, and although they aroused countless brilliant fireworks, they could not hurt Manstein at all. This is the strength of the Archbishop in the Cardinal.

Prince Tumeng stood under the blood, and the blood was burning like thousands of fish and dragons dancing, blocking all attacks.

In an instant, the wind was clear and the Archbishop of the Cardinal in Cardinal and Prince Tumon were all exhausted, but they were still unharmed.

On the ground.

Duke Gasol and Duke Joseph looked at Ouyang Xuan abruptly, but did not take action for a while.

The twelve black-clothed bishop was stunned when he looked at Ouyang Xuan, wondering why an oriental man suddenly appeared here.

Ouyang Xuan stretched easily: "It's my turn to appear so soon, it's so boring."

The Duke of Gasol and Joseph shrugged, knowing that there was nothing to play with.

A black-clad bishop stepped forward and shouted, "Hey, are you Japanese? Chinese? Get out of here quickly, this is not the place you stay."

"Haha," Ouyang Xuan smiled, but his tone was a little stern: "If you want to leave, I will take your head and leave."

"Who are you?" The black bishops' expressions changed.

"Duke Joseph, who am I?" Ouyang Xuan looked leisurely.

"You are our master, the only king of the blood clan for thousands of years." Duke Joseph said respectfully.

The King of the Blood Clan? How is it possible? The twelve black bishops all looked incredible.

"Haha, isn't it an accident? It's a pity that you didn't have the chance to tell others." Ouyang Xuan laughed, and a layer of fierce murderous aura appeared on his face.

"Hmph, no matter who you are. Those who help heresy, even the Lord's sinners and traitors, must wash away their sins by death." A black-clad bishop snorted coldly, not taking Ouyang Xuan seriously.

"Very good, have the courage." Ouyang Xuan laughed: "I will make you die like a man later."

"Peng——" The powerful aura ejaculated from Ouyang Xuan. Although it was an invisible force, it seemed to cover the entire world in an instant, forming a scorching and amazing sense of oppression.

For a moment, even the air around the battlefield disappeared into an extremely unsettling red, terrifying.

Suddenly, the twelve black bishops were shocked: this power is simply terrifying as the pope. Who is this oriental?

"Go. The sky fire that destroys everything—" With a long roar, Ouyang Xuan shook his arms.

"Boom--" A swelling of flames spurted out from Ouyang Xuan's forehead, forming a huge 'fire dragon' that roared into the sky.

"I understand, he is China's 'Vulcan God'!" A black-clad bishop suddenly reacted and roared in horror.

"Hahaha, I know too late." Ouyang Xuan laughed, and with a thought, the giant dragon in the air spewed out a burning flame, spreading open, as if even the heaven and earth were swallowed up and rushed towards the twelve black-clothed bishops.

"Let the array quickly. The verdict of God——" the twelve black-clad bishops screamed in horror, with a crazy expression on their faces, and used their strongest skills.

"Bang--" Twelve powerful holy light columns pierced into the air and instantly gathered into a huge light sword.

This lightsaber emits dazzling holy light, sacred and burning. With a clear and distant sound, this lightsaber slashed at the air under the powerful thrust of the "Judgment of God"!

"Boom--" The huge lightsaber pierced into the dragon's body with a blow, but it seemed like a meat bun hitting a dog, leaving no return. With a loud surging sound, the holy light traces in the sky were gone.

"Roar—" The giant dragon extinguished the lightsaber raised his head and pounced again, then swallowed the twelve black bishops in one go.

"Boom--" A thick flame suddenly ignited on the ground, and the twelve black-clad bishops melted as soon as they pounced on them, and they had turned into scorching ashes.

"Awesome". Gasol and Duke Joseph couldn't help but exclaim.

Ouyang Xuan held his head in the sky, and in the bright stars, a holy light and a holy light were still confronting each other, and there was no difference in the victory or defeat.

There are so many dreams in the night. Ouyang Xuan's heart moved and shouted: "The arrow is coming!"

"Bang--" With a violent tremor, the fiery red figure of the "Sun Shooting God Bow" appeared on Ouyang's hands.

"Swoosh--" A red feathered arrow shot out as fast as lightning, as violent as a dragon, burning the whole body of flames and attacking Archbishop Manstein in mid-air.

Cardinal Manstein, who was playing against Prince Tumon, suddenly felt a terrible force coming from under him like a flash of lightning. When he looked down, his face changed drastically.

"Who is sneak attacking?" Manstein shouted and slashed in the air with one sword: "Cross Light, Mahatma Sword!"

"Crack--" A huge cross-shaped sword light slashed in the sky, as if a dazzling comet fell from the universe, and the power of the sound moved the world.

"Boom--" In an instant, the cross sword light collided with the red feather arrow, shattering violently like a cloud explosion, and two terrifying waterfalls of light burst out from top to bottom.

In time and space, the sky is filled with fire, and a snake dances in a scattered manner.

"Defend it." Manstein was delighted.

Suddenly, a gloomy and weird sneer exploded in the air: "Cain's wrath! Go and die, God's lackey."

"Boom--" There was a loud bang in the sky, and 'Cain's left hand' grew in the wind, turning into a huge palm print, and then he smashed Manstein with a palm.

Manstein raised his head and was so scared that his face looked like earth, because he had no time to gather the holy power through chanting.

"Bang--" A scream was heard in the ear cage, and 'Cain's left hand' hit Manstein with a palm.

For a moment, the blood was bursting with a sound of thunder. It was a pity that a huge Archbishop of Manstein was also wiped out by this heavy blow.

In the sky, a brilliant flash fell rapidly, but it seemed lonely and helpless.

"Bang--" The Holy Mahatma sword pierced into the black soil in front of Ouyang Xuan, and the sword tail trembled slightly.

The light and shadow flashed, and Prince Tumeng fell from the sky, his six huge blood wings closed, and he bent respectfully: "Thank you, Master, for your help."

"No need to thank you." Ouyang Xuan waved his hand and stepped forward to pull up the Mahatma sword: "It is indeed a holy weapon blessed by the Pope."

Suddenly, several "crown-shaped" fireworks exploded in the distant sky, which were particularly eye-catching in the thick night.

"Master, there are people from the Holy See who are coming, and there are still a lot of people. What should I do?" Prince Tumon changed color a little.

Ouyang Xuan thought for a while and said, "Now, our main goal is to seize the authority of the Dark Association. It is not appropriate to have a comprehensive conflict with the Holy See. I believe that if we eliminate Cardinal Manstein, the people of the Holy See will definitely restrain themselves a lot sooner. Let's withdraw."
To be continued...