Infinite Dimensional Conquest

"Sure enough, this trip should come!"

Tianchen sighed and stroked the ice wall with his hand. The ice-building hull dissolved and formed a deep passage, and then the whole person slipped.

"The cross shows rejection of viciousness!"

As soon as they appeared, several huge crosses slammed their heads at him.

"Bang-bang-!!!"

Tianchen touched the cross with one hand, flung it away, and embedded it directly in the ice wall.

"Really timely!"

"I haven't seen you for a while..."

On the ground, there were three girls lying on their stomachs.

It was Sister Lucia and Sister Angelina who reported to him last night, as well as Sister Agnes who was stunned by him in the previous book of law incident.

"The heresy of'School City'?"

This was a white man in his forties, dressed in a luxurious saintly robe, and he was almost a nouveau riche.

"You are the executor of this incident. Forget it, I don't want to know your name anymore. The left and right are just small people, cannon fodder."

Tianchen didn't intend to talk nonsense with him, there was no need to waste time.

After all, the rights of the Orthodox Church in Rome are in the hands of the'right seat of the gods', and the pope is just a puppet, let alone a bishop in his district.

Although he was the executor of this incident, it was nothing more than that.

At this time, more than twenty minutes have passed, no matter how dull the Orthodox Church in Rome, it should have been aware of it, maybe reinforcements are already on the way.

"Simon bears the cross of the Son of God!"

A trace of anger flashed in Piageo's eyes, and he raised the small cross in his hand.

"Thorn, thorn--!!!"

Tianchen raised his hand, and the ice wall beside and behind Piageo began to dissolve.

Several ice thorns flew out in an instant, piercing him, and the whole person was suspended in the air. The blood was frozen at the moment of spraying, but there was not much blood.

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The blood-colored ice ridges looked particularly dazzling and strange in this monotonous ice-building cabin, and the huge ice thorns were gradually stained red.

"Ahem--!!!"

A figure more than two meters above the ground, coughing up blood feebly, life has come to an end.

The ice thorn has penetrated several internal organs, and for most people of ordinary physique, it is an absolute fatal injury. It is good luck not to be killed immediately.

At this moment, the mutation happened.

"Om——!!!"

The wound radiated light, and several small magic circles were vaguely constructed.

"Ok?"

"That's it!"

Tian Chen glanced away, and instantly got an insight into his situation at the moment.

It was the technique engraved on his holy robe full of local tyrant's aura. This holy robe was also regarded as an ordinary spiritual outfit, with healing techniques inscribed on it.

...

However, the level is not high.

This kind of fatal damage, unless it is a large-scale ritual magic, generally does not have much effect, and large-scale rituals have no time and no one to help him.

The magic is flowing, slowly repairing the wounds and making up for the huge amount of blood loss, but it is still a drop in the bucket, which can only make him live for a while.

Apart from feeling the fear of life passing for a while and death is approaching, it doesn't make much sense. If it is to wait for rescue, it is too late.

...

"West, Simon... carry..."

Piageo used the healing magic to restore a little bit of vitality, as if returning to the light, struggling to lift the blood-stained cross ornament.

Reading hard, the cross radiated light.

"..."

However, after a long time, the expected effect still did not appear, and the originally arrogant and cunning face looked pale and shocked at this moment.