My little country

"bad!"

"Your Excellency, Willis' troops have appeared on both sides of the street!"

"Damn it, those veterans usually took so much money from us and didn't even tell us the news!"

Several senior clergymen of the true god Baal sect blushed and their voices were loud and loud.

Everyone can hear a trace of fear hidden in it.

They are just a group of gods, and they are still very afraid of guns and guns facing mortals.

"Keep the door, whatever the cost!"

The chief replied, wrapped his cloak and black robe tightly, put on the beak mask, bowed his head and walked into the stairs leading to the dungeon with a few cronies.

Several senior clergymen bowed their heads in response.

They dare not refrain. As managers close to the chief, each of them has undergone implantation operations, and there is a remotely controlled poison needle near the heart.

This is also a guarantee for the nobles of the true god Barr.

Not so, those secret and dark rituals, which noble person is not afraid of being sold by these clergymen?

"It's time for devout believers to sacrifice for God."

A clergyman with blond hair watched the chief and others disappear in the corridor, then slowly raised his head and said:

"Issue an order to let all of us lurking in action!"

"All for the true God!"

"For the true God!"

In the dim and narrow corridor, there was a burst of tingling praise.

Fanatics of the true god Baal sect, which is located in the periphery, have taken holy water.

They believe that this is the extraordinary water that comes from the real god's kingdom, which can allow them to temporarily obtain the blessing of divine power, so as to better eliminate those heretics that blaspheme the true god.

According to what the true god spokesperson said to them, the more heretics eliminated in the state of divine power, the more enjoyment they can get after their souls return to the kingdom of the true god after death.

The true god Baal sect is much more generous than other sects in boasting after death.

For these enthusiasts, they promised that, except for the endless fine wines and delicacies, and the luxurious palace, everyone can be assigned to three hundred male servants who are free to give instructions and three hundred most considerate and beautiful maids.

Moreover, the number of three hundred is only the bottom line, and there is no ceiling, and believers never have to worry about the sorrowful problem of a white-headed old man. The true god Baal has the authority to make people happy, and he will not treat his followers badly.

After these enthusiasts drank the so-called holy water, they did have hallucinations soon.

They felt that their whole body seemed to be burning, but they didn't feel pain at all. Instead, they felt that they were being watched by God.

The prayers of the true god Baal, which had been heard countless times, came in my ears.

At the same time, I feel energetic, and that aspect is also bulging.

Such a vision undoubtedly made these fanatic believers more pious and excited.

They don't know that these visions actually originate not from mystery, but from science.

It is a combination of psychological cues and illegal psychostimulants for a long time.

But such an easy-to-use method was not invented by the true god Baer.

It was first used by the Assassin Group to cultivate dead men in the mountains.

The old man in the mountain was not as good as modern medicine at that time.

So they had to use more psychological knowledge by tricks, such as deliberately letting the dead man to be nurtured unconscious, and then awakening him in a specially built palace, sending a beautiful maid to serve him and telling him This is the place where the true god bestows devout warriors.

After allowing the dead man to enjoy the gentleness and comfort he could never think of in his life, he was then unconscious and then transferred back to the training ground like hell in comparison.

How can a dead man who has experienced this kind of experience and been trained all the time fail to serve his life, or even go to death generously?

After all, for these dead men, death is not the end, but the beginning of a good life!

Relying on modern science and technology in the research of psychopharmaceuticals.

For the True God Barr sect, thanks to the development of science and technology, it saves even the investment in this aspect in training dead men.

On the street, the roof horn of the slowly approaching armored vehicle just made a sound.

I couldn't finish the first sentence.

I heard the people in black robes guarding the door suddenly shouting:

"For the true God!"

"Get rid of these heretics that blaspheme the true god!"

Immediately, the people in black robes took out various rifles and fired at the convoy.

"Are these guys crazy?"

The front-line commander didn't panic when he saw this scene. The equipment levels of both sides were not on the same level. He immediately ordered the suppression of these lunatics.

Bang bang bang!

The grenade launcher installed on the roof of the car ejected tear gas, and at the same time the rubber bullets around it were fired out as if they were free of money.

The small half block was overwhelmed by this fire in an instant.

If it is a normal riot madman.

Under such firepower, the army would have been defeated long ago.

However, this time it was different.

The explosion-proof soldiers hiding behind the armored vehicle were surprised to see a man covered in black cloth with red eyes. He rushed out without fear of death, and lifted his robes to reveal the detonator tied inside.

"God!"

The explosion-proof soldiers retreated together.

boom!

After a loud noise, the explosion did not happen.

The snipers assigned by Commander Willis foresight rescued these people.

After realizing that something was wrong, the commander took the lead to order live fire.

A sniper noticed the black-robed man rushing over.

After seeing the action of the opponent lifting the robe, the sniper who had been on the battlefield instinctively pulled the trigger.

The heavy sniper rifle was fired in consideration of the possibility of extraordinary existence.

The power is naturally not as gentle as in the movie.

Under the sniper rifle.

The black-robed believer disappeared from his waist.

Only one lower body remained intact, shaking on the ground.

With this gunshot.

Booming voices kept flowing all around.

The front-line commander saw that the guy who was not torn apart under the sniper rifle got up again, and he was a little relieved.

It seems that those lunatics are still in the normal human category.

No monsters appeared.

During this period, riots also occurred in other places in Willis City, which seemed to be caused by the same people.

However, with Willis determined, this commotion could not stop the frontline commander.

Within three minutes before and after, the entrance to the dungeon had been swept away and brought into official control.

at the same time.

In the dungeon, the chief knelt in a room full of mysterious lines, chanting aloud the incantation about the black mass from the Book of the High Dead and Hell.

During the whole process, the chief relied solely on memory, and there was nothing wrong with the various obscure old sayings in it.

I have to say that to be the chief of the true god Baal sect, this god stick also has real abilities.

The ghost dragons sent by Xiao Yu had already rushed to the scene. Seeing that the other party was so sincere, Xiao Yu didn't mind giving him a little response or expectation.

Following a ghost dragon slowly emerged from the ground.

The temperature of the entire water prison room suddenly dropped.

The chief and the clergy shivered with cold.

"It works! It works!"

The chief was ecstatic in his heart, and quickly raised his head to stare at the overlapping six-pointed star pictures and texts painted on the wall, and sang loudly.

Ghost Dragon cooperated with a sound amplification technique and a diffusion ripple technique.

In an instant.

The chief's curse in the dungeon was full of trembling sounds, not only resounding through the dungeon, but also through the concrete, resounding over the city of Willis!

The Archon who was watching the live broadcast of the front line in the Willis mansion suddenly twitched his ears a few times.

He frowned:

"What's the matter, why did I hear someone singing in the room?"

"No, it's not singing, it's more like singing a spell..."

"The spell? I heard it too, the sound is malfunctioning? We are the command room here!"

As soon as the ruling official's voice fell, the secretary beside him stood up and called in surprise.

He thought that there was a problem with the stereo, which was not without precedent.

It was just that soon he knew that it was not just them, the entire city of Willis heard the singing.

Soon more reports came, and the source of the sound was the water prison.

After analyzing the voice information, the analysis of the big database revealed that it turned out to be the voice of the chief bishop of the true god Baal sect!

To be able to do this, there is no doubt that the chief bishop must be extraordinary!

"Hi... Is that sect really extraordinary?"

"It doesn't matter, even if there is one at the moment, you have to rely on the weak and extraordinary forces of the Black Mass!"

"We can't make the wrong response when the Holy Lord's City Heresy Judgment is about to come!"

The consul gritted his teeth and made a decision:

"Let the frontline troops attack! Interrupt their ceremony!"

"Yes!"

The frontline commander also quickly ordered.

Suddenly, with a bang, a large number of tear gas and flash bombs were ejected into the water cell.

Several priests guarding the corridor were hit by these bullets immediately, and fell directly to the ground without magical damage.

The smoke and flashes were blocked by a gray film as they spread to the water cell.

This is naturally the credit of the ghost dragon.

But in the eyes of the clergy inside, this is the chief's ability!

Their belief in the true god Baal suddenly became extremely religious.

And deeply confessed that after becoming a high-level man, he even had doubts about his faith.

The chief knew in his heart that he actually didn't do anything.

He guessed in his heart that this had something to do with the Black Mass, and it was done by the predecessors who arranged the Black Mass.

However, as a good god stick, such a thing naturally pretends to be the best for oneself.

"Balala, Balala, Bala, Bala, Balawu Aksai!"

The chief opened his arms and chanted the last mantra.

Then he looked at the six-pointed star on the wall expectantly.

One second, two seconds, several seconds passed.

Under the chief's seemingly calm expression, a heart was raised:

"What's the matter, why is there no response?"

"Is there something wrong with the second half of the spell?"

The chief did not dare to suspect that there was a problem with the black mass ritual, and he inclined to use the spell.

After all, the earliest version of the Book of Summoning was burned long ago.

Even if he exhausted his resources and manpower, most of what he got was the version recorded by later generations.

There are many contradictions and conflicts among them.

The Chief Jean was very distressed, and finally chose to memorize them all.

But in the final choice of which version, the chief still used the version of the author from Britain.

Because the British author was the most maddened in his piety to demons, the kind of author who really contributed the meaning of life to demonology.

Compared with the hanged Alchemist so and so, the burnt to death left by the sorcerer, this one is more like a person favored by the devil.

The possibility of obtaining true demon knowledge is undoubtedly greater!

But now it seems that I chose the wrong one?

What should I do next?

Sing another mantra?

Bless the hell lord, I hope that the Black Mass will not have the same limit on the number of wrong input as the bank password!

When the chief was entangled in his heart, he planned to choose a certain version of the black witch.

A Willis soldier wearing a gas mask and heavily armed appeared outside the door.

These soldiers saw several people kneeling in the water jail, and they were all surprised that they were not affected by the smoke.

Subsequently, the automatic rifles in the hands of several soldiers fired and spewed out of flames.

Happiness!

The bullet hit the film, blooming flowers like roses.

At the same time, the entire water cell secret room seemed to be stimulated, and suddenly black light was emitted.

It made everyone feel dark before their eyes, and then went blind for a while.

After the extreme darkness.

The green six-pointed star became the only light source in the darkness.

In everyone's ears, whispers like a banshee sounded.

"All the storming teams have lost contact!"

"Their life equipment shows that they are all in a coma!"

"Something must have happened underground just now!"

"Could it be that the Black Mass was successful?"

The front-line commander thought of this, and suddenly stood up, hesitating whether to pretend to be in a coma at this time, or to have a heart attack?

Either way, this frontline can't stay!

Just when everyone in the command car slapped their claws.

Suddenly, the Holy Light shone on this narrow space.

A vague figure suddenly appeared beside the frontline commander, and a gentle male voice came:

"Don't worry, even if the Black Mass is successful, there will still be the Holy Lord blessing Willis City."

"There is also the power of the Spear of Killing God to guard us!"

"Praise the Lord, may everything be as He wishes."

"May everything be quiet under the Spear of Killing God."

The front-line commander calmed down and drew a cross salute to the figure respectfully.

Then he asked quietly:

"Your Excellency, are you a priest from the City of the Holy Lord?"

"Yes."

The fuzzy figure responded calmly:

"My name is Matthias, a judge from heresy court."

"I will uphold the power of the Spear of Killing God and eliminate all evil!"

The voice of the blurred figure is generous and powerful.

Hear the term heresy court.

But everyone in the workshop had a heartbeat.

Even without personal experience.

As a neighbor of the city of the Holy Lord.

Due to various considerations, Willis City left a lot of related black materials.

The terrifying story of the heretical judge, these neighbors can't be too familiar with it.

This is why, in the year of the Olympic Games in ancient Athens, the city of the Holy Lord lost a treasure, so there were times when priests embroidered with golden and red lines intersecting gods robe appeared on the street.

At that time, public opinion in Europa would suddenly react so much.

All are scared!