It All Starts with the Wizard

On the other side, Anderson is sitting at the table holding the Gospel of the Sun and reading it carefully. This is a habit he has cultivated for a long time. For him, this book not only brings him strength, but also serves as the sustenance of his faith. , He can become one of the few gods of the Suma church, and is inseparable from the gospel of the sun that has accompanied him since his birth.

　　 Although he has already learned the contents of the book thoroughly, every careful study will give him a new understanding of Suma's doctrines, which he enjoys even more.

Just as he was devoutly chanting the doctrine recorded in the gospel of the sun, the vigorous bell suddenly rang through the night sky of Ilott. Even though he lived on the edge of the west of the city, it was still clearly audible, and Anderson's solemn expression There was a hint of displeasure, and the bell interrupted his prayer. In his opinion, it was disrespect to God.

　　 Gently closing the Sun Gospel in his hand, Anderson frowned and came to the window, only to see flames rushing out from every corner of Ilott, even the sky seemed to be dyed red.

The streets were full of chaotic crowds, some of them crying in despair, some running back and forth trying to put out the burning flames, some ragged poor people were holding clubs and hitting some shops, even the little one he lived in. Below the hotel, there seemed to be the sound of the door being hit.

　　 "Stupid and ignorant people, without God's guidance, there is only confusion in your heart."

　　 Anderson put his hands together in a pious expression and put his hands on his forehead. He was praying for the fools below, asking Suma to forgive them for their ignorance.

　　 "All the original sins begin with the knights, and the source force brings you strength and depravity."

Anderson put down his hand and drew the curtains. He did not go down to stop these thugs' thoughts. This is the **** where sin breeds, the kingdom of abandoning the gods. In his opinion, the people here have no value to be saved. What he can do, Just watching them struggle in their sufferings, and attentively experience the pain of not having faith, this is Suma's last mercy and punishment.

When he came to the bathroom, Anderson carefully wiped his hands with water. He was going to continue his unfinished prayer tonight, but before that, the hands that prayed for the sinners must be cleaned before he can pick up the sacred book. .

Shaking off the drops of water on his hand, Anderson habitually took the towel hung on the wall, but he caught it. He looked up suspiciously and saw that the towel was not hung in the original position, but changed. Locations.

A bronze humanoid sculpture wearing a red robe was nailed to the wall, holding a towel in both hands, looking at Anderson with a smile. Judging from the color of the sculpture and the traces on the wall, this ingenious hook is obviously only recent. Replaced.

Anderson didn't care either, but when he reached out to take the towel down, he suddenly stopped. He felt that the face of the sculpture in front of him seemed a little familiar, and he slowly moved his face over and looked at it carefully. The face of the sculpture.

　　 "Archbishop Origen?"

　　 Anderson couldn't believe his eyes. Although the man in front of him was simple in workmanship and was obviously a shoddy, shoddy product under the rush of work, Origen's iconic large chin allowed Anderson to confirm the identity of the sculpture.

　　 Anderson's expression was a bit wrong. He didn't understand why, as one of the most lofty cardinals in the Suma church, apart from the pope, Origen, his sculpture would appear here in such a form.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the toilet. Sure enough, the hanging stand originally used for stacking straw paper was replaced by an identical bronze sculpture, but the face of this sculpture was that of another cardinal- Clement.

　　 Anderson's face turned gloomy. He thought of a stall passing by during the day. There were a lot of bronze sculptures on it. He didn't care about it at first, but now it seems that the role of these sculptures is actually used here.

　　 "Profanity, this is naked blasphemy!"

Anderson immediately wanted to rush downstairs, purify the hateful blasphemous innkeeper with holy flames, and make him repent for his actions. No, this kind of sinner doesn’t even have a chance to repent, he can only go. The abyss is with the dirtiest Eater.

Fortunately, Anderson lives in a small hotel that no one patronizes. If he is fortunate enough to have a look in the superior suite of the most luxurious noble hotel in Ilot, he will be pleasantly surprised to find that in addition to the three cardinals, there are The sculptures of the goddess Suma and Pope Indal are for people to admire, and the quality is much better, and they are almost lifelike.

　　 Just then, the sound of cracking windows came from the living room. Anderson's expression changed. He immediately stopped worrying about the sculpture and turned around and rushed to the living room.

In the living room, a large piece of shattered glass was scattered on the ground, the curtains were blown by the night breeze, and the noise and fire from the outside were reflected in the room. A dark crow was slowly pacing on the desk, and finally Stopped by the Sun Gospel, looked down at the pages of the book spread out on the table.

　　 "Get out of there! Evil! Don't look at it with your dirty eyes!"

　　 Anderson strode to the desk, golden red flames flickered in his eyes, and the air behind him began to be distorted by the heat.

　　The screen crow was frightened, and immediately fluttered its wings from the desk and landed on the window edge. His dark eyes cast a mocking look at Andrew ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and then turned and flew out of the window.

　　 Anderson snorted coldly, walked to the desk and picked up the gospel of the sun. Then he jumped out of his body, followed by jumping out of the window, tracing the trail of the curtain crow leaving, and disappearing into the fire and night.

　　......

　　 Baron Baker’s castle hall was littered with large and small pieces of meat, and there was a disgusting smell of blood everywhere.

　　 The blood completely flooded the floor, and it penetrated the door little by little along the gap in the door, and then was washed away by the wind and rain, leaving no trace.

Angelina's white dress is still spotless, and there is no trace of blood in the area about one meter around. By her side, from time to time, there are phantoms that are difficult to catch with the naked eye and disappear, leaving only in the air. A dark green cut.

　　 Roman still leaned on the door, looking blankly at the gladiators rushing towards Angelina frantically, and then being fragmented by those ghosts in the middle.

In less than five minutes, more than fifty gladiators had been killed or injured, and their deaths did not cause any harm to Angelina, except for adding another stroke to the heavy blood in the hall. He couldn't even make her move one step.

　　Roman was indifferent to this, and continued to wave his hand. The remaining dozen gladiators immediately roared and rushed to Angelina again.

Bull Ampton’s forehead was full of violent blue veins, and blood began to ooze from his eyes and nose because of his mind control, but his body was completely unable to defy Roman’s orders, and could only stride across the slippery meat and blood on the ground. , Roaring and rushing towards the woman.