Chapter 1515: ?Sectarian War
The blood-red moonlight sprinkled on everyone's head on the battlefield, and the black shadows swayed and fought in an environment that was not too bright. The depths of the dark rainforest became quiet again, like a silent behemoth.
heard the movement of fighting, especially Deadpool and their line against the monster army, the movement was very loud.
It was Diana and Circe, plus a steel frame, and the three of them changed the battlefield to the sky.
Three different blood-colored moon phases, dazzling stars in the dark sky, the bright lights of various colors when the three fight against each other are just like the flash of a camera, and the night is briefly torn apart again and again.
"I will help Diana."
Jessica was about to fly away. At this location near the entrance of the dungeon, the witch boy seemed to have given up resistance after the death knell arrived, and even the casting action was gone.
"Go to Zatanna and help." Su Ming asked the strangulation to tear Jessica off the air, manually adjusted her in a new direction, and patted her back: "It's best not to fight Circe. It can be a human being, it can be a demigod, it can be a demon, even a machine, or a cat. Moru is not safe. I still don't know how much she has been strengthened in the moment of a witch."
"Well, anyway, I want me to stand here, watching my friends fight, I can't do it."
Jessica only remembers that the death knell said that men can’t get close to Circe, and now that it has developed into all mankind, she is really careful...
She raised her head with sympathy and glanced at the two-handed cannon at the steel bone that Circe was bombarding wildly, shook her head regretfully and sighed. The steel bone was expelled from the category of men by the death knell before, and now it's not even a human being. Is it?
"Ugh."
sighed, but that was all. She obediently flew to the line of defense on the side of Deadpool. The familiar omega rays suddenly penetrated the heads of countless skeletons, blowing them into the air and turning them into a handful of white ash.
While the two were talking, Wu Tong just stood quietly, touching the cat with his palms.
Su Ming turned his attention to him again. The witch boy in the past had a melon-hidden head. He originally looked cute, but now he has a different hairstyle, which is the most popular type among medieval missionaries. Religious style of circle hair.
The mercenary smiled, and the godslayer in his hand turned into a big sword: "You don't run? In fact, you can retreat. Although you are a bit naughty sometimes, you are also a friend of the Justice League. If I kill you, afterwards Diana will be unhappy."
"Retreat? Where can I retreat?" Wutong put the cat on his shoulders, and clenched the cross hung on his chest with both hands: "As long as Wuzhen is still underground in New York, I have nowhere to go."
So, Su Ming basically understood that Wutong was still dragged by the fools of Yicheng.
His citizens are all magicians and believers of God.
The incarnations of magic and witchcraft are now walking in the world. They have made a choice between the two, choosing only what they think is right, not the stronger one.
The Puritans have a mentality similar to that of martyrs. Once a matter is recognized, ten cows cannot be brought back.
Wutong is being coerced by public opinion. Others have lived underground for a long time and do not understand the situation, but how could he not know who Circe is?
His implication was that he didn't want to join the witchcraft squad, but the old folks let him join, so he had to come.
The life span of magicians is very long, which means that the number of relatives and friends is unimaginable for mortals. The whole family knelt down and begged him to go to work somewhere. Can he not go?
In addition to family and friendship, the weird order of Wuzhen does not rely on combat power to gain the right to speak, but the degree of Bible study determines the right to speak.
Wu Tong is strong in combat, but he has never read the Bible seriously. Naturally, he is not the opponent of Wuzhen natives in terms of tongue warfare.
He inherited the title of missionary, but did not have the corresponding knowledge, so he could only listen to the people in the city.
Maybe he was speechless, right? Hehe, these people changed the most religious hairstyle to the witch boy in order to send him ‘off the battle’, put on a monk’s dark brown robe, and hung a cross.
It’s like the Crusades, but I don’t know if he promised something like that, ‘I won’t take a bath if I take Jerusalem’.
The death knell glanced at the battle in the sky. It is still stable. Circe activated the field card ‘Three Moon Phase’, but these blood moons currently seem to have no additional effect besides providing shelter to monsters on the ground.
I have to observe again...
He held his big sword on the ground, the metal and the stones that constitute the square made a rubbing sound, the weeds between the bricks were cut off, but no one cared.
The death knell nodded to the witch boy and slapped his lips: "I don't believe in any religion, but I also have some understanding of Puritanism in the United States. It should be the Calvinist sect of the three Catholic Protestant schools? They believe that everything is early. There is an arrangement, it has nothing to do with people’s efforts, and the life goes smoothly. That is because of God’s care, and the life is not smooth. It is because of sin."
Wu Tong was silent for a moment, and nodded hard, looking a bit decadent: "It seems that you and I think this is ridiculous. Obviously, as a magician, as long as you study magic, you can enter'heaven', but they dare not go. , Just underground, make your own rules, and be loyal to that person with your own rules."
"I can see that there is no Christ image on your cross, because the Puritans do not worship idols, but the place where I am puzzled is also here. Since they don't need magic to go to heaven, and they don't want benefits, why did they turn to Circe? ?"
This is what Su Ming is curious about, because logically it doesn’t make sense. The Puritans advocate a simple, impoverished, undesirable life, so now they only need to shrink in the city and guard against them. Why should witches come here? Stir this muddy water?
Clarion smiled bitterly ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and rolled her eyes: "Because Circe promised them that in her successful future, Puritanism will become the only doctrine of God in the world... "
Well, it turned out not for themselves, but for the ‘truth’ and the glory of the Lord, um...
Su Ming also smiled and shook his head: "Sure enough, is heresy more hateful than heretics and unbelievers? Circe is a believer in Hecate, strictly speaking, it is an ancient **** sect, a proper heretic. Ah. But your fellow villagers chose to join her in the holy war in order to deal with other people who play the Bible."
Speaking of it, the conditions given by Circe were really something the Justice League could never give. The woman was really a little clever ghost. Knowing that she couldn't persuade the witch boy, she went to persuade him and put him on the chariot.
"Ah, that's almost the case, now you also understand that this is a religious war, and I am the recommended holy warrior."
Wutong pointed to his current dress, looking a little helpless, but he quickly released the cross, and then raised his hand to open the portal behind him, summoning the sea of tentacles:
"You know everything, I don't want to be like this. But I won't let my relatives down. My personal wishes and tendencies are insignificant compared to everyone's ideals. Let's do it. I need a glorious battle. Holy! Everything belongs to my lord!"
Su Ming took a deep breath and raised the golden sword in his hand. The shadow of the red moon reflected Yuanque on the sword, and he gently exhaled the fragrance:
"MDZZ......"
