Chapter 2251: Fanatical holy group

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At first, Paul was standing there listening to the pastor's story with a mop in his hand, but as he listened, he was moved by the great ideals of his ancestors and the heroes of the Order, and fell on one knee.

Look at the dark and crazy Gotham now! God is right! The Order is also right!

Purify the world with holy light and flames? What a great goal! If the Wayne family had complied with the agreement, everyone must be living better now, right? Gotham will become heaven on earth, right?

Just listening to it makes people fascinated, as if the pain in the body is gone.

Yes, it is so amazing, he can no longer feel the pain in his body, and his whole person is sublimated.

At this moment, he finally felt the warmth of the holy light. It turned out that God allowed him to live and suffer not because his atonement was not enough, but because he had only killed hundreds of thousands of heretics before and did not complete his work at all!

In the past, I always felt that it was a mistake, and the purification mission was abandoned for decades, and his cancer must be a urging from the Lord.

Now he is sober and understands, so the pain is gone, it must be so.

In fact, he still suffered from the lack of education, otherwise he should know that with a little bit of common sense, this is just the secretion of adrenaline due to excessive excitement, which temporarily shields the pain.

But the priest nodded seriously, and put his hand on the shoulder of his old friend:

"Yes, let, you finally understand your duty and see my lord's intentions. Are you still willing to fight for his glory? Purify all the heathens and fallen ones, and take back the city that should belong to us ?"

Jean Paul nodded solemnly, he felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and he naturally wanted to walk the path of his ancestors and continue to serve for the Order.

Because when he was displaced and starved, it was this church that gave him shelter, and in his ears, the previous story was no longer told to him by the priest, but from the will of God.

Well, in fact, cancer cells spread and invaded the brain from the bones. After adding some brain supplements, he believed in that story because it was an oracle.

"I will do my best for the glory of the Lord!"

Paul stood up, his eyes flushed and his nostrils blasted, as if he wished to crush the despicable Wayne family to powder right away.

However, he also knows that with his bare hands, it may be difficult to deal with the richest man in Gotham. This requires a rigorous plan.

So he forced himself to calm down again, but God's urging came again. He felt that his body began to hurt. He could only kneel and pray to the cross, praying that the master would give him some more time.

"Please wait for me."

The priest chuckled. He had observed Jean Paul for several years. He watched his paranoia and cancer become more and more serious, so that now his belief in religion has overwhelmed everything. He knew that today this half city is frozen. , In a doomsday environment, this old man will only rely more on God.

As a special envoy of the Order, he was well prepared.

I saw him fluttering back to the preparation room in black, and soon brought a sharp sword, as well as some old people.

There were males and females, but the youngest were all at least sixty years old. They were fully armed, with automatic rifles and various weapons in their hands, and looked at Paul with fanatical eyes.

"Our Knights made a special trip from Sardinia." The priest introduced these'Paladins' with a smile, and his tone was full of pride: "They have experienced battles and have extremely strong beliefs, and they have slaughtered countless infidels in the Middle East. From today on, they will be under your command, even if they launch a suicide mission, they will not frown."

Paul looked at the Cavaliers in admiration, and the old men and women nodded with a smile, proving that the priest was right.

Among them, there was an old man who was handsome and stood up in the general's belly. He patted his chest and exclaimed excitedly: "For the glory of the Lord! I...cough cough! Hiccup!"

Perhaps he was shooting too hard, his entire face instantly turned pale, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his legs fell down as soon as he weakened.

When the people around him reacted to help, Paul found that this respectable knight was out of breath.

But the silence lasted only for a short while, and soon everyone except Paul clapped. They slapped the bodies of their comrades with envy, and the priest also said with a touch of emotion:

"This is really great! Your piety has been approved by the Lord. Our Lord has taken this holy warrior to his kingdom. As long as you complete his mission, everyone will ascend to heaven!"

The old men and old ladies burst into a strong fighting spirit, and the sound of the weapon being loaded "clicked", they shouted the battle cry containing the holy name, poured holy water on their heads, and were always ready to go to the battlefield. Purify evil.

Paul's head was not clear at first, but it was quickly affected in this environment, and tears filled his eyes with excitement. He stood up and took the sword in the priest's hand, waiting for further instructions.

"This sword is the saber of your ancestor Bakar. Saint John personally blessed it and hopes you can accomplish his unfinished mission."

The priest looked serious, as if he was holding some rare treasure, and put the ordinary steel assembly line cold weapon in Paul's hand. Apart from the golden holy image and the sword jaw, the cost should be about five dollars.

But lunatics don't care about those.

Paul solemnly took the sword. Although as a modern soldier he prefers to use firearms, how could a Paladin without a sword?

He drew the weapon out of the scabbard. Although UU read www.uukanshu.com, he didn't understand, but he inserted it back in a snap, and praised:

"Good sword!"

There was an imperceptible smile on the priest’s face, but it flashed away. He just coughed and nodded: "We must first eradicate the source of Gotham’s evil, **** Bruce Wayne, the descendant of the traitor and the usurper. ."

"Kill Wayne! Kill Wayne!"

The old people raised their weapons and cheered, and the shouts of killing in the church echoed back and forth.

"Kill Bruce Wayne." Paul moved his neck. He picked up an automatic rifle brought by the old men and loaded it up: "Follow my lord's will. The despicable traitor will be exposed to the flames of hell. punishment."

The priest who has achieved the goal is ready to slip away. The paladins are good. There is basically no need for pre-war mobilization, and their morale is available.

However, in order to go through the process, I still have to say a few words, or it seems that I have not contributed, and what I know above is not good:

"God said:'I have come to the world as light, so that whoever believes in me should not live in the darkness.' My lord has ordered us to purify Gotham, and his will will be done in Gotham and in his The country is like walking in the sky!"

"Amen!"

The crowd responded with a slam, and the frenzied atmosphere took another step.

It is true, and it will be. This is the meaning of the word ‘Amen’.

But at this time, an ignorant person coughed a few times, and a weird voice came from not far away.

"I haven't said these things, it's not me, don't talk nonsense, all nonsense!"

The believers present immediately took up their weapons and listened to it.

I saw that the God on the cross had his head bowed and his eyes closed and suffering, but now he opened his eyes and looked at them impatiently...