"Swinburne, you're courting death!”
St. Will's pupils constricted like needles when he saw the tragic situation in the inner Urban area of Rome. His body emitted a dense flame of light, and his figure flashed quickly, rushing in front of Swinburne.
He punched out angrily, and the air was instantly torn apart.
"Hehe! You're the one who's courting death. Flesh Barrier!"
As soon as he finished speaking, endless black flesh and blood surged out from under the black robe, quickly forming a wall of flesh and blood, blocking in front of St. Will.
Chi chi chi!
The white light pierced through the wall of flesh and blood like lightning, and he floated back. His cold and terrifying laughter resounded throughout Rome.
"Kekeke! "Sir Saintwill, don't be in such a hurry. A good show is about to begin. Although some bastard who came out of nowhere killed a portion of my offerings, that's enough.”
According to the plan of the high priest of the Nest of Flesh and Blood, the sacrifice should be held at dusk when light and darkness alternated. That was the most suitable time for the sacrifice.
Sacrifice could also maximize the effect of the sacrifice.
Unfortunately, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. It was ruined by a lunatic who came out of nowhere and actually dropped two elemental fission bombs in Rome.
Damn it! He was simply a lunatic.
Under everyone's horrified gazes, the giant palm of flesh and blood finally began to change. The blood river condensed from all the sacrifices in the neutral street of Rome suddenly rose into the sky.
Richardson, who was in the underground base of the Holy See, saw this scene and stepped out. He tore through space and appeared near the Blood River.
With a flash of white light, a translucent, cross-shaped, symmetrical longsword that seemed to be forged from light crystals appeared in Ricilius 'hand.
The hilt of the sword was golden, and the tip of the sword was embedded with eight small and exquisite milky white gems that emitted a faint glow.
The moment the sword appeared, the smell of blood in the air instantly weakened.
"Holy Sword Durandre!"
"I didn't expect that even the most legendary Red-robed Archbishop in history, Miss Richardson, would appear. I'm truly honored!”
Swinburne sighed pretentiously.
"It's Lord Richardson, we're saved!”
"Lord Richardson has come to save us with the Holy Sword, Durandre.”
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The believers in Rome burst into cheers.
Richardson didn't waste any time. He flicked his wrist, and a sword light flashed. It was just an ordinary sword attack, but Durandre instantly split the blood river into two and even slashed a crack in space.
"Hehe! As long as the sacrificial ritual began, it could not be interrupted. Although Durandre had the ability to cut through space, it was impossible to destroy this blood river.”
" This is the knowledge and power of the great Mother God. It's a power that you believers of false gods will never be able to match…"
Swinburne's tone was fanatical as he proclaimed the greatness of the Fallen Mother Hive in the air. However, this was very uncomfortable for the Church. It was like slapping their faces.
Every clergyman had an extremely angry expression on their faces, wishing they could send this cult leader to the stake.
This was the Eternal City of Rome. There had never been a heretic cult believer who dared to spread the thoughts of an evil god so brazenly.
Before he could finish speaking, the blood river that had been broken into two parts gathered together again and slowly moved toward the giant palm of flesh in the air.
This time, it turned into eight sword lights and divided the blood river into eight sections. However, it was still useless. Even the spatial crack seemed to ignore the blood river and let it pass by.
Ricilius frowned. After two tests, she could tell that the blood river had become a kind of power after passing through the sacrificial circle.
This was a competition purely based on the power of laws, and the existence of the blood river originated from the power of the Fallen Mother Hive. This was the power of laws from a true god-level expert.
With her current demigod realm comprehension of laws, it was simply not enough to destroy this blood river.
If Durandel could recover his full power, it would not be difficult to destroy the blood river. However, it had only been a few decades since the real recovery of Reiki. Durandel had not recovered from the damage he had suffered in the previous era.
Since he couldn't solve the problem, he would deal with the person who caused it.
Ricilius 'eyes turned cold as he sent a secret message to Saintwill. The two of them moved and appeared in front of Swinburne.
Ricelius urged Durandre with all his might, and the legendary Holy Sword instantly burst out with a warm and genial light, hanging in the sky like a small sun.
This holy sword symbolized all the good qualities of human beings. Its previous owner was the first and last holy knight in history, Roland.
After Roland, Richardson was the second person to pick up Durandre again and be recognized as the master of this holy sword.
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