St. Will was still barehanded, but his originally skinny body suddenly swelled up, turning into a muscular demon in the blink of an eye.
His speed was actually much faster than Ricelius's. His fists, which were suffused with intense blazing light, continuously bombarded Swinburne's body, who could not react in time. In an instant, the fist shadows that were like lightning exploded him.
At the same time, every piece of flesh and drop of blood began to proliferate. In just a few seconds, it turned into a blood cloud made of flesh and blood in the sky above Rome. Ricaillou's eyes twitched when he saw this.
Because it was too smelly and disgusting!
A layer of Holy Light Barrier wrapped around her, isolating her from all smells.
Sizzle---
The Holy Sword Durandre's light grew brighter and brighter, purifying the filthy flesh that was constantly emerging.
"Damn it! How many lives did this bastard kill to collect so much flesh?”
Even with Ricelius 'mental state, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Every time she purified a part, more flesh and blood would appear.
And Swinburne was hiding in this blood cloud. If the blood cloud was not dealt with, the blood rain would undoubtedly pollute the entire outer Urban area of Rome.
Originally, Ricilius had planned to finish off Swinburne as soon as possible before dealing with the giant palm of flesh and blood. Now, he could only give up.
"Miss Richardson, I'm not good at purification spells. I'll leave this blood cloud to you. I'll deal with that bloody palm first.”
St. Will said via secret sound transmission.
"Sir Saintwill, please be careful! The flesh palm was the core of this sacrifice.”
"Haha! As an ascetic, I'm not afraid of danger.”
After saying that, St. Will's body turned violent as he charged towards the palm of flesh that was fusing with the blood river.
"I will never allow…anyone…to destroy Rome!”
His body, which had experienced endless pain and suffering, was completely awakened at this moment. His blood vessels were like dragons under his smooth and tough skin, and there seemed to be a terrifying power hidden in them.
With an unrivaled aura, Saint-Will's body instantly turned into a white streak of light and collided with the palm of flesh and blood.
Behind him was a large faint black mark. This lead monk had actually torn through space with his own physical strength.
Bang!
An earth-shattering sound erupted. With St. Will and the flesh palm as the center, layers of white airwaves spread in all directions, even affecting the Roman Urban area below.
Kacha! Kacha!
The transparent blood-red barrier covering the surface of the flesh palm spread out like ripples under St. Will's attack. All kinds of dense and complicated patterns appeared on it, as if it contained the most fundamental laws of the world.
Then, it shattered like glass. The moment it fell, it turned into nothingness and disappeared into the air.
Swinburne, who was hiding in the dark, almost saw this scene and almost widened his eyes.
If someone had told him that someone could break through the nomological barrier with their physical strength, he would definitely have twisted the head of this person who dared to joke with him and stuffed it into the toilet without hesitation.
But now, he saw the reality that was almost impossible to happen.
Compared to more than a hundred years ago, St. Will had become even more terrifying. Fortunately, he had prepared for more than a hundred years. Otherwise, if he had rushed to Rome to take revenge, he would have been beaten up by this perverted fellow.
At this time, Joan also brought a few high-level nuns with the Holy Church's divine artifacts to Richardson's side, surrounded by a group of high-level ascetics.
"My Lord is here!"
Joan of Arc summoned a silver-white holy flag and waved it as she shouted.
Boundless white light burst out from the holy flag. The black and stinky flesh instantly turned into wisps of black gas and finally disappeared under the illumination of the holy light.
"Messiah! May the Lord bless the souls of every innocent life who died tragically to rest in peace!”
Seeing this scene, Joan subconsciously closed her eyes. Her body burst out with even more dazzling light as she prayed in grief.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The True Cross and the Sacred Beetle, under the urging of many high-level nuns, also erupted with the power of Holy Light that was not inferior to Joan of Arc.
Under the combined purification of the Holy See's Divine Weapon and Jade of Arc, the blood cloud was decreasing at a visible rate. It seemed that it would be completely purified in a few minutes.
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