C833 Red Robed Sect Master Dead
C833 Red Robed Sect Master Dead
Qin Lang glanced at the two old bishops. They were just two Two Star Golden Core powerhouses. Furthermore, their auras were very weak. It was obvious that they were about to die. If they continued to hide, they might live for another few decades. However, once he came out, he would get angry. He must not have encountered the sense of impending doom. They would not come out either.
"Immortal Dongfang, if you continue to speak rudely to the Gods, we won't be polite."
How could Cardinal Sykov tolerate Qin Lang insulting the Holy Son again and again? He immediately shouted angrily.
"That red-robed archbishop of yours has already died under my hands, so there's no need to be afraid of two more Golden Core warriors like you."
Qin Lang snorted and pushed his hands forward. Two huge palms pressed down on the two archbishops' chests.
"Not good!"
Sikov's expression darkened. He hurriedly raised a silver scepter in his hand. The other archbishop also raised the golden scepter in his hand.
Unfortunately, before the two of them could finish chanting their incantations, they were struck heavily at the same time. The two bodies were sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing into the church door. The ancient mahogany door was smashed into pieces!
"Oh my god, he actually defeated the two archbishops!"
"It was a single palm, and he knocked down the two archbishops with a single palm!"
"My Lord, God, what kind of demon is this person!?"
One by one, the priests ran with all their might, crying and screaming. They were afraid that Qin Lang would see them and their lives would disappear completely.
Qin Lang took another step forward and walked forward.
When he walked past the huge cross sculpture, a ray of light flashed through the broken church door. A knight wearing knight armor and holding a lance stepped out.
Behind him, there were also knights wearing silver armor. There were a total of twelve knights, divided into two rows, standing at the church door.
"What a bold sinner! How dare you charge into the God Lord! Hurry up and kneel down!"
The leading knight pointed his spear at Qin Lang and shouted.
"It's the Knights of the Round Table!"
"There are Knights of the Round Table in our cathedral!"
"Aren't Knights of the Round Table the Guardians of Britain? Why would he appear here?"
Several priests shouted in shock.
"A hundred years ago, the Holy Son and the Holy Spirit captured two hundred thousand soldiers of the Empire. Among them, there were twelve Knights of the Round Table. These Knights of the Round Table are all loyal to my Lord!"
Those who understood history hurriedly shouted.
"My God, they are actually still alive!"
Cries of alarm rang out.
The Knights of the Round Table were known as the most loyal knights. Even they had betrayed their country and became the believers of the God. What else could the God not deal with?
"It's just twelve souls that cannot be seen in the light. In our China, they have a collective name - - Ghost!"
Qin Lang chuckled. "One move is enough to kill you all!"
The souls of the twelve Knights of the Round Table formed the guards of the cathedral. They lined up in a row and their aura was overwhelming.
Countless priests waited in silence. The many believers who had been confident in the hidden power of the cathedral earlier were no longer as imposing as before. All of them looked at Qin Lang and Fairy Zitao nervously.
These two men and women, who were obviously from the east, were actually so valiant. In their hearts, they were like the bishops of the gods. Even the archbishops were so vulnerable. This completely overturned the memories and beliefs that had been passed down for hundreds of years in their hearts.
At this moment, many of the priests in the cathedral were already very worried about the Knights of the Twelve Round Table.
"Can they stop this devil?"
"My Lord, the devil has awakened. The God Lord has yet to appear, and the spokesperson of the God has already died. God Lord, have you seen this tragic scene?"
"Evil has descended upon our church. Why must they punish us like this?"
The priests lowered their heads silently and looked at the ground beneath their feet. They looked forward to the God's salvation, hoping that the Knights of the Round Table could stop Qin Lang's footsteps.
"Hahaha, you still want to stop me? Today, I will surpass all of you!"
Qin Lang raised his hand, and a Heaven-Burning Purple Flame was ignited.
The Heaven-Burning Flame specialized in burning the divine soul. Even a Divine level expert with a physical body would not be able to withstand the burning of the Heaven-Burning Flame, let alone these twelve Divine Soul Knights who did not have physical bodies to hide them.
"Knights, charge!"
The leading Knights of the Round Table raised the round spear in their hands and charged fearlessly at the purple flames in front of them. They thought that they could destroy the purple flame with their armor, but they did not expect their heavy boots to fall. However, the purple flame melted in an instant!
"Ah..."
The silver-armored knight in the lead let out a sharp cry. His spiritual energy instantly condensed into a solid form. Like a huge net, it blotted out the sky and covered the earth as it rushed towards Qin Lang.
"Eh?"
Qin Lang was surprised for a moment. "There's still one left! Your spiritual energy is not bad!"
That's right. Out of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, other than the Silver Armored Knight in the lead, eleven of them had been burned away by the Burning Sky Purple Flame. Only the leader of the Knights of the Round Table was left.
The spiritual energy of the Knights of the Round Table in the lead was extremely condensed and strong. It had almost surpassed the realm of ghosts and gods.
"But even so, so what? Destroy!"
Qin Lang condensed a long sword with his divine sense and instantly cut open the spiritual net around him.
"Can we catch this ghost?"
Fairy Zitao suddenly opened her mouth.
Fairy Zitao was a little regretful the moment she opened her mouth. She just remembered that it seemed like it was her first time meeting Qin Lang. How could she be so familiar with him to the extent of asking for things from others in such a short period of time?
"You want it?"
Qin Lang was also stunned when he heard Fairy Zitao's words. The sword in his hand slightly tilted and fell from the side of the silver-armored knight. It barely brushed past the silver-armored knight's cloak and almost cut the silver-armored knight alive.
"I, I have a Holy Artifact. I don't have a weapon spirit!"
Fairy Zitao lowered her head and said in embarrassment.
"Hahaha, as long as you speak, I will pluck this sun for you to play with as a ball. A mere ghost is nothing!"
Qin Lang laughed willfully. He stretched out his hand and directly grabbed towards the silver-armored knight.
"You..."
Fairy Zitao wanted to say something but stopped herself. She saw Qin Lang reaching out his hand to grab the knight. She was a little regretful. What if she did not grab it and got hurt again? Fairy Zitao did not even know why she cared so much about Qin Lang, but this kind of concern was real.
At the moment when Fairy Zitao was in a trance, in Qin Lang's palm... A container made of divine sense appeared and directly absorbed the silver-armored knight. It turned into a soul light ball and floated up and down in Qin Lang's palm.
"This is for you!"
Qin Lang flicked his palm away. Within that layer of golden divine sense, a pure silver knight's divine soul floated up and down.
"This is? Divine Soul Sphere? You actually have such ability? Condensing the divine soul is a secret technique of some superior sects. Could it be that you're from a superior sect?"