Samael stared at the text on the door; this was simply a provocation to him!
"Is he betting that I don't dare to go in..."
Anyone who saw such text would guess that sothing was wrong inside.
If it were before, Samael would definitely scoff at it.
But after fighting with the other party, he deeply appreciated that person's insidiousness.
Therefore, he was extra careful this ti.
"With that kid's style, maybe he has already set up traps at the doorway."
Samael released dark green liquid to investigate the situation under his feet.
Soon, a floor tile caught his attention.
"Seems to have been destroyed beforehand and then pieced together again."
He carefully lifted it open and indeed found a bottle of Holy Water underneath.
"Judging from the quality, it should be three years vintage."
Samael frowned, not expecting the other party to use such good holy artifacts right from the start.
But considering that the person smashed 10-year vintage Holy Water like stones, he was not surprised.
"Then next... is it the entrance?"
Just as Samael took a step, he heard a crash, and then half of his body sank down.
But this was just a small matter; he stabilized his body quickly.
However, the burning sensation coming from under his feet shocked Samael.
"20-year vintage Holy Water!"
He gritted his teeth and hurriedly isolated it with dark green liquid.
It took a while to eliminate all the Holy Power.
"Damn guy, who taught you to set traps like this!"
Samael roared inwardly.
"This vintage span is too large! Is your Church so generous with holy artifacts!"
Aside, Abraham also narrowed his eyes.
Originally, seeing Samael moving slowly, he wanted to lend a hand.
But seeing the other party's wretched appearance at this ti, he imdiately retreated a few steps.
Anyway, this operation was not initiated by him; soone was more anxious than him.
Phew.
Samael adjusted his breathing, trying hard to keep himself calm.
Since obtaining the na "Samael," this was the first ti he had been played to such an extent.
But the evil statue in front of him must be obtained.
Next, Samael experienced what "Frenzied" ant.
Crucifixes on the door fra, Holy Water hidden in flower pots... these were just appetizers.
He actually encountered at least seven magic arrays in a room less than three ters wide.
And they were nested and related to each other; often one array could trigger another.
As long as he was slightly careless, he would be completely trapped inside.
At this mont, Samael really wanted to ask—Is it necessary?
I'm not a real angel; do you need to take it so seriously?
Doesn't setting up these arrays consu Holy Power?
Moreover, this was just a backup plan.
He had always heard that the two factions of the Church were fighting fiercely, and most of the priests below were pedantic and pleasure-seeking.
When did such an anomaly appear!
Wait!
Samael suddenly thought of sothing.
"Could it be that I was unlucky and happened to encounter the place where the other party set up the most rigorous defense?"
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seed.
Otherwise, such a level of Holy Power consumption would at least require a Cardinal to co.
But Samael knew clearly that those guys wouldn't leave the Vatican easily.
"Check other places."
Just as he stepped out, the magic array broken earlier showed signs of recovery.
And this recovery was linked.
When Samael returned to the door, all the magic arrays had been restored.
"Truly troubleso." He gritted his teeth.
A mont later, another stronghold.
Samael left there with a gloomy face.
Next stronghold, the result remained unchanged.
Imdiately after, another stronghold...
Finally, in the passage of the City Hall.
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!"
Samael completely lost his reason!
Dark green liquid wantonly destroyed the surrounding walls but was canceled out by the outer isolation array.
This made him even crazier.
"Cough cough... Ahhh."
Samael panted heavily.
That damn guy! Damn it!
He actually set up complex magic arrays at every stronghold.
At this ti, he had wasted a lot of ti. Even if he got the evil statue, he might not have ti to complete the surgery.
At the sa ti, he had to guard against the Church's support at any ti.
This operation undoubtedly failed!
Blood seeped from the corner of Samael's mouth.
He planned so much, but didn't expect to fail because of an inconspicuous person.
No!
Absolutely cannot fail here!
Ferocity flashed in Samael's eyes.
He hamred his chest violently; every ti he smashed, a strong evil aura would erge from his body.
Abraham narrowed his eyes but did not stop him.
Since Sila had not returned for a long ti, they indeed had to find a way to leave.
A mont later, dark green smoke floated in the passage.
Samael walked out from it.
At this ti, his eyes were red, his hands and feet had sharp claws, and the flesh on his body was congealed together, looking sowhat similar to Sila earlier.
But the difference was that the wings on Samael's back were not fully ford.
"Start the surgery imdiately; I'll go get the evil statue out," he said in a deep voice.
"Hastily completing the removal may lead to poor quality of the 'Skull of Despair'," Abraham said.
But in the next mont, he t Samael's indifferent gaze.
"I understand." Abraham pushed his glasses.
Bang!
Cracks instantly appeared on the ground under Samael's feet. Like a cannonball, he smashed heavily into the room where the evil statue was kept.
Sizzle...
The sound of power collision rang in the air, almost destroying the surrounding terrain.
Dark green liquid flowed from Samael's mouth and nose, and his expression looked extrely painful.
Obviously, such a transformation consud a lot for him.
On the other side, Abraham blew into the empty bottle again.
The polluted clergy mbers all took out plastic bottles, then inverted the bottle openings.
A sharp knife fell out from each.
The sound of sharp blades cutting skin instantly rang out in the passage.
Blood flowed down from the tops of those people's heads, but they felt no pain at all, and even stuffed their hands into the wounds.
Before long, those people fell to the ground.
Abraham had anticipated this.
Without the control of the evil statue, performing surgery was undoubtedly asking those people to commit suicide.
"Hehe, I got it."
At this ti, Samael's voice ca from the room.
He finally broke all the magic arrays and obtained the evil statue.
But before he could examine it carefully, Samael's hands were instantly burned, and even the power after "Pouring" could not be maintained.
He widened his eyes.
Sensing the evil statue—no, at this ti it could even be called a Holy Statue.
The power source inside had long belonged to the Church.
Until this mont, Samael finally realized that all those obstacles before were fake.
Only the evil statue with reversed power was the real trap.
He was destined to fail from the beginning.
But like a clown in a circus, he was played by the opponent's tricks until the end.
"Damn priest!!"
Endless roars rang out in the corridor passage.
Inside the Venue.
"Hey, did you hear soone shouting?" Caroline pricked up her ears.
"Indeed, sounds quite angry." Bent was thoughtful.
Haggai looked strange: "Could it be that those guys ran into a trap?"
William scratched his nose; for so reason, it had been itching since just now.
Now the audience in the venue had all woken up.
William also perford a complete purification ritual for these people.
Aside, Beatrice sized up this priest with strange eyes.
She recalled not long ago.
After destroying the runes behind the seat backs, this priest proposed to check the audience in the venue again.
It was the first ti Beatrice saw such a thorough purification process.
Even a holess person could be called "Pure" after this.
But she agreed with this very much. Evil spirits and demons often buried seeds when people thought they had won.
And then return one day in the future.
Therefore, when dealing with such guys, one cannot relax any vigilance.
"Ti to find them," Haggai said.
Not long ago, he had reversed the largest magic array outside the City Hall.
Now the entire building had no place for evil.
Coupled with the traps set by that William on the periphery, the Wings of Vengeance would find it hard to fly away this ti.
The group soon found the two in the corridor.
At this ti, they were surrounded by the previously unconscious clergy mbers.
But the latter also knew the ans of those two, so no one dared to step forward rashly.
Abraham frowned tightly.
After the first attempt at "Lobotomy," these priests woke up.
This was unbelievable to him.
Unlike ordinary "Fallen Angels," the ntal power of the Empty Man existed thousands of years ago.
It does not exist in the human world and has no form.
Even physical ans cannot reach it at all; only consciousness can rge with it.
Therefore, any soul approaching there will have its "Subjective" will erased.
But such an existence... disappeared.
Abraham had a faint bad feeling.
Judging from these priests, they indeed retrieved their complete souls.
If so, didn't it an all the painstaking efforts over the years were all...
He clenched his fists tightly.
Although it was unclear who did this, Abraham instinctively thought of one person.
In the next mont.
That face appeared in the crowd.
"Bastard!"
Samael wanted to rush up imdiately but hit an invisible barrier.
William was expressionless.
But the people who ca with him looked strange.
They rembered a few minutes ago, this priest walked back and forth in the crowd holding holy artifacts.
Only after everything was arranged did he stand up pretending to be calm.
At this ti, seeing his nesis right in front of him but still unable to touch him.
Samael imdiately released the evil power of his whole body. Dark green liquid raged, and the onlookers retreated one after another.
Only Abraham was in an awkward situation, and was almost accidentally injured several tis.
"We can talk." He pushed his glasses and hurriedly spoke up.
"Longing for 'Life' has no aning; these are just shackles between the body and the spirit."
William's tone was flat, imitating the other party's previous words.
Abraham gritted his teeth secretly.
Although he also wanted to torture and kill this person, he also knew the principle of "bowing under the eaves."
"I know there might have been so misunderstandings before; your people are fine, aren't they?"
"Fine?"
William raised an eyebrow, signaling the corpses on the ground with his eyes.
"Since you do dirty and bloody business, haven't you thought that one day you will end up the sa?"
Abraham narrowed his eyes.
"We can find a quiet place; I know the Church has been probing into certain secrets."
He still tried.
"Your judgnt will naturally be carried out by the Church; the Lord will let you receive due punishnt." William shook his head.
In front of so many people, of course, he couldn't have any "Deal" with the other party.
On the other side, Beatrice and others took out holy artifacts one after another, preparing to imprison these two.
But in the next second.
Everyone present felt extrely strong oppression.
Even Samael was forced to stop his movents.
Bang!
The outer wall was torn open instantly.
William narrowed his eyes, only to see a slender figure floating in the air.
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