Chapter 1639 ‘The Saint Is Incompetent’

The fact that apostles cannot kill each other is indeed a new concept for most people present.

But, Lord Michel is actually an "apostle"?

Even though Eloreno is in danger and needs to be alert, many people are stunned, as if their brains have become a tangled ball of wool, messy, and they can't find a thread that can make everything clear.

What is an apostle?

Rotus, who caused the loss of more than half of the GBL believers, is an apostle, Diregi, who caused the purple rain from the sky and turned Lesefin and Noipera into a dead place, is an apostle, and Shilok, who is considered to be the source of the Arad mutation, is also an apostle.

And as the Arad continent and the heavens have exchanges and exchanges, the Dragon King who tyrannically ruled the heavens for five hundred years, and Antun who destroyed the Sman base... even Ozma in front of him, they are all apostles.

This word was not very familiar to everyone at the beginning, but now it has almost become a synonym for "evil". Apostles symbolize sin and imply killing.

"Absurd words, Lord Michel has led us to resist the pretenders for a hundred years, brought new revelations, and a way to identify them, how could he be an apostle." Galandis's mind is still clear. As a descendant of Saint Shapiro, she has a deeper understanding of the catastrophic and terrifying extent of the holy war.

If Michel had not descended from the sky and brought new light and revelations, the continent of Arad would have been completely in chaos.

Galandis's rebuke was echoed by many people. History is the best evidence. Things that have happened will not lie. Michel is the savior of that era.

Ozma raised his thick palm. There were some silk threads that could not be seen by the naked eye that bound Michel's body. The apostles could not hurt each other, but there was a difference in strength.

The peak... that man... Ozma shuddered when she thought of it.

In the sight of everyone, Saint Michel stood up shakily. His handsome appearance now looked painful. The erosion from chaos aroused the instinctive resistance of the holy power in his body.

Michelle's palm was glowing, wrapped in rich holy power. He took a divine strike posture, punched through Ozma's left chest with a punch of light, and filthy blood gushed out.

"This...!"

The whole audience was in an uproar. Most people didn't know what was going on. How could Michelle, the saint who was just dying, suddenly kill the Chaos Apostle Ozma with a punch.

"Although I know the influence of the Apostle Law, I can't deceive myself with this strong pain." Ozma slowly pulled out Michelle's arm. The huge blood hole in the lungs vaguely showed that the heart was broken in half.

Immediately, a shocking and horrifying thing happened. This blood hole was the same as the one on Michelle before. It was completely restored in a few breaths, as if it had never appeared.

The best evidence!

Is it really as Ozma said, that apostles cannot hurt each other?

In fact, most people are not fools without IQ, because there is clear historical evidence. Michelle's merits are outstanding and can be compared with the great magician Mar.

But for six hundred years, because the threat of the pretenders has always existed, Michel, the former leader, has been almost "deified" by the clergy and the people. He is a flawless and absolutely righteous existence, a savior sent from heaven, and the dawn of the darkness.

Now, this flawless perfection has a very bad black spot.

Almost everyone's eyes began to have some complexities in addition to respect, and they urgently hoped that Lord Michel could give everyone an explanation, even if it was just one sentence... Join forces to kill Ozma!

It can also strengthen everyone's confidence again and raise the banner of heroic resistance.

"God who was abandoned by me, the gears of fate are so tightly interlocked, is this the price I have to pay." Michel's heart was bitter, pale and weak. He didn't care about being suspected and slandered, but Ozma really couldn't be killed now.

Seeing that Michel just shook his head but couldn't say anything, the hearts of many stunned people sank instantly and became depressed.

"Don't be fooled. What's the status of an apostle? The third apostle, Prey of the Pride, is also the savior of Taibors. He is loved by everyone and silently protects Taibors. Not all apostles are bad. Has Michel ever harmed you?"

In the dark sky of the city of Eloreno, an elf suddenly flew from afar. Alexandra's lavender wings hovered nimbly beside her. Her pure and beautiful appearance added a touch of freshness and brightness to the dark and gloomy sky.

The residents began to doubt the former guardian of the world. Alexandra was too familiar with this situation. The big fox Halbart of the Bright Moon was like this before. She didn't understand why Lord Prey left everyone, so she had resentment.

A fierce blood who knelt respectfully suddenly raised his head and attacked. Behind him, a team of bat-like blood wings spread out. He had the strength of an awakener, which was very impressive. He wanted to rush to the sky to grab Alexandra and kill this tactless troublemaker.

Puff~

A sharp arrow whistled through the air, accurately hitting the eye socket of the fierce blood, piercing it and killing it in the building next to it. Filthy blood flowed out, and the fierce blood struggled for a few times, but died.

As the strongest sharpshooter in Taibors, these guys are not worth mentioning at all.

Although Alexandra worked hard and was timely, the people in the game were confused and most of them didn't listen to her.

Because before entering the black land, everyone was looking forward to seeing the warm smile and resolute figure of Lord Michelle as soon as they entered the door, leading everyone to end the chaos and disasters of hundreds of years.

Now, they suddenly saw with their own eyes that Lord Michelle could not kill Ozma. This was a manifestation of the saint's incompetence, which was very different from the expected perfection, and it also caused the belief that had been held for a long time to seem to collapse.

Asteros was very satisfied with the confused and helpless performance of the clergy. It was time to add more fuel to the fire, burn it cleanly, and completely destroy their weak hearts.

Sometimes, you really don't need a knife to "kill" others.

Eroreno rumbled and shook, and a corner of the edge area instantly burst into a fierce scarlet light column, which was soaring and dazzling, and the whole black land could see it.

And its evil breath made people feel very uncomfortable. Astros was intensifying the blood curse of the black land.

"You know that direction, right? It was the altar that served the God of Light in the Perrus Empire, and was later called... the Red Paradise Altar."

Astros deliberately pretended to be worshipful and said enthusiastically: "The one who gave you power was the God of Light, Remidios, so what does it have to do with him, Michel?"

Wait? !

Yuna couldn't help but widen her eyes. She was actually shocked by this sentence, and even trembled, with a trace of fear.

What a treacherous method!

Saint Michel is generally considered to be the original revelation, the messenger of light of God, and the ancestor of the priests.

But the reality of thinking carefully is that the source of the power of the priests is the reverence and praise for God, not from Michel.

He is a pioneer, but not the source.

The Dark Cult is cleverly stripping off the layers of divine rings on Saint Michel and pouring pots of dirty water on him.

What is left of Michel now... He has won over the Xuzu Anti-Demon Group, led the clergy to resist the Hundred Years of Holy War, and sealed Ozma in another dimension... All these things have suddenly become confusing because of his identity as an apostle.

Dropped from the sky... Three years of growth... He is an apostle... Why does Michel, who is not a native resident of Arad, want to protect Arad?

What is his starting point? Is it really the kindness of the savior, or does he have a more bizarre plan? Do apostles really have "good intentions"?

The seeds of estrangement have been planted, and time will make them germinate and grow, and eventually burst the confused and narrow mind.

The last flame...

Ozma's broad palm grabbed Michel's shoulder, and the power of the apostle surged, half of the city was dyed an evil purple. He was not hurting Michel, but deliberately causing something.

Boom!

Michelle's body also stirred up a strong apostle power, the street was gusting, and the evil purple light bloomed in an instant. The destructive power turned half of the city buildings into collapsed ruins.

Everyone used the barrier to resist with difficulty, but their hearts sank again, and they felt sad. Although the two powers were slightly different, their manifestations were the same... The only difference was the appearance of the users.

"I remember the Village of Pain, Lesifon, Purple Rain, also had this evil color of energy." The eldest prince blurted out, accidentally adding fuel to the fire.