Republic of China

Chapter 295 Poetry and Sin
A warrior god and a loyal shadow soldier are destroying Western evil spirits in the Yanhuang land. There seems to be no sense of disobedience and everything seems so logical.

Valak, who was finally summoned to 'get some air', tried his best to no avail.

There are a lot of evil gods and demons in the West, and there are even more if you include folk teachings. They are somewhat similar to the wild gods worshiped in the Yanhuang Temple.

The Seventy-Two Pillars of Solomon are relatively well-known, but apart from the top ten, the rest are just that.

According to the records of medieval demonologist John Will, if Solomon's seventy-two pillars of demons want to be summoned into the world, the process is like an equation and must be absolutely rigorous. Any error in any step will bring different results.

Miraculously, after these evil gods and demons are summoned, their strength can theoretically continue to increase, provided that human blood sacrifices are required. The more blood sacrifices, the stronger the power.

The ten missionaries who were willing to commit suicide as nourishment are the best example. Coupled with the strange black gem sacrificed by the missionary in white, Varak's strength increased several times.

But the more this happens, the more it becomes clear how arrogant Zhao Sanyuan is now!

Be true to your word and stand up for one-on-one fights!

The Martial God Dharma Phantasm provoked the phantom of Valak, and then slammed it down with the spear. The two-headed dragon struggled violently, but now it was closer to wailing than before.

The pattern of the magic circle on the outside of the ground could no longer bear the load and gradually collapsed. The black flames almost disappeared, and the rolling black quicksand began to bite back.

Zhao Sanyuan stepped on a dragon head continuously, and the God of War, Dharma Prime, also gave up using the magic spear, as if he didn't bother to use the weapon anymore, and stepped on the two-headed dragon with his boots as big as a millstone, giving him a good feedback from stepping on shit.

Boom——Boom——Boom——

Adhering to the principle of focusing on big bricks and flying them, you can hit them as hard as you want. Why do I need to twist and turn when I have already turned it on so hard?

The miserable Valak's shadow became increasingly faint, and his entire body was forcibly stepped into the black quicksand, as if it was about to swallow everything.

Little did they know how horrified Comrade Lao Wa and the missionary in white were at this scene.

Even if they do not belong to the same sect, for hundreds of years you have called me a heretic and I have called you a heretic. You have said that you are God first, and I have said that I am an orthodox sect. However, no matter how much they criticize each other, the three major Christian sects have reached the same goal by different paths. will change, so they all know how to deal with evil gods and demons.

If you want to defeat, the most important thing is to command the evil god to send him back to his original place. To put it bluntly, it is a double whammy of hitting and spraying at the same time.

And Zhao Sanyuan used the simplest way to forcefully push back the phantom of Valak. He simply cursed and did not command any Western spells at all, and besides, he didn't know how to do it.

If they hadn't known that the Valak phantom had obtained the power of blood sacrifice, the two of them would have thought it was a little Kara who could be seen everywhere.

It’s so outrageous!
In addition to Valak, who was engaged in a trapped beast fight, the evil spirits summoned by it were also ruthlessly strangled by the loyal soul Yin soldiers one by one. The scene was not to say evenly matched, but at least it was a one-sided crushing game.

The turning point is Xiao Shuanzi's lyrics. Strictly speaking, it is the purest and clearest power of piety, which cannot be shaken even if the world collapses and the earth collapses.

The wind blew sand and howled all over the field.

All the evil spirits that had not been killed were thrown into the black quicksand. No matter how they struggled, it was of no avail. Valak's phantom was even more exhausted and tried to bite the ankle of the Martial God. However, the dragon's head was punched. Completely smashed.

The inverted cross at the top of the church, symbolizing evil, collapsed.

The moon is seen through the clouds, and the starry sky is bright.

The loyal soul Yin soldiers opened their arms to the sky and gradually turned into nothingness.

After the dust finally fell to the ground, the lawn was still so lush and green, as if nothing had happened, but the scorch marks from the burning magic circle remained in the lower layer of the soil.

Zhao Sanyuan slowly turned his head, followed closely by the Martial God Faxiang.

puff-

Even after being glanced at, Kong Xia collapsed instantly and became incontinent on the spot.

When facing an invincible opponent, the human spirit will be very fragile. Not counting the Martial God's appearance, Kong Xia always felt that it was not a simple phantom, but a real Martial God descending to earth.

Years of experience quickly locked four big words in her mind.

Summon all the gods!

Only by summoning all the gods can we explain all this!
This kid is actually a descendant of the Three Emperors Sect!

In this case, wouldn't the blind old man who appeared at the Shimen sub-altar be the legendary Jian Jue Mo Wenshan?

For the current situation, if you can't reason out, you are really mentally retarded.

I was so frightened that my heart almost jumped out of my throat.

It turned out that the new disciples whom I had favored had a ridiculously large background. It was ridiculous that I was trying to make a big cake for others. If I had known this, the master of the Shimen branch would not have wanted it. It was obvious that these people had obtained the information about the Shimen secret meeting in advance and transferred over. Ruining things.

But the broken ship is a broken ship, and it is too late to say anything now.

The only good thing is that I still have the last trump card in my hand.

The boy was obviously here to save the child. As long as he continued to be held hostage, he would have a chance to escape.

"Don't! Don't come here! Otherwise——"

Before she finished speaking, Kong Xia's head suddenly fell back, and a large amount of blood burst out from her face!
Zhao Sanyuan loosened his sword finger, panted heavily, and used the state of summoning all the gods to forcefully fire the third Three Emperors Sword, the ultimate limit.

When the enemy is destroyed and the crisis is resolved, it stands to reason that the state of summoning the gods should be released as soon as possible.

No.

Zhao Sanyuan has no way of dispersing.

He dragged his injured leg and walked forward step by step, the God of War was inseparable and his steps were firm.

More than a dozen steps away, Xiao Shuanzi stared blankly at all this, his young yet tough mind undergoing earth-shaking changes.

In front of him, the third uncle's body was as majestic and tall as that of the mighty God of War.

"How about I tell you that Zhao Zilong is my brother? Have you brought him to see you?"

Zhao Sanyuan wiped the tears on Xiao Shuanzi's face with his tattered sleeves, and tied the 'white cloak' tied behind his back around him.

".If nothing happens, I will let him go first. What else does he have to worry about?"

Even though he was dizzy and exhausted, Zhao Sanyuan's mouth was still so hard. His body couldn't bear to keep silent.

Without waiting for Xiao Shuanzi's reply, Zhao Sanyuan made a secret to disperse the magic, and the martial spirit magic phase dissipated like smoke from bottom to top.

I don't know if it was an illusion or a dazzle, but before the Martial God's appearance was about to disappear completely, I saw a smile on his heroic face, and he followed Zhao Sanyuan's actions and winked at Xiao Shuanzi.

"Third, Third Uncle! Zhao Zilong seems to be smiling at me!" "We'll tell you later if you want to smile or not. You help Third Uncle pick up the pancakes on the ground first. I'm going to starve to death."

Sitting on the ground, Zhao Sanyuan seemed to have just been fished out of the water. He was sweating like rain and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

He said he was hungry, but in fact he couldn't feel hunger at all now. He wanted to eat the cake to stay awake. There was no master or brothers around him. If he fainted, something would really happen in the end.

There's nothing wrong with him intellectually, but he's a little too cautious emotionally.

Comrade Lao Wa not only gave the greatest respect to his Eastern friends, but also admired Zhao Sanyuan's strength and temperament.

Although he didn't know what the cost of summoning the martial god's Dharma was, looking at Zhao Sanyuan's current state, he knew it would definitely be uncomfortable. However, he chose to hold on for dozens of seconds longer to let the child admire the power of the Dharma at close range.

How can this kind of poetic sentiment not make people’s blood boil?

In Walter's words, you are so romantic!
On the European continent, it would definitely drive those young girls and young wives surrounded by fantasy knights into madness.

"Lao Wa, bring me that shriveled calf. Didn't the sun never set just now? My dear nephew, please find me a wooden stick, preferably one with thorns."

It seems that the people who were targeted by classmate Xiao Zhao, except for Qi Sihai, Lao Deng, all ended well, and obviously the missionary in white was no exception.

"@#￥!&%*!!!"

The missionary in white wailed like a ghost, howled like a wolf, and squealed so much that he was so frightened that big snot bubbles spurted out from his nose.

Different writing and languages ​​are one of the reasons that hinder the common progress of mankind, but at this juncture, how can the missionary in white not know that he is going to be bad? Especially after seeing Zhao Sanyuan's ferocious smile and the barbed stick picked up by Xiao Shuanzi, he was immediately frightened to death. He knelt down and hugged Walter's legs.

"Mr. Zhao, I understand your attitude and your position even more, but I have a merciless request. This man has betrayed his faith and fallen. I should escort him to the concession port and hand him over to the Protestant church for trial. Believe me, he will definitely get the punishment he deserves and will never tolerate it."

Walter's polite tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and he regarded Zhao Sanyuan as a friend and was not willing to see him kill the missionary in white with his own hands. Once the matter was revealed, the consequences would be disastrous.

A young man from Yanhuang killed a foreigner, a foreigner from the British Empire, and a missionary leader with extraterritorial powers. No one could protect him if the trouble got bigger. The Yanhuang side would do anything to calm the trouble.

Take Dashuai Zhang for example. He is now pro-Eastern and sparing the West. How many European and American forces want to give Zhang Dashuai eye drops, but Xiao Dongyang is poking at him, and no one dares to take advantage of him. But he has such a big handle to kill Western missionaries, how can he do it? Not a God-given opportunity?
Even if he is Zhang Dashuai's biological father, he will cut off his head with his own hands to appease his anger and minimize the losses before the foreigners attack.

It was different when it was Walter. He was also a foreigner. Although the country he supported was not as powerful as Great Britain, he was of high status. First of all, he was born in the Weimar Republic, that is, a German aristocrat. No matter whether he was in poverty or not. , anyway, the background is still there, and it has joined Romania, which is founded on the inheritance of Roman orthodoxy. It is known as a small power in Eastern Europe, not to mention the status of a high-level priest of the Orthodox monasticism.

He killed the missionary in white, and the Yanhuang side could only enjoy the show without taking any blame.

Zhao Sanyuan wiped the sweat from his face and said doubtfully: "I remember you told me about the general situation of Western sects. Generally speaking, you are an Eastern sect and he is a Protestant. They belong to two different departments. Even if you meet each other on the same road, Or whatever, it’s not your turn to deal with the corruption of Protestant believers, right?”

Walter looked at the preacher in white who was crying and howling underneath him, and then sighed deeply.

"Yes, if they really violate the dogma, they will handle it internally, but Mr. Zhao, this small church is not the only one serving the devil. This is just the tentacles on the surface. They have no idea how shocking the corruption that started here is. "Protestant, I am called to dispel darkness."

I can still understand the first half, but then I start to get weird again.

Vocation?

How do I know what a vocation is?
Zhao Sanyuan racked his brains and could only understand that it was similar to a dream.

This reason alone cannot change Zhao Sanyuan's determination, but he must give Lao Wa face no matter what.

"Hearing is false and seeing is believing. What exactly is the evil you are talking about?"

Walter picked up the missionary in white and said something to him. How dare the latter disobey him and hurriedly led the way to the back of the church.

Xiao Shuanzi supported his third uncle and followed slowly.

With my third uncle here, I am not afraid anywhere.

After walking for about five minutes, we came to an open space surrounded by an iron fence. It should be about half an acre in size.

The missionary in white stopped, pointed to the ground, and then curled his neck as far away from Zhao Sanyuan as possible. Now Walter was his last life-saving talisman.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Sanyuan looked at the plains in confusion. There were many bright flowers blooming on the ground, and there was nothing strange about them.

Walter made a sign of the cross in front of him as a salute, and replied in an extremely heavy voice: "There are corpses buried under here."

"Whose body?"

"Poor Yanhuang child."

Zhao Sanyuan frowned and had a very bad feeling. He suddenly remembered what his master had said and vaguely guessed something, but he didn't want to believe it at all.

He hurried forward and grabbed Walter's collar and asked in a deep voice: "Yanhuang's children? Whose children? How many are there?"

"This place was not only used for missionary work, but also a childcare center was established. The death rate has been extremely high in the two years since the day it was completed. This cultist does not know the specific number. What is certain is that at least four hundred people are buried under the land in front of you. The body of a child”

Before Walter could finish speaking, Zhao Sanyuan rushed forward like crazy and dug the soil with his hands.

Once upon a time, he was also an orphan. If it were not for his master's upbringing and teaching, he would have died a long time ago. Although he was too young to remember at that time, he had experienced the loneliness and sadness of being without a father and mother too many times.

Therefore, Zhao Sanyuan has instinctive empathy for orphans who also come from poor families.

Now when I heard that there were more than 400 orphan corpses buried down there, it was like a bolt from the blue.

More than four hundred!
On average, one person dies in less than two days!
He doesn't believe it!

The cruelty came much faster than expected, and Zhao Sanyuan didn't even need to dig deeper. He suddenly trembled all over.

A piece of pale white material was exposed in the still moist soil.

Skeletons!

The burial was so shallow, it couldn't be considered a burial at all, at most it was a hasty burial!
The more Zhao Sanyuan digs, the more powerless he becomes. He who has never shed tears has already soaked the soil with his tears, because the ruthless appearance of the world shows that Walter is not exaggerating. This is the bone burial ground. Some bones have not completely rotted, and the young and tender bodies can be clearly seen. Facial features.

“Old Wa”

Walter behind him understood what Zhao Sanyuan wanted to ask. At this point, there was no need to hide it anymore.

The facts are not complicated. Just as Mo Wenshan once said outside the porridge shop, many so-called charities are flesh-and-blood interests covered in a glamorous appearance. It is hard to imagine what kind of torture the orphans sent here have endured. This is still buried. The older ones here have already fallen down many times. God knows whether they are alive or dead.

Zhao Sanyuan gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress his anger. He turned around and pinched the white-clothed missionary's neck, but Lao Wa couldn't stop him at all.

"Tell me! Is there anyone alive?"

(End of this chapter)