Women only affect my ability to spread the fire

Sigbert was startled, and as he relaxed his hand, he was hit hard in the chest by the masked man. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

At this moment, Gvogoff, the lackey of the Night Emperor, seized the opportunity and stabbed Sigbert with his sword: "Die! Bastard of the Church!"

Sigbert was severely injured and wanted to mobilize all his strength to defend himself, but he was unable to use any strength for a while. He could only watch the tip of Gvoguff's sword rushing towards him.

Bishop Grein wanted to rescue Sigbert, but after taking one look at the owl who was still controlling the Sword of Holy Light and aiming at the Emperor of Night with a cold expression on his face, he forcibly resisted the urge to help.

Bishop Sigbert was severely injured and isolated. He could only watch the sword tip get closer and closer to him. In desperation, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.

However, the sharp pain of the sword piercing the heart did not come, and was replaced by a crisp slap.

Bishop Sigbert opened his eyes and saw that Gvoguff was slapped and thrown away.

Gvoguff flew backwards, not only spitting out blood from his mouth, but also several teeth spurting out along with the blood. The sword he snatched from the guard also fell to the ground, making a crisp metallic sound.

Sigbert came to his senses at this time, and was surprised to find that it was the masked man who knocked Gvogoff away.

"If I want to kill this Sigbert, I will naturally give the order. Why should you meddle?" The Emperor of the Night stood there proudly with his sleeves flying, and scolded Gvoguff with a disdainful look.

Gvogoff didn't dare to say anything, so he could only nod, covering his face. He was stunned by the sudden slap, and his mind went blank for a moment.

At this time, the Holy Sword of Light and the traps hanging high in the air had been activated and launched an attack towards the masked man.

The masked man's tone grew increasingly irritated. "Well, Grein, Damian, you two, you refused to rescue Sigbert just now when you had the strength to spare. Now, when I came to his rescue, you attacked me? Good! Very good! You don't use your strength on the demon, but instead use it to fight among yourselves!"

The masked man used the voice of Archbishop Cluny, and his accusations were so condescending and patronizing that Bishops Grein and Sigbert subconsciously mistook the masked man for Archbishop Cluny.

Bishop Damian also had the same illusion. If Archbishop Cluny had not personally ordered him to arrest Bishop Grein, he would have mistaken the masked man for Archbishop Cluny.

Seeing Grein and Siegbert in a daze, he quickly shouted, "Don't be intimidated by him! This guy is definitely not the Archbishop of Cluny!"

Sigbert shook his head, blood still smearing the corners of his mouth. "This has nothing to do with me. Firstly, I'm no match for him, and secondly, he just saved me. I won't become an enemy of this gentleman."

After saying this, the hot-tempered bishop took a step back and gave up his position.

Before Grein could speak, Bishop Damian spoke first, "Don't forget the favor Archbishop Cluny has shown you, Grein! We must keep him no matter what! The backup plan you had for capturing the Night Emperor can now be used! For example, the Eucharist."

Grein's expression was calm. He shook his head and said, "What a pity, Owl, you're a little late. Did you hear the noise overhead? Did you feel the ground shaking?"

Bishop Damian frowned. "What do you mean?"

Grein went straight to the masked man and asked, "Excuse me, did anything happen outside when you sneaked into the dungeon?"

"The Forbidden Forest is on fire."

Grein smiled and nodded, "Thank you for letting me know."

He then turned to look at Bishop Damian and sighed helplessly, "This is the worst possible outcome, Owl. The backup plan I had planned has completely failed."

As Grein spoke, the vibrations became more and more pronounced.

Bishop Damian realized that his worst fears had finally come true. His face changed, and he asked, "What do you mean? Is it the Eucharist? What happened to the Eucharist?"

"The Holy Body has lost control." Grein shook his head. He stepped back suddenly, grabbed his son who was trying to keep his balance in the shaking of the earth, and rushed towards the only room on the eighteenth floor of the dungeon.

"Where are you going to run after losing control?" Damian sneered inwardly. He also took a step forward to catch up.

However, after running just two steps, Bishop Damian suddenly realized that it was not that Grein wanted to run in that direction, but that in the violent earthquake, only that direction was temporarily safe. Only that place with a ceiling would not have boulders, torches, corpses or even sharp weapons falling from the sky.

Soon, Bishop Sigbert, Gvoguff, and even the masked Emperor of the Night joined the crowd running in the same direction and hiding.

In an earthquake that seems to have the power of heaven and earth, even the strongest individual is like a tiny ant.

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Author's Note: Thanks to Bloodthirsty Bronze Bull for the tips and coins;

Thanks to readers 1697116370 and 1702173899 for the coins;

219 The Arrival of Passion

The originally chaotic shouting and killing sounds at the top of the dungeon now became even more chaotic.

The prisoners who were attacking the Inquisition Knights were now in a panic. Some of them dropped their weapons and cried for mercy to the Inquisition Knights, hoping to escape this catastrophe; some of them stumbled and tried to break through the blockade of the Inquisition Knights regardless of the swords on their bodies.

The Knights of Judgment also began to shrink their front. Under the sudden earthquake attack, they temporarily gave up suppressing the prisoners, but still maintained a dense formation and slowly retreated out of the dungeon, like the tide receding.

Of course, there were also some loyal knights who remembered that several bishops were still in the depths of the dungeon. They wanted to rescue the bishops, but were swept away by the crowd.

Some prisoners no longer cared about the desire to escape from the dungeon and regain their freedom. They threw away all the weapons, stones and bricks they could, turned around and hid back in the relatively safe cells, completely forgetting that the cells were the place they hated the most that deprived them of their freedom just a few minutes ago.

The situation became increasingly chaotic.

In the chaos, there were always trial knights and prisoners who slipped and fell, screaming miserably, and then fell heavily to the bottom of the prison, turning into meat paste or meat paste wrapped in metal cans, and no sound was heard from them.

This scene is like a person being thrown into hell.

"Since its construction, this dungeon has never looked so close to hell as it does now."

Former Bishop Grein lamented this.

In the face of the earthquake, no one cared about fighting for the time being.

Bishop Damian, who was not far from Glenn, at least not at a safe distance, still hoped to turn the tables with the help of the Holy Body, so Bishop Damian asked Glenn anxiously without waiting for himself to catch his breath.

"What's behind that door, Grenn? What do you know? You just said you weren't the one who placed the Host in the deepest part of the dungeon. Who was it? Could it be the Archbishop of Cluny?"

"No, you've made a mistake, Owl." Grein shook his head. "It's not that someone hid this fake 'Holy Monument' in the deepest part of the dungeon, but that it could only be placed here."

Bishop Damian's expression changed, Gvoguff made a bitter face and hoped that he had not heard the secret, Bishop Sigbert turned his head suddenly, and even the masked Emperor of the Night cast his eyes at him from afar.

Only Grein's son, Lehman, was unfazed by the subtext of these words, and not because he had already known about it through his father.

It was simply because Leiman was out of breath from running, his brain was deprived of oxygen, and he had no time to react. The bell ringer was currently holding onto a protrusion on the wall, panting heavily.

"What do you mean by that?" asked the impatient Bishop Sigebert.

Grein gently curled his fingers and knocked on the heavy door behind him. "This wasn't originally a holy body. It's actually the result of wizard research, combining some witchcraft with consecration rituals to make it sacred."

"What did you say? Witchcraft?" Siegbert was furious. He grabbed Grenn by the collar and roared, "You are indeed a heretic, a lunatic! You actually used pagan things!"

Siegbert felt that his group of monks had worked hard to compete with the local witchcraft beliefs for believers, but he didn't expect that the bastards of the Inquisition in the rear would directly use the pagan technology.

This made Sigbert feel betrayed and he was furious.

Grein frowned, then relaxed his brows. He said calmly, "Let me ask you, when is Christmas?"

"In winter."

"In what season is the Son's birthday?"

Siegbert's voice suddenly faded: "In the summer..."

"Why isn't Christmas on the Son's birthday?"

Sigbert shook his head and fell silent.

Damian answered on behalf of Siegbert, "Because when spreading the gospel, in order to make it easier for the locals to accept it, they combined doctrine with folk customs and set Christmas on the day the natives originally celebrated the birthday of the sun god, which is also the winter solstice, the day with the shortest daylight of the year."

"Exactly. How can combining the gospel with local customs be considered heresy?"

The earthquake seemed to have weakened, and Glogoff breathed a sigh of relief. He blinked, wondering if something was wrong.

The leader of the mendicant sect, who emphasized worldly missionary work, accused the head of the Inquisition, who conducted heresy trials, of compromising with folk beliefs and being a heretic.

Gvogoff always felt that according to common sense, the identities and roles of these two people should be swapped.

Glogoff blinked strangely, then fell to the ground and never closed his eyes again.

Because the three bishops and the former bishop who seemed to be still debating seemed to have exchanged secret signals. They suddenly attacked at the same time and attacked the Emperor of Night and Gvoguff together.

They used the debate texts to gather strength, and the stigmata suddenly erupted.

The burly giant of holy light grasped the sword of holy light and slashed fiercely at Gvoguff who was trapped in the trap.

Even the Night Emperor was caught off guard, and when he suddenly reached out to save Gvogoff, it was too late.

And Gvogoff was simply cut in two.

Anger built up in the masked man's voice. "Alright, alright. You three cunning creatures. Looks like I'm going to teach you a lesson."

"I only promise not to attack you, Your Excellency." Bishop Sigbert withdrew the incarnation of the Holy Light Giant, and the sword in his hand disappeared silently. He said in his loud voice, "But this fugitive is not among those who can be protected."

"I should have let you die by his sword." The masked man said coldly.

"No, you won't." Bishop Sigbert's voice regained its composure. "Just now, when you reached out to save Gvogoff, we all saw the stigmata on the back of your hand flash and disappear. I never thought that the dignified Emperor of the Night would be an insider of the Church—"

Siegbert was forced to stop talking before he could finish his words, and he had to dodge the fatal blow.

Then Bishop Sigbert quickly transformed into a giant of holy light, but was bound by the stigmata. He was hit hard by the masked man again and could only lie on the ground vomiting blood.

"Stupid cow! I didn't expect you to be so stupid! Everyone saw it, but you insisted on being so smart and making this matter clear. Aren't you forcing him to silence him?"

Looking at the oppressive masked man slowly walking towards them, Bishop Grein cursed.

"At this point, the only option left is to release the Holy Host, right?" Bishop Damian said with a wry smile. "How do we open this stone door?"

While activating various mechanisms to stop the Night Emperor, Grein ordered without turning back, "That thing you call the Holy Body is now out of control. If we release it, we will all die. So, absolutely do not press the only protruding mechanism on this wall!"

"What is that thing your son is pressing?"

"..."

"..."

As the stone door slowly opened to both sides, Grein shook his head helplessly: "Even I can only pray to the Lord."

Then Bishop Grein saw a meteor burning with yellow flames hitting the ground behind the stone gate.

220 Question

Along with the falling fireballs, there are also a large number of flying sparks, which look like blooming fireworks.

Sparks flying all over the sky lit up everyone's face, and the air was filled with the smell of ashes.

As the fireball fell, it hit the huge Holy Light Giant hard, knocking the Holy Light Giant to the ground.

Compared with this gigantic Holy Light Giant, the Holy Light Giant transformed by Bishop Sigbert using the stigmata is like a tiny dwarf.

The giant suddenly fell to the ground, raising a huge wind that blew upwards and extinguished countless sparks.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. Your prayers are incredibly effective, Glenn." Bishop Damian waved his hands to drive away the ashes that were suffocating him.

When he saw the scene in front of him, his heavy mood relaxed a little, and he couldn't help but make a joke.

Grein's smile was particularly profound, and he nodded seriously: "Yes, the one who just landed is the Holy Spirit."

Bishop Damian saw that Grein didn't seem to be joking, so he put away the slight smile on his face. He looked up and saw that the starlight in the sky was pouring into the deep pit.

Bishop Sigbert, impatient, rushed to ask before Bishop Damian could, "What on earth is going on, Grein? Why did the Holy Spirit you mentioned descend here? How come we had no idea this place was open to the sky?"

"This place wasn't open to the sky before." Grein shook his head. "The area above was originally the Forbidden Forest."

"Forbidden Forest?"

"Yes, the Forbidden Forest. To be exact, this vast space is the roots of the Forbidden Forest. These roots were burned out, so this space naturally became wider." Green's eyes were fixed on Russell who fell from a high altitude, and he murmured to explain to several former colleagues.

"You may not know that a god was once imprisoned in the Forbidden Forest. Don't look at me like that. This was the work of those wizards!"

"The wizards tried to control the local god, but he refused to become an accomplice in their massacre, so he was eventually sealed in the Forbidden Forest."

At this point, Bishop Grein pointed to the massive Holy Light Giant that slowly rose from the ground. "This body is the result of their attempt to steal the power of the gods. We combined this behemoth with the technology of consecration to transform it into what it is today."

Russell pointed his sword at the massive Holy Light Giant and asked loudly, "So, this thing is a relic of my poor old friend Ha, isn't that right, Glenn?"

It was only after listening to Green's story that Russell understood why he suddenly fell into this bottomless pit.

It turns out that the land under my feet is not land at all, but almost entirely roots of Ha.

No wonder Ha can control the direction and formation of the trees by controlling the land - it actually only needs to mobilize its own roots.

Grein replied respectfully, "Ah, yes, as you said, sir, it is indeed so."

Russell nodded in understanding. At this moment, the ladies who had been slowed down by Rosalyn's fall technique slowly floated down to the ground.

"Russell, are you okay?" Rosalyn shouted anxiously.

"Well, of course I'm fine. Get your spells ready, I'm going to send this thing to reunite with my poor old friend Ha!" Russell shouted.

The masked man laughed approvingly. "Hahahahaha, that's right! That's the spirit young people should have! Unlike those old church guys, they're so arrogant and either rely solely on this huge monster or are so afraid that they don't dare to face it at all."

Although the masked man's words seemed to be a compliment, Russell was very unhappy with the condescending and patronizing tone of his comments.

So Russell turned around and said, "Excuse me, who are you?"