Reject me, you damn woman.

Natalie cursed inwardly.

This may be the last blasphemer left alone.

.......

On the other side, after getting rid of Sister Natalie, the Blasphemer continued to run wildly in the alley.

Huh...Huh!

The blasphemer only felt that his breathing was becoming heavier and heavier, his lungs were sticky like glue, and his consciousness became blurred. Now there was only one belief supporting him, and that was to survive!

I can’t let everyone’s death go to waste, so I absolutely cannot die!!!

Three blocks to go.....two...one!

Just around the corner...

As long as we can get there!!!

The blasphemer suddenly stopped, and his originally chaotic mind became clear again because of the horror.

Because before the last corner, he saw a man.

He was a very handsome man, with dazzling blond hair, a well-fitting suit and elegant manners, all of which revealed an air of nobility.

Those blue eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts are extremely charming and friendly, making people unable to help but linger on them. If they are women, they will definitely fall in love with this guy instantly, and men will also have a good impression of him.

But the blasphemer at this moment saw only one thing.

In his palm, there was a surge of white light.

That is...the holy power of God!

So rich, so pure, so noble, so shining, so.....sickening!!!

This guy, he is from the church!

And after just one encounter, the blasphemer had a premonition that the man in front of him was much more dangerous than the woman just now!

"Oh, someone is coming."

The man narrowed his eyes, as if he was about to take action.

There was no time to hesitate, the blasphemer directly used his most powerful trick!

"Damn it, are we blasphemers supposed to die......?"

Lin En simply waved his hand, and a sharp wind blade swept across, staining the mottled wall with blood. In the dark reflection, blood and a round head soared into the sky, and finally fell to the ground with a clang. The head still retained an excited expression of success.

"Stupid, if you don't die, then I will die?"

Lin En shook his hands and looked at the other blasphemer who was being stepped on by him:

"Now, are you interested in talking?"

The blasphemer's face turned pale. He was completely stunned when he saw his companion's tragic death and the righteous eyes of the man in front of him.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind:

He has the holy light of the Earth Mother, and he is our enemy, so he should be a good guy...

But how come this guy is even more of a blasphemer than me! ! ! !

.......

Although I rarely post hanging pictures, this one is really...

ps: I recommend a book, which is also an original western fantasy like the author:

Chapter 183: The white-masked teenager Lin En will not meet the stubborn heroine nun (6k)

If it was from Lin En's perspective, he might have clearly felt the despair of the blasphemer he was trampling under his feet, but if he felt what the other person was going through, he would immediately understand what a terrifying experience it was.

You are an unknown little blasphemer. Because you are too weak, you are not even qualified to be on the church's wanted list, and you never dare to call yourself a blasphemer when you are outside.

Recently, your city has been hit hard for no apparent reason, and your drinking buddies recommended you to join a new blasphemer organization.

But if you betray, you will suffer severe punishment.

In order to save your life, you reluctantly choose to join.

The leader recognizes you very much.

You also expressed your opinions: Just two words, loyalty!

The leader was very pleased and even gave each of you a robe that can enhance your magic power. Now you feel that you can fight against a second-ring professional if you meet one.

You think that you have become a qualified blasphemer after obtaining the novice set.

Then the leader assigned you a novice mission: fight against the Hound Sisters, the elite members of the Inquisition who are said to be able to judge even evil gods.

As expected, when your scumbag team was predictably routed, you decisively abandoned your struggling teammates and fled in a panic, but in the pitch-black alley you were captured on the spot by a mysterious man whose strength was far superior to yours.

Seeing him holding the holy light, you judged that he was also a member of the church. As a last resort, you planned to use your last trick - moral blackmail of your opponent, awaken the conscience of these good people, and then take the opportunity to run away.

At this time, you see one of your scumbag teammates running over and using the trick of moral blackmailing your opponent before you.

You are heartbroken and curse this damn bastard in your heart for robbing you of your chance to live.

Then his skull was blown off right in front of you.

Unfortunately, the enemy seemed to have no morals and the kidnapping failed.

Now you have two choices.

The first one is loyalty! Honesty!

Fight to the end for the new organization you have joined. Believe in the leader's words. You have a perfect battle plan. The defeat is only temporary. Any enemy will never return!

When we return with a great victory, we will make sure that group of ungrateful lackeys and the guy in front of us suffer the ultimate humiliation!

The second one is wisdom!

The enemy cannot be trusted, not to mention that this guy has no conscience. Tell him false information, pretend to be nice, and then wait for an opportunity to escape or seduce teammates to surround and kill him. After all, the leader said that if he really betrays, he will pay a heavy price.

The Blasphemer at Lin's feet was still hesitating between option one and option two, but after seeing the graceful parabola drawn by his teammate's skull as it flew up, he didn't even have time to think, his body had already reacted automatically:

"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, this way!"

The blasphemer knelt in front of Lin En and trotted to lead the way, pointing at the building in front and saying righteously:

"That bunch of bastards are all hiding here. I already knew they were not good people. Leader... No, it was the black-robed culprit who instructed us to flee here when we retreat!"

Lin En looked at the gray building in front of him that was influenced by the shadow world. When he used the omniscient perspective in the real world, Lin En also had an impression of it. It seemed to be an abandoned warehouse.

It was obvious that the blasphemers were fleeing here, the key was why they were gathering here.

A rotten eggplant is a rotten eggplant. It is no match for the Hound Sisters in the theater, and it will be beaten equally if it changes to another map.

"Didn't your leader tell us why we were moving here?"

Lynn asked.

The blasphemer immediately shook his head:

"No, we only know to escape here, but the black-robed culprit didn't tell us why."

Lynn nodded. It was normal that this blasphemer was not trusted since he had just joined the gang.

Through the surviving crystals, Lynn could see that the scattered Hound Sisters had regrouped around the flag of the Iron Maiden Mask, and in order to prevent an ambush, they were advancing at a steady pace, which meant that he still had time to investigate the situation in the warehouse.

It's risky, but maybe you can give it a try.

"Sir, I suddenly remembered something!"

The blasphemer slapped his head:

"The friend who invited me to join the organization seemed to have mentioned that, under the arrangement of the leader, they were transporting a batch of strange supply boxes to a certain place. It is very likely to be here!"

"Supply box?"

Lin En frowned immediately.

"Did he tell you what it was that was being carried?"

"He doesn't know either, but there are some strange arcane patterns on the box. I'll draw them for you, sir."

As he spoke, the blasphemer spat on his fingertips and drew some crooked patterns on the wall.

Lin En wanted to continue summoning Lily, but unexpectedly discovered that he actually knew these things.

"It's actually an alchemical spell bomb."

Although the blasphemer's drawing skills were poor and abstract, Lin En still recognized at a glance that the red symbols were the patterns of the alchemical spell bombs.

In the Spring Cup competition, Lin En used a targeted blasting method and a spell bomb to directly blow up the fifth-level boss carefully prepared by Dean Solgana, along with the castle where the boss lived, into the sky.

This is a very cheap arcane explosive, but it is extremely powerful and not difficult to make, so it was loved by Lin En when he was at a low level. It feels a bit like C4 from another world.

However, its disadvantages are that it requires special arcane magic power to detonate, and cannot be used at a distance that is too far. Therefore, excessive stacking may injure the person detonating the detonator himself. It is also quite time-consuming to set up, which is equivalent to having a power limit. Therefore, it is not widely used.

"Wait, did your friend tell you how many boxes of each type they prepared?"

Lynn suddenly asked.

"I'm not sure about that."

The blasphemer scratches his head,

"But it is said that when he left, the warehouse was already full of goods, and people were still bringing in goods."

I boil!

For a moment, Lin En felt his scalp tingling.

This warehouse can even block the spell crystals reserved by Lin En's Olar, and it is obvious that a lot of strengthening formations have been superimposed.

In other words, an entire warehouse of spell bombs will be detonated together in a closed environment?

I'm afraid that top arcanists like Dean Soljana would curse and run away directly through the portal upon seeing this. Even the elite judges of the church would be in great danger.

Although the Hound Sisters have decent combat power and have been strengthened under the field of the Holy Flag, most of them are of the high attack and high damage type, and their defense depends entirely on the armor that cannot even cover their long white legs and the self-healing ability of holy magic. However, in the face of so many alchemical bombs of the same magnitude as an entire warehouse, human bodies will be reduced to ashes before they have time to heal themselves.

So that's how it is. While the hounds are running around trying to find their prey, the prey has long been fed up with this life of fear and is accumulating strength to destroy in one fell swoop the sharp blade hanging over its head that could chop it down at any time.

"Sir, can I go?"

The blasphemer suddenly smiled at Lin En in a flattering manner.

"Okay, but are you sure you didn't miss anything? If you dare to lie to me, I will make me pay the price."

Lynn said calmly.

Thinking of his companion's miserable condition, the blasphemer shuddered and said quickly:

"No, absolutely not, sir. The order we received was to feign defeat after fighting with those nuns... although it can't be considered a feigned defeat. In short, we followed the order of the black-clad culprit and fled here, lured the nuns in here, and evacuated through the reserved back door. I have told you everything I can and cannot say!"

"All right,"

Lynn nodded.

"On behalf of the Inquisition, I forgive your sins."

But whether they are willing to be represented by me or not is none of my business.

Lynn thought silently.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. I will definitely turn over a new leaf and become a new person in the future!"

The blasphemer bowed to Lin En repeatedly and sneered in his heart.

As expected, all the clergymen of the Mother Earth's Virgin are the same. No matter how ferocious they appear on the surface, they are actually Virgin Marys. With a little trick, I managed to escape successfully.

Obviously, betraying his teammates did not make him feel any guilt at all. He even fantasized about returning to the organization after leaving. After all, it was rare to find such a wealthy and idiotic leader who gave away rare items as soon as he joined the organization.

At worst, he could go back to the organization and insist that he was lost in the shadow world. Without any evidence, even the leader couldn't do anything to him.

As he was thinking this, the blasphemer suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat. He lowered his head and coughed, only to see a pool of black blood on the palm of his hand, there were also some scattered pieces of red flesh and blood.

Those pieces of meat looked familiar. He had seen these things before when he killed someone.