Reject me, you damn woman.

"Something's wrong. Look at the covers of those books!"

Someone reminded everyone and everyone looked at the books on the ground. Only then did people realize that on the exquisite book covers, the glittering title was written in gold foil: "Holy Scripture: Special Edition of the Church of Mother Earth".

How can this be done?

When they saw what the book on the ground was, not only the victim Natalie, but all the nuns and blasphemers were dumbfounded.

You have to know that in order to ensure the purity of the Inquisition, sometimes the first consideration in selecting inquisitors is not even strength, but the piety of their faith.

As the elite of the Inquisition, it goes without saying that the Hound Sisters are even more pious.

Although this man in the white mask neither released any powerful protective magic nor used any magical items, he used a more ferocious trick. He threw the other person's Bible on the ground!

You want to chop me?

Come here first by stepping on your goddess's Bible.

This kind of operation, even the blasphemers can't help but sigh:

What a vicious obstacle!

The damage is not high, but the disgusting level is really high.

For a moment, the blasphemers didn't know whether the person who could come up with such an obstacle was a hater or a fan of the goddess.

You say he is a hater, he carries dozens of scriptures with him, you say he is a true fan, he uses scriptures as roadblocks...

For ordinary people or even ordinary believers, this is not an obstacle at all. But for devout warriors of faith, it is more difficult to deal with than a knife.

"Wow, Master......"

When Natalie looked at Iron Mask for help, the blasphemers in the warehouse were already laughing like crazy:

"Hahahaha, this White Mask is really a genius. Why didn't I think of this method?"

"Good job. I'll buy a few Bibles for self-defense someday."

"You are dreaming. Let's not talk about whether a blasphemer like you can bear the burning pain of the Holy Word. With your strength, you just took out the Bible and before you could throw it, you were chopped into eight pieces by that woman!"

"Just a little chat, why are you so serious..."

Although the blasphemers' attempt to imitate the White Mask was rejected, the warehouse was still filled with a happy atmosphere. After all, for these blasphemers who were hunted down by the church like rats crossing the street every day, there was nothing more satisfying than seeing the cat that was hunting them get defeated.

Not to mention, to this extent, even the gloomy atmosphere that had always shrouded the masked man in black robes had eased a lot. Obviously, he was in a good mood.

At this moment, a blasphemer suddenly ran up to him in a panic and said in a hurry:

"Chief, this is bad. The magic circle we used to block the back door was activated prematurely. We, our people can't get out!"

"what?"

As soon as these words were spoken, before the man in black robe could react, the blasphemers who were laughing happily suddenly changed their expressions.

"What do you do for a living? You can't even do such a small thing!"

"Has the bomb gone off? Has the bomb gone off?"

"You idiot, why are you panicking when it's not activated?"

You have to know that this is a warehouse filled with alchemical spell bombs that can send the elite of the entire Hound Sisters team into the sky.

Now that the only back door for evacuation was blocked, didn't it mean that it was their turn to be locked up with a bunch of alchemical bombs that could explode at any time and blow the entire warehouse and everyone to the sky? !

"Where's the guy guarding the back door? I'm asking you where's the guy guarding the back door!"

The black-robed man asked angrily.

All the blasphemers looked at the unlucky guy who brought the news. The back door was the lifeblood of the plan. According to the original plan, although there were not many people taking the back door, they were all elites and should not be lost without a sound.

The messenger just shook his head in confusion and panic:

"He...they were knocked unconscious by a strange drug, tied up with strange ropes, and had strange tape taped over their mouths. No one knew they couldn't get out through the back door!"

"How could it be....when will the bomb explode?"

The man in black robe asked again.

The answer I got was still a confused shake of the head:

"I don't know. In order to prevent the church's lackeys from escaping, the explosion time of the bombs is set randomly. But as long as one explodes, the rest of the bombs will be detonated in a chain reaction! No later than five minutes!"

The messenger swallowed hard.

In other words, if they were lucky, they would only have less than five minutes to escape.

If you are unlucky, you will explode if you look at it for even one more second??!

The back door was locked, and there were church lackeys blocking the door in front. This was a hopeless situation!

"It must have been done by those church lackeys. They are so cruel that they actually wanted to catch us all in one fell swoop!"

A feeling of despair instantly filled the blasphemers. Seeing that the blasphemers were becoming more and more restless, the man in black robes finally stepped forward and tried to maintain the situation. He said:

"Don't panic! We still have a chance!"

"What chance do we have? We are no match for those nuns!"

"Huh, what are you panicking about?"

At this time, the man in black robes remained unusually calm.

"We are no match for those guys, but...we still have the White Mask!"

"Didn't that guy say that as long as we don't cross the line he drew, everything will be fine? We can leave the warehouse and run in another direction. In this way, the masked man will help us stop the bastards from the church."

After listening to the description of the man in black robe, the blasphemers calmed down again.

If you think about it carefully, what the man in black robe said seems to make sense.

"And thinking further, this White Mask has been hindering the progress of the church's hounds since he showed up. We can even join forces with him and take out a few of the church's hounds!"

The man in black robe said further harshly.

After a brief silence, the blasphemers burst into cheers again:

"Best greetings, chief!"

"Wonderful!"

"Hmph, there's no time to hesitate, let's go now!"

The leader of the men in black robes said this and was the first to rush towards the door.

There was one more thing that gave him some confidence.

Since the appearance of this white mask, apart from showing a little mystery at the beginning, it has never further demonstrated its strength.

Is it possible that he is just being mysterious?

Taking a step back, even if he didn't want them to leave, could one person stop so many people?

If we all charge together, someone will be able to escape!

Thinking of this, the black-robed man became more calm. As he approached the door, the blasphemers shouted as planned:

"Hahaha, White Mask, you did a great job. Beat up those church lackeys. We are here to help you!"

"Damn it, they're trying to run!"

There was also a hint of annoyance in Iron Mask's voice. If they let these blasphemers escape, all their efforts would be in vain!

Obviously, she also thought that the white-masked man who came to disrupt the situation was in the same group as the blasphemers, or at least was on their side.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, just as the nuns were about to despair and the blasphemers were ecstatic, the White Mask turned around and raised his hand as if he was dealing with Sister Natalie:

"I only took care of them and forgot to take care of you."

"It's useless. He will definitely deal with us like he did to the nun. No matter what he throws, we just have to step on it and run!"

The blasphemers were extremely confident. If he wanted to deal with the blasphemers behind him like he dealt with the nuns, he would be making a big mistake.

These blasphemers are undoubtedly the most disgusting and shameless scum.

Forget about the Bible, even if their mother's ashes were scattered on the ground, these guys would step on them without hesitation as long as it would save their lives.

Obviously, Lin En also thought of this, and he had no intention of overestimating the moral bottom line of these garbage.

Therefore, he did not take out anything, but condensed the excessive wind element and fire element in each of his palms:

"Fourth Ring Fusion Arcane: Great Fire Cyclone!"

He threw a Firestorm.

..............

As the blasphemer who was about to be engulfed by the raging fire and strong wind had a lot of questions in his head, the last thought in his mind was, this masked bastard, how could he be so hypocritical!!!

..............

Chapter 185: Holy Mother x is the Living King of Hell√ (6k)

For arcane professionals, there is a common understanding that the "Magic Web" is unknowable.

After tens of thousands of years of accumulation and development, the results of intelligent life's exploration of the magic network woven above the world are nothing short of astonishing. There are thousands of formed arcane sequences alone, and among them, there are countless geniuses who have left their names in history.

If you ask who has made the greatest contribution among the arcanists, then the devout arcanists will quarrel to the point of hitting each other on the head with their wands. Some will say it is Isaac who discovered gravitational magic, and some will say it is Albert who proposed the theory of magic fusion.

However, if you ask which is the noblest type of arcane, then among the thousands of known sub-types of arcane, you will get a unanimous answer: fusion arcane!

By harmonizing the magic of the nature of the complex technique, the effect of one plus one being far greater than two is achieved.

Whether in terms of power, magic utilization efficiency, or coolness, fusion arcane is the pinnacle of all arcane fields.

Therefore, regarding the White Mask's friendly behavior of blocking the nuns from throwing scriptures and preventing them from directly starting the fusion, the followers of the Blasphemers had only three words to say:

It's crazy.

"Go back quickly!"

"Close the door, close the door quickly!"

"Geneva, I haven't even gone in yet!"

Before the violent firestorm completely engulfed everyone, the heavy door of the warehouse slammed shut. In order to prevent the nuns from trying to break out after discovering the abnormality in the warehouse, the door was solidified. It was not a problem to block Lin En's first release of the somewhat awkward four-ring fusion arcane. However, a few unlucky guys who ran too far forward were burned to charcoal.

The nuns on the other side of the line broke out in cold sweats after seeing what White Mask did.

The blasphemers thought that Baimian was most likely trying to be mysterious, and the nuns naturally had such doubts as well. However, with Lin En's fusion of arcane magic, this possibility was refuted.

While the fusion arcane has thousands of benefits, its difficulty to learn is far greater than other arcane arts. Therefore, an arcanist who can master the fusion arcane will generally assume that the opponent's strength will be increased by two levels.

In other words, the White Mask who can release the fourth-ring fusion arcane by himself, his strength must be at least...six rings? !

Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to the Iron Mask standing in the center of the crowd.

Even though all members of this team of Hound Sisters are elite members of the Inquisition, the only one who can be compared with a sixth-order transcendent in terms of individual strength is probably the "Priest" among them.

"Do you want to continue?"

The storm dissipated, and the wind was howling. The man in the white mask turned around. In the empty space of the mask, his emotionless ice-blue pupils stared at the nuns and asked softly.

The Iron Masked Sister took a deep breath and announced her decision without much hesitation:

"continue!"

Of course continue!

"It's just a sixth-level combat force. We have subdued heretics that are more terrifying than this."

"The pastor is right!"

Natalie took the lead and nodded vigorously, her eyes full of excitement.

"Only powerful prey is worth biting!"

"Natalie, you make us look like puppies when you say that..."

Sister Lamina covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't think that much!"

Natalie scratched her head immediately, and the nuns all shook their heads and chuckled.

With the encouragement from the battlefield atmosphere group, the nuns regained their spirits and their eyes became sharp again.