Chapter 1516 (2/2)

The life span of magicians is very long, which means that the number of relatives and friends is more than ordinary people can imagine. The whole family kneel down and kowtow to ask him to go to work somewhere. Can he not go?

In addition to kinship and friendship, the weird order of Wuzhen does not rely on combat effectiveness to gain the right to speak, but the degree of study on the Bible determines the right to speak.

Although Wutong has a strong fighting capacity, he has never read the Bible seriously. Naturally, he is not the opponent of the aborigines in Wuzhen.

He inherited the title of missionary, but did not have the corresponding knowledge, so he had to listen to the people of the city.

Maybe he was said to be speechless, right? Hehe, in order to send the witch boy off to the war, these people changed his most devout hair style, put on a monk's dark brown robe and hung a cross.

It's like the Crusades, but I don't know if he has made a promise like, ”if you don't attack Jerusalem, you won't take a bath.”.

The death knell takes a look at the battle situation in the sky. At present, it is still stable. Cecilia has launched the ”three phases of the moon” card. However, these blood months do not seem to have any additional effect except providing shelter for monsters on the ground.

We have to observe it again...

he propped his sword on the ground, and the metal and the stone that made up the square made a sound of friction. A bunch of weeds were cut off between the bricks, but no one cared.

The knell nodded to the witch boy and smacked his mouth: ”I don't believe in any religion, but I know something about Puritanism in the United States. Should it be Calvin sect among the three Protestant Catholic sects? They believe that everything has been arranged by God and has nothing to do with people's efforts. It is because of God's care that life is not going well. It is because of their own guilt. ”The witch boy was silent for a moment, but he still nodded with difficulty. He looked decadent: ”it seems that you and I think this is ridiculous. It is clear that as a magician, as long as they study magic, they can enter the” heaven ”. However, they dare not go. They just make their own rules underground and show their loyalty to that person with their own rules.”

”I see, there is no Christ on your cross, because the Puritans don't worship idols, but here's where I can't understand. Since they don't need the magic to go to heaven and don't want benefits, why turn to Cecilia?”

This is what Su Ming is curious about, because it doesn't make sense logically. The Puritans advocate a simple and poor life with no desires and no demands. So now they just have to stay in the city and guard against death. Why should witches disturb the muddy waters?

Clarion gave a wry smile and rolled his eyes: ”because Cecilia assured them that she would make Puritanism the only God doctrine in the world in the future that she would succeed...”

well, it was not for themselves, but for ”truth” and ”glory of the Lord.” well...

Su Ming also laughed, and he shook his head: ”sure enough, with the pagans Is heresy more hateful than unbelievers? Cecilia is a believer in hecat. Strictly speaking, it is an archaic sect, a proper pagan. But your countrymen chose to join her jihad in order to deal with other Bible players

As a matter of fact, the terms given by Ceci are really what the justice alliance can never give. That woman is really a smart little devil. Knowing that she can't convince the witch child, she first persuades him of his fetters and puts him in a chariot.

”Ah, that's about it. Now you see, it's a religious war, and I'm the chosen holy warrior.”

The witch boy pointed to his current dress, which seemed helpless. However, he quickly released the cross and turned to open the portal behind him to summon the ocean of tentacles:

”you know everything, I don't want to be like this. But I will not let my relatives down. My personal wishes and tendencies are insignificant compared with our ideals. Let's do it. I need a glorious battle. Holy! My Lord

Su Ming took a deep breath and held up the golden sword in his hand. The shadow of the red moon reflected the roundness of the sword, but he gently vomited the fragrance:

”mdzz...”

the shadow of the red moon reflected on the sword