Mysterious Recovery: I Have Two Ways To Become a God Chapter 213

Chapter 213 Killing and Return

Final blow!

hehe!

The middle-aged knight didn't even think about continuing to fight. The scene where the stars fell just now was obviously wrong, so the fool stayed.

As for the old woman nun, let her buy some time for her escape!

Um? !

The middle-aged knight who was escaping suddenly felt something was wrong. He had been flying in the ghost realm for a while, but why didn't the surrounding environment seem to change? What about nearby towns?

An ominous premonition emerged in the middle-aged knight's heart. He slowly raised his head to look at the sky, and saw a pair of eyes as big as the sun and moon exposed in the dark sky.

Looking at him coldly and ruthlessly.

"Is this... a ghost land?"

The middle-aged knight stopped in disbelief. He realized that he had been tricked and was surrounded by a more powerful ghost realm.

"The missionary actually has such a powerful ghost realm. He can take it into the ghost realm without me even realizing it."

The middle-aged knight secretly used his ghost ability to get out of here.

"Stop struggling. No one can escape after entering my biblical world." A sound like thunder came from the sky. Carefully identify it, it was the missionary's voice.

Naturally, the middle-aged knight would not accept his fate. Seeing that he was discovered, he tried his best to mobilize the ghost power in his body.

It's a pity that no matter how hard he tries, the so-called biblical world in front of him remains unmoved.

And while he was trying to escape, the ghost space was shrinking, just like time was going backwards. The middle-aged knight quickly returned to the place where he had just escaped, and saw the old woman and nun with a angry face.

"You are as brave as a mouse. You don't deserve to be called a knight. You abandoned a lady and ran away alone.

And it's all because of you. We originally had a chance to win, but because of your escape, now we are all trapped in this **** place. "

The moment the old woman nun saw the middle-aged knight, she couldn't suppress the anger in her heart and started a verbal attack. If the situation wasn't so dangerous now, she would definitely attack the middle-aged knight directly.

Because of the injustice, the middle-aged knight did not reply when the old woman nun scolded him, but instead proposed the following cooperation:

"What I did was wrong just now, and I apologize to you, but we have to work together next. This place is really too dangerous, and we must escape."

"Escape? Hahaha..." Suddenly the missionary's mocking voice came from the sky, "This space was created by my Lord and specially given to me for use. Even if an S-level ghost comes, it is impossible to escape. "

Before he finished speaking, the entire space began to shake violently. Figures began to appear out of thin air from the void. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen figures came to face the two middle-aged knights.

"What? Impossible?" The old woman nun looked horrified. "The jailer, Iron Knight, Ghost Rose...aren't they all dead?"

The middle-aged knight also had cold hands and feet. Among the dozen or so figures, he knew five or six people, all of whom were famous ghost masters in Europe. The weakest ones were all elite ghost masters.

It's just that the reputation of these people has made another person, that is, the missionary, because these people all died in the hands of the missionary when they were enemies of the missionary.

It stands to reason that what is in front of him should only be the corpses of those people, but the pressure brought by these figures in front of him is so real, which makes the middle-aged knight a little confused about the situation.

"They are indeed dead. Now they are just resurrected by a supernatural power, but their strength will not be weaker than when they were alive." The missionary's voice came again. "Just entertain these two guests for me!"

"No problem! There haven't been new people here for a long time. I'm almost bored to death!" The livid-faced jailer said ferociously, holding up his big hammer.

"It turns out to be Mr. Knight and Holy Nun. It's been a long time since we last met. I didn't expect that we would meet in this way." A female ghost controller with twisted hair sighed.

Discovering that these resurrected ghost masters still have wisdom, the middle-aged knight's eyes lit up:

"We are all enemies of missionaries, and you were all killed by missionaries. Why do you want to kill each other?

Don't you want revenge? We might as well work together to deal with the missionaries, and then you can escape from this **** place. "

The middle-aged knight's words silenced the whole scene, followed by laughter full of ridicule.

I saw these resurrected ghost masters looking at the middle-aged knight as if they were looking at fools.

"You idiot, since the missionaries dare to let these people out, they naturally have ways to control them. What do you think of asking them to cooperate?" the old woman nun said through gritted teeth.

"Haha, the Holy Sister understands," said the female ghost controller with twisted hair, "It's not like the fake knight who looks smart but is actually a fool."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense," the jailer slammed the hammer on the ground, "take them down as soon as possible."

"You two, join us!" As the female ghost controller spoke, her hair began to spread like vines, surrounding the middle-aged knights and nuns.

The knight and the nun looked at each other and used their trump cards. The knight pulled out a **** bone gun from his spine. The moment the bone gun appeared, the approaching vines instantly withered and turned into ashes.

The nun's transformation was even more terrifying. A gap opened between her eyebrows, and a **** spider-like monster crawled out of it. Then a piercing scream sounded, and blood marks began to appear inexplicably on the bodies of the ghost masters who had returned from the dead.

For a time, even if there were only two people, facing the siege of many ghost masters, the knight and the nun were not left behind.

However, these are all temporary, and a temporary outburst cannot get them out of trouble, because as long as they cannot escape from this space, they will need to constantly deal with these resurrected ghost masters. No matter how powerful the ghost masters are, they will be beaten by the wheel. Grind to death.

The giant eye in the sky disappeared without knowing when, and the fluctuations of the battle became weaker and weaker. The knight and the nun still did not escape from here after all.

Outside, the ghost controllers of the Perfect Church were cleaning the battlefield. All the ghost controllers following the knight nuns had been killed, and the ghosts they controlled were also imprisoned separately.

"Pope, what should we do next?" The gentleman came over. Last time, because he found out he had lost his way in time, he was only detained for a few days and was not held accountable again.

"Collect all these evil ghosts. I will hold a grand sacrificial ceremony here to sacrifice all these evil ghosts to my lord."

The missionary continued: "As for the German League and the Catholic Church, if they dare to challenge the majesty of our Lord, they must pay the price and declare war directly on them."

The information of the middle-aged knight and the old woman nun is recorded here in the Perfect Church. They are from the Delian Church and the Catholic Church respectively.

"Yes!" The gentleman bowed his head and resigned. After what happened last time, he became more and more like a qualified believer. Soon after, Wang Xiaoming, who was in the laboratory at the Renguo headquarters, received a sacrifice from the Perfect Church, dozens of ghosts, each with its own characteristics, which made him very satisfied.

"Huh? There is another message." Wang Xiaoming heard the missionary's prayer again, and he recounted what had just happened.

"It's time to add some combat power to the Perfect Church!" After listening to the prayer message, Wang Xiaoming thought for a while and then made a decision, that is, to help the perfect church's ghost masters control the ghosts.

In the past, he did not provide the service of controlling evil ghosts because he believed that being a **** should not be too cheap. Helping them suppress the evil ghosts and revive them was interesting enough, but it was not enough.

But now, the Perfect Church is in a more dangerous situation, and it is in urgent need of improving its strength to overcome the current difficulties.

As for the targets for promotion, they were the Ghost Controllers in the battle just now. They had already proven their loyalty.

Then Wang Xiaoming selected some ghosts in the Knowledge Wilderness, and then used the power of the Knowledge Wilderness to send the ghost transmission directly to those ghost controllers, allowing them to forcibly control the ghosts.

In Europe, people who were holding a sacrificial ceremony in the wilderness suddenly felt a blur in front of their eyes, and a tall figure appeared, emitting a dazzling light:

"Not bad, you should be rewarded!"

Except for the missionaries, white flames began to appear on the bodies of the remaining ghost masters. In the flames, a fierce ghost was being smelted.

These ghost masters only felt warm in their bodies, and they controlled a powerful ghost unknowingly.

I don't know how much time passed, but when they woke up, they found something different. They actually controlled a powerful ghost out of thin air.

Among them, the gentleman was even more pleasantly surprised. He had now become a top ghost controller who could control three powerful ghosts.

For a moment, everyone's excitement was uncontrollable, and they all used their ghost abilities to determine which ghost they controlled.

After everything calmed down, under the leadership of the missionary, everyone prayed to the Perfect Lord again.

But this time Wang Xiaoming ignored it and began to focus on supernatural research.

A group of people were standing in the minister's office at the German Federation of Europe headquarters.

There was only an old man with a white beard sitting behind the desk. After reading the information in his hand, he threw it at a young man standing in front of the desk and said angrily:

"You bastards, I really want to kick you back into your mother's belly. You can't even handle a small thing, and now you're making a big fuss."

The intelligence fell on the ground and revealed a message, which contained the Perfect Church's declaration of war against the Delian and the Catholic Church.

The young man lowered his head and kept apologizing, but he still couldn't extinguish the anger of the old man with white beard. Finally, with the persuasion of others, white beard temporarily calmed down.

But when it comes to the Perfect Church's declaration of war, the office falls into silence again. The main reason is that Delian is currently facing internal and external troubles, and it is really not worth the gain to deal with a powerful Perfect Church now.

Seeing that most people did not agree with the conflict with the Perfect Church, Minister Whitebeard could not go his own way and finally decided to retreat and confuse the public.

There is no conflict with the Perfect Church for the time being, and at the same time, the news is released that the middle-aged knight has actually secretly left Delian, and Delian has no idea about his impulsive behavior.

Snapped!

The luxurious solid wood table in front of him was smashed to pieces by a huge force. An old man holding a cane said angrily:

"Those people from the Delian Group have no buttholes. They were clearly the organizers for this operation. Now that something has happened, they immediately rule out the relationship. They are really disgusting politicians."

"Pope, calm down!" A group of cardinals immediately stepped forward to comfort him.

"It's just, what should we do now? Even Delian doesn't want to mess with her. After we lost Her Royal Highness the Holy Nun..." A bishop hesitated to speak.

With the loss of dozens of ghost masters, plus the two top ghost masters, they don't want to fight, so why don't they just be their own bishops? If we fight again, what if we lose?

Finally, after an hour of intense discussion, the Catholic Church decided to shrink its power in an all-round way to avoid conflict with the Perfect Church.

The shrinkage of the two major forces resulted in the misconception that when the missionaries began to attack the city aggressively, they felt like they were punching the ground. There was no resistance at all along the way, and the scope of the Perfect Church's influence was doubled.

But here at the Renguo headquarters, Wang Xiaoming finally waited for Zhao Kaiming, and saw that he was dusty and tired, with a trace of tiredness on his face.

Originally, Zhao Kaiming was chosen to stay in Southeast Asia to frighten foreign ghost masters, but later discovered Captain Li Gui's conspiracy, so Zhao Kaiming received a new mission and began to kill those humans who had been transformed into ghost slaves by Captain Li Gui in Southeast Asia. It was only now that I rushed back to the headquarters.

"Professor!" Zhao Kaiming greeted weakly.

"Find a place to sit down first. Do you feel any changes in your body?"

Wang Xiaoming first glanced up and down with his spiritual vision, and then he felt relieved after confirming that Zhao Kaiming's current appearance was just because he was too tired.

Zhao Kaiming nodded: "I feel the erosion of ghosts, and it is still growing! And I find that the erosion caused by using ghost abilities is getting more and more serious. Of course, these are still within the range of my tolerance."

Wang Xiaoming nodded, this was within his expectation.

Next, he first performed some basic physical examinations on Zhao Kaiming, including drawing blood to detect supernatural runes.

Then came the whole body test. Wang Xiaoming once again took out the test chamber that looked like a sleeping chamber and asked Zhao Kaiming to lie in it.

After this series of tests, Wang Xiaoming finally had a comprehensive and in-depth understanding of Zhao Kaiming's current status.

"The situation is not as bad as imagined. It just so happens that I have gained some new insights these days, which can make your control more perfect." Wang Xiaoming said to Zhao Kaiming while packing up the experimental tools.

"Don't worry, professor," Zhao Kaiming stood up and said resolutely: "I understand the importance of curse control, and I will never back down at critical moments."

"Well, you can go back and have a good rest today, adjust your condition, and come to the laboratory to find me tomorrow. We will conduct the second experiment of curse control."

Wang Xiaoming patted Zhao Kaiming on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Yes!" Zhao Kaiming nodded in agreement, turned and left the laboratory.

After watching Zhao Kaiming leave, Wang Xiaoming began the deduction and testing of tomorrow's curse control experiment.

And began to redesign the ritual formation to assist in controlling the ghosts, striving to make this experiment more perfect.

(End of chapter)

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