The human being is a super god, the son of the devil!

Chapter 190

(I'm sorry, because I'm too stressed today, I'm too anxious to concentrate, there's only one chapter, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry for the normal update tomorrow.) ）

Compared to the more modern rice country.

Much older Europe can be said to have been essentially the stronghold of the Church.

Nantes is one of the most special cities in France and an ancient city, so the power of the church is naturally even larger.

The two of them don't even need to contact the local forces of the church, they can directly go to the hotel owned by Angel Star to brush their faces and directly arrange a suite to stay.

The process is still the same as last time, the best and most expensive rooms are arranged directly, and it is still a permanent residence.

"Sister Yan, can you really do whatever you want if you have money?"

Once again, Qi Lin felt the power of money, even though her mother was also very rich.

But obviously it can't be compared to Hiko's treatment of being arranged in the best room every time he goes to a place.

And when I remembered the last time I evacuated Raccoon City, I thought it would be interrogated and interrogated and then quarantined.

As a result, Yan turned into a phone call from the Mi Army, and it felt outrageous to escort the whole process.

Qi Lin is just a little bit arrogant to her own people, and she is not a fool.

She obviously felt that Yan's status was not ordinary, and he was not an ordinary chairman or president at all, otherwise he would not have such great energy.

Don't forget, there is a church behind the Angel Star.

You can't say that Hiko's identity is the Pope's illegitimate daughter or distant relative, right?

That's a bit of nonsense.

But for Qi Lin, no matter what the status of the other party is, the relationship with her girlfriend is really good.

So she doesn't care what the other party's true identity is, Qi Lin is the kind who sees through many things without telling it.

It's like when she first found out that Yan was interested in Lingye, and then the two of them became intimate and ambiguous.

Qi Lin saw it all in her eyes, and she was willing to find someone to help share the firepower.

It's just that later, to my surprise, there are sisters who share the firepower, but not Hiko.

And there are still two!

This incident made Qi Lin secretly depressed for a while.

Hearing her inquiry, Hiko thought for a moment and replied with a smile.

"If you have money, you can't do whatever you want, maybe it's because my sister is beautiful that she can do whatever she wants? "

Yan smiled like an unscrupulous big sister, and Qi Lin pursed her lips.

Sure enough, after following the night for a long time, it will be more or less contaminated with some bad habits.

You see, Sister Yan is such a girl.

It's okay to meet all kinds of unscrupulous big sisters after meeting Lingye.,This also learns the other party's narcissistic set.。

Is this really the red one who is close to Zhu and the one who is close to the ink black?

And although Sister Yan is very good-looking, it feels really strange to say such things from the mouth of the person concerned.

How to put it, there is a feeling of self-selling and boasting.

Sure enough, he was still damaged by this guy Lingye, Qi Lin couldn't help but squint her eyes and secretly spit out.

A few people walked into the hotel room, put their things away, and after they finished cleaning up, the two girls began to think about which attraction they should go to.

The main thing is that Qi Lin wants to take a walk more, after all, it is rare to have a rare opportunity to travel once.

In the United States, I encountered Raccoon City again, and Los Santos itself is also a fast-paced big city.

Now that she has come to Europe, which has a slower pace and is still an ancient city in France, she naturally wants to take a closer look and slow down her mood.

Compared to when two girls are discussing where to go shopping.

Lingye on the side felt a little difficult.

Qi Lin didn't know that Yan was an angel yet, but she knew her identity, and if she did something by herself, Qi Lin would definitely help cover up.

On the surface, Yan is kept in the dark, but in fact, Qi Lin is the one who is kept in the dark.

And as an unscrupulous big sister, Yan was also very happy to watch Qi Lin help herself cover in front of her.

In case her identity is exposed in the future, Lingye feels that Qi Lin will definitely die on the spot.

Thinking of the little milk cat's fierce expression and gritting his teeth and planning to bite himself at any time, the corners of Lingye's mouth twitched.

The little milk cat is not easy to coax, and in order to make the other party less socially dead, it is better to minimize this situation.

And Ling Ye had a hunch, he felt that Qi Lin would definitely know Yan's identity in the near future, this feeling was very inexplicable but very strong.

In the end, Lingye decided to go to the gates of hell alone.

After making up his mind, he no longer hesitated, but told the two of them that he was going to catch up on sleep, and then he went straight into the bedroom and closed the door.

Under normal circumstances, Kirin and Hiko should not come over to disturb.

If any of them came over and saw that they were not in the bedroom, they would probably think that they had something important to deal with and would definitely remain silent.

Qi Lin covered and Yan pretended to be stupid, so that neither of them was too embarrassed.

The moment Lingye closed the bedroom door, his figure disappeared directly in place.

When they reappeared, they were already in a secluded alley.

He glanced at St. Paul's Cathedral in the distance, which was a landmark.

The Gothic architecture is unusually striking, and Lingye leans against the wall and listens to the neat chanting of chants from the distant church.

Lingye didn't immediately go to the gates of hell, but leaned against the wall and listened quietly to the neat chants in the church.

I have to say that these things can really soothe people's moods, and the spiritual night is no exception.

After listening for a while, Lingye lit a cigarette and walked unhurriedly towards the church.

That's right, the location of the Gates of Hell this time is near the church.

There are not many pedestrians on the streets, and Lingye is not in a hurry.

It's a pity that because of his high appearance, the return rate along the way has risen wildly, and even many young ladies have come forward to ask for his phone number.

Ling Ye felt very distressed about this, there was no way, it was born to be handsome.

After politely declining today's tenth girl's invitation to her for a date, Lingye finally came to the church where she was going on this trip.

St. Paul's Cathedral, there are many churches that call this name in Europe.

But in France, it is the only church of Saint-Paul that is famous for its Gothic style.

He snapped his fingers slightly, and his figure seemed to be enveloped in an extra layer of energy.

Originally, he could still cause a high rate of return, but no one continued to look at him at this time.

Lingye walked through the church gate and walked through the fenced area.

Walk through the quiet path to the back of the church, which is a quiet place with a few tombstones scattered around.

It seems that this is the cemetery of the church, and it is usually buried in such places that either religious nobles and celebrities or clergy.

Generally speaking, they are basically some characters who are either rich or expensive.

Walk through the cemetery to one of the deepest and most secluded corners.

With a slight wave of his arm, an invisible barrier formed, enveloping the area in an instant.

If there are nuns and tourists passing by here, they will subconsciously avoid or ignore this area.

It's a small trick he uses a lot.

After all, sometimes this small method is used when dealing with some scenes that are inconvenient for ordinary people to see, saving time and effort.

He looked around, and many of the landscapes and buildings were slightly different from his own world.

This is normal behavior, and it is impossible to have something in another world, and there must be something in this world.

If that were the case, Lingye wouldn't have to go through the trouble of going around to open the gates of hell.

Retracting some scattered thoughts, he found a relatively empty place. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

There is no cemetery in this area, and the whole is relatively flat.

Ling Ye took out a bottle of red powder from his carry-on space, which was the powder ground from the flesh of the hell lizard.

For some cultists and witchers, these are some very good mediums.

In the spirit of being able to save a little effort, Lingye did not carry out too complicated Hell Gate summoning.

Opening the bottle containing the powder, he took the cap of the bottle and began to sprinkle the powder in the cemetery.

When he was done, he drew a classic reversed pentagram pattern using the blood of some kind of infernal creature in the very center of the surrounding powder.

These steps are still relatively important for Lingye now, but fortunately, he always has materials in his personal space.

After about five minutes of drawing, the inverse pentagram had already been drawn by Lingye.

At the same time, there are some important summons necessary to summon the gates of hell in different places in the five corners, and most of them are relatively precious hellish creatures.

Just kidding, the gates of hell aren't something anyone can open if they want to.

Although it seems that the steps are simple, these raw materials alone are enough for some people who want to fight the gates of hell for a long time.

"'..Whew'!"

He blew away a handful of sand condensed by magic in his hand, and inserted the long knife vertically into the pattern in the corner of the formation.

Ling Ye just inserted the long knife into the ground, he slightly held the handle of the knife and stood in the formation signature, and began to chant some muffled chants from time to time.

Murmurs of obscurity came out of his mouth, and the sheath of the disobedient sword began to glow black and red.

Lingye carefully felt the breath in the space, and suddenly, a sulfur smell came.

When I smell this smell, Lingye's eyes obviously light up!

The presence of sulfur is also proof that there are hellish creatures around, which is the most intuitive manifestation.

The smell of sulfur in the air became heavier and heavier, and I felt the originally calm space rippling with spatial ripples visible to the naked eye.

In the next moment, Lingye's robe rose automatically without wind.

It was as if an invisible breeze was blowing through a corner of the world.

The original black-red glimmer on his body became stronger and stronger.

This knife is a product of hell, and it was one of Daddy's matching swords back then.

The reason why he chose to insert the rebellion into the corner of the formation is, in the final analysis, the most critical core of this summoning ritual is that the things of hell attract each other after all.

Disobedience, as well as the corpses and blood of the hellish creatures that were taken out, are all attracted.

Feeling the almost distorted fluctuations coming from the space, Lingye didn't panic at all, he even had time to light a cigarette and wait slowly.

After about three minutes or so, the breeze suddenly increased. (Zhao's)

Furious clouds and lightning swirled overhead, the wind howled, and the clothes of the night were blown and hunted.

The scene was like the end of the world, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Do you want to make such an exaggeration, just summon a gate of hell?

Feeling that the space beside him was being torn inch by inch, Ling Ye took the long knife back, but this time it was not placed in the carry-on space, but fixed the long knife on the buckle on the side of his waist.

The dark clouds overhead gradually converged into the shape of the eye of the storm, and the lightning and thunder seemed to be rolling and surging within the thundercloud, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

The smell of sulfur intensified, and suddenly, the surrounding space was torn into small cracks, but this time it was not quickly repaired.

The crack gradually increases over time.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt fell, and the world seemed to have some kind of rejection, trying to prevent something from coming.

The thick smoke and dust from the thunder and lightning cleared, and a large gate as black as ink and about twenty meters high rose out of thin air.

The gates were carved with dense lines of obscure runes and skulls of all kinds, whether smiling, painful, pleading, or hideous.

The expression of each skull is different, and if you look closely, there are hundreds of skull patterns combined.

The pitch-black door, the scarlet pattern, and the suffocating smell of sulfur in the air.

and the gate itself exuding endless evil thoughts and desires all the time.

The strange and evil aura spread wildly in all directions, as if it was about to sprinkle endless sins on the entire human world.

The Gates of Hell, Coming!.