The sacred right side of a certain comic

The Holy Right on Roy's right shoulder was inserted into an imaginary space. When it was slowly retracted, a shining crystal was already held in the palm of his hand, which is where the name 'Spiritual Base' lies.

Regardless of whether it is a God of Disobedience or a Servant, because they are all incarnations that come from intelligence information, the spiritual base is the core of the incarnation. Whether it is a god or a heroic spirit, if it wants to exert its own power, it needs the spiritual base as a support. The more powerful it is, the more powerful it is. The followers and disobedient gods need stronger spiritual foundations, otherwise it will be impossible to come.

This Spiritual Foundation, which had been prepared by Duke Baiyi for eight hundred years and was constructed through the sacrifice of all the secret treasures of a God-era ruins, is extremely powerful and rare. It is even the most powerful Spiritual Foundation that Roy has seen so far. Even among the gods he killed in the world of Godslayers, none of them had such a powerful spiritual foundation.

"That's why it can serve as the carrier of the main god. Otherwise, how could the supreme god of Slavic mythology really appear as the God of Disobedience? Of course, the information about Sventovit left in the ruins is also an important medium."

Roy collected this spiritual base. If he was still a pure God-killer, he would definitely fuse it to enhance his power. However, now that Roy's realm has reached the peak of human power, the God-killer's The identity is not important. He vaguely feels that this spiritual foundation will be useful in the future.

Moreover, in modern times, this is definitely a secret treasure among secret treasures. Rather than leaving it to others, it is of course better to keep it yourself.

"It's over, Lucky!"

The 'Holy Right' on Roy's right shoulder completely disappeared. He turned around with a smile and looked at Alter Luqi behind him, as if he had not experienced a battle at all, but just fought. A warm-up exercise, not to mention injured, not even out of breath.

Because Eltruqi was standing behind Roy, she was also the only one who was not injured at all in the Tunguska explosion. As for The other Death Apostle family members of Elter Luci also suffered heavy losses at this time.

Roy still completed what he should do as the spokesperson of the Lord, as an angel, and as the guardian of human nature, even if those Death Apostles were He did not hesitate to kill most of the troops belonging to Eltelluqi.

Eltelluqi had already expected this. This was the Roy Crowley she knew. See He seems frivolous and seems to be interested in her body, but he will never make a principled mistake because of"lust". It is his determination that makes his way of life full of charm.

"Yeah, it's finally over……"

Ancient Red's expression was complicated. She sighed slightly. Her pretty figure was like a blooming flower from the other side of the land that had become a hell. She was stubborn and charming, adding a touch of the beauty of nature to this distorted scene like an underworld. and soft.

Eltluqi turned sideways and glanced at her family members. The black and white knight was seriously injured, and more than half of the dead disciples were killed or injured. Casey Palug did not release the magic power, so he cleverly hid on her shoulder when the energy exploded. There was no injury at all. Although her body had almost recovered from the hidden injuries, overall, the Black Princess faction of the Dead Apostles suffered a huge loss in this battle and was weaker than before.

However, strength is never absolute, but relative. For example, Alter Luci's biggest enemy is White Wing Duke. As long as the opponent's losses are heavier than hers, she will still be the winner in terms of the result.

Just when Ancient Red was thinking about what was going on with Lord White Wings, Roy seemed to see through her thoughts and explained:"……Travam Ottenloter was not dead, but his injuries were extremely serious. Even as the oldest Death Apostle, he would not be able to recover for a hundred years. Most of his direct Death Apostles were also dead. As for how many ancestors of the Dead Apostles died, I don't know, but almost all the ancestors of the Dead Apostles who firmly supported him are dead."

Roy said nonchalantly that the Death Apostles, one of the three major forces in the mysterious world, was almost completely abolished, as if this kind of thing was not worth anything to him at all, and it could not even become a piece of his own glory. Medals have no effect

"So, my suggestion is that you start hunting him now. Since he has been hunting you for eight hundred years, I don’t think you will let him go so easily, Luci? In the next few hundred years, the offensive and defensive momentum between you will reverse, and you can start to hunt him down and clean up his faction."

After speaking, Roy smiled tenderly at Eltrucci, flicked his gorgeous robe slightly in the air that still smelled of blood and sulfur, and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?"

Alter Luqi looked at his back, feeling a little uncomfortable, and subconsciously shouted

"Everything is settled, of course we have to go home."

Roy stopped and said with a slight smile with his head tilted to one side. Eltruqi could only see his side face like an undulating mountain.

"go home? Is... going back to the church in St. Petersburg?"

Ancient Red bit her jade lips, raised her eyebrows, and asked softly.

Obviously this 'natural disaster'-like monster is leaving, and as a Death Apostle, she should be celebrating, but Eltrucci can feel it. A feeling of reluctance in my heart

"For the time being, I have nowhere to go. I will probably live in St. Petersburg for the next ten years. As for the future, there is a high probability that I will move to London. If you have free time, Luci, you are welcome to come and play with me."

While talking and laughing, Roy's figure just walked away, towards the direction where the church was gathering.

"I don’t want to go to church."

Alter Luqi lightly stomped her little feet. The snow-white jade feet formed a strong contrast with the dark and twisted rocks under her feet. She thought of what had happened in the church over the past year, and there was a trace of shame and anger in it. Miss her.

It was the most peaceful year she had lived in the past hundreds of years. Even now that the strength comparison between her and Bai Yigong has reversed, she will never have that peace of mind again, because no matter whether she is chasing The life of killing or being hunted is not that happy.

After taking a deep look at the departing figure, Ancient Red made a decision.

……

The magicians of the Magic Association have long since run away. After regrouping, Altruchi's Death Apostles will also start to hunt down White Wing Duke. As the victor, the Holy Church will also gather its remaining soldiers and return to St. Petersburg.

Not many church members died at the hands of the Dead Apostles in this battle. Most of the dead died in the aftermath of the Tunguska explosion. For Roy, these church members were originally connected to the burial institutions in the past. Cleaning out a batch this time can be regarded as satisfying his request.

These clergymen have long regarded Roy as an angel sent to the world by the Lord and as a 'prophet'. They did not care at all about the clergymen he accidentally killed. They even thought that those who died must have ascended to heaven and returned to the Lord. embrace.

When he arrived, the Dead Apostles, the Magic Association, and the Church were all powerful. When he returned, even the victorious Church was scattered and looked very broken. This time, Roy could be said to have cleansed the modern mysterious world. After a while, they are unlikely to have much impact on the outside world in the next hundred years.

‘Because the influence of mystery begins to decrease, the process of human science will accelerate in the future.And the explosion of technology? '

Roy touched his chin and thought, feeling that it might be because of himself that the rapid progress of human science and technology in the future would be impossible.

Just when he was thinking wildly, the church troops suddenly stopped, because in front of them there was a pure white figure standing in the middle of the road with her hands behind her back. She raised her toes, revealing her bright smile like a little girl next door. The smile seemed to be waiting for their arrival.