In the middle of the endless desert, the brown yellow sand stretches as far as the eye can see, above the hills.
A building comes into view.
The triangular roof, the towering cross, the white bell tower, the cross pattern can be seen everywhere, the semicircular arched windows, and the stone bars full of ancient atmosphere.
This is the temple of the Cult of Light.
Bang!
At the entrance of the white temple, the wooden door slammed open.
Chu Wangxian had already seen this temple and knew the name of this church.
"Church of the Holy Sepulchre!"
Chu Wangxian skimmed his memory and spoke.
"The prophet is amazing, this is the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, where the tomb of Jesus is located.
The Church of the Holy Sepulchre, which we see today, was rebuilt in the 12th century, and the original Church of the Holy Sepulchre is what it looks like.
Rasputin began.
He also knew this secret in the classics, and he didn't expect Chu Wangxian to know it.
In the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, a black-robed alchemist walked out.
The alchemist was like a martyr, carrying a huge wooden cross, which was three stories high.
"This is a weapon?"
The Holy Maiden of Anfia looked strange.
The cross is too big, even if it were used as a sledgehammer.
"The saint is still too young!"
Rasputin, who had lived for a century and a half, glanced at Jiang was still old and spicy, and he hated it, "This is the real cross!"
” True cross!
The holy relic of the Cult of the Illuminati is believed to be the crucifix of the prophet Jesus.
"He is the master of the world of the Cross City, Pilate, who has drawn us into the inherent barrier!"
Rasputin knew this man, and it was clear from his solemn look that this Pilate was a formidable enemy.
"If we don't kill him, we'll never get out!"
Rustling footsteps.
Pilate came with a true cross in his arms, a man in his fifties, with thin cheeks, deep blue eyes, a pious face, and a black burqa in the simplest of all.
"Pilate, see the prophet, you don't kneel, but you are facing each other with swords!"
Rasputin stepped forward to stop and scold.
"Prophet?
There is only one prophet of Pilate's faith, a Chinese, and what kind of prophet is I.
You blaspheme the prophets, this is an unpardonable capital sin.
Pilate shook his head.
Looking at Chu Wangxian is like looking at the demons of hell.
"Pilate?
Who are you Pontius Pilate?
Chu Wangxian asked.
He smiled at this man in simple clothes, and at the same time Pilate was also looking at Chu Wangxian, a Chinese man, even his face disgusted him.
"Pontius Pilate is my ancestor, and this is the sin of our people, and it is up to me to forgive it."
Pilate replied faintly.
Rasputin watched as the two of them talked.
A Chinese person actually knows the history of the Bright God Sect well, such as a few treasures, Chu Wangxian is indeed a prophet.
Pontius Pilate.
Two thousand years ago, he ordered the execution of the prophet Jesus by the governor of Judea, the governor of Judea.
"Huaxia people, you have really put in a lot of hard work in order to disguise the prophet."
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Pilate looked at Chu Wangxian seriously.
"We don't care how you make waves in the East, but it is a great sin for you to do whatever you want in the West.
I, Pilate, advise you that only by kneeling before the true cross and confessing can you be forgiven for your great sins. ” Seeing that Chu Wangxian was unmoved, when his words were in his ears, Pilate looked at it coldly, and he threw his right hand hard, inserting the true cross in the desert.
"This is your last chance!"
Pilate looked at Chu Wangxian with eyes like an eagle.
"Opportunity, only I, Chu Wangxian, give others a chance, there is no reason for others to give me a chance."
Chu Wangxian said coldly, he looked at it and put his hands behind his back.
"Presumptuous!"
Pilate was furious.
His face sank, and the alchemy array in the palm of his right hand flickered, and the red lines were particularly dazzling.
"Huaxia people, I was originally ready to forgive your sins, but unfortunately, your sins are too great to be accommodated even if they are too Western."
There was a burst of shouts, as if the power that suppressed the heavens descended from the sky to the top of the head.
"As my enemies, I respect you, so that you can see the power of God, and the Chinese people, even in hell, must remember the power of God."
Pilate held up the true cross and shouted the prophet's name into the air.
"Wake up!
Heroic Crusader warriors, your names are chanted in the sky, calling you to show your strength. ” The scorching sunlight seems to be cut inch by inch.
Gusts of wind and sand suddenly blew up, like the roar of hell, tragic and terrifying.
Anfia rubbed the sand from her eyes and watched the changes in front of her.
Although she knew something about the Inherent Barrier, it was the first time she had seen the Inherent Barrier as vast as the world.
Boom Boom!
On top of the dunes, the sand arches itself into a mound, on which a cross rises.
One, two, three, four......
More and more, tens of thousands of graves rise from the desert, and it becomes like a world of tombs, surrounding people in the center.
One by one, heavily armed soldiers, crawled out of the graves.
At first, there were only a few people, and then the number grew.
One, two, three...... 10, 100, 1,000 people......
They formed dozens of medieval military formations, and as many as tens of thousands of troops oppressed them, completely overwhelmed by them.
A phalanx of French infantry in fine chain mail.
A fierce German plate knight riding a tall horse.
A row of British archers with English longbows on their backs.
Groups of pious monks of the Cult of Light dressed in white robes.
Countless war drums were beaten, like waves crashing by, shocking the heavens and the earth.
The Crusader generals stood at the head of the army, dressed in armor with a cross on it, and their faces were pious and resolute, as if they were living people.
Mighty!
Heroic!
Majestic, unbeatable!
Anfia's face became more and more ugly, this was not a call of the dead at all, but a living breath.
She only now knew how terrible the Cult of Light was terrifying.
"Look clearly, the Crusaders are unparalleled in the world!
Defeat the invincible army of the Evil Cult.
This is the master of my Cross City world, Pilate. ” Tens of thousands of people roared in unison, and the roar was like a huge thunder.
Pilate held aloft the true cross, and the true cross shone in the sun.
"Warriors of the Crusaders, what should you do now that there are false prophets at hand?"
"Kill!
Kill!
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Kill!
” The sound of the hosts was like thunder, shouting in unison, resounding throughout the world.
"False prophet, have you thought about it?
Be the enemy of God's warriors and go to hell. ” Pilate looked confidently, as if he had seen pale faces, trembling in front of an invincible army.
This is the invincible military array that he spent a hundred years refining in.
Soon, the false prophet will kneel.
"Huaxia people, you still don't kneel!"
Pilate watched with pity and gave Chu Wangxian one last chance.
Chu Wangxian shook his head in disdain, and looked at the huge military array with contempt.
"It's ridiculous, the souls of the defeated crusaders in the Battle of Harding, and the destroyed True Cross, have been re-refined by you, you think that with these rags, you can be presumptuous in front of me!"
"Tattered!"
Pilate gritted his teeth, anger rising.
This Chinese man fell into hell with an iron heart.
"God's forgiveness is limited, Huaxia, you dare to rebel against God's army."
Chu Wangxian was fearless, and sneered, "Pilate, refining the human body is a great sin, and I will also give you a chance to kneel in front of me, otherwise I will break your inherent barrier!"
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