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Text Chapter 998: Missionary War

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    But today a miracle will happen. An old man wearing coarse clothes and a kind face walks in. The arrival of a stranger makes the two teenagers look frightened.

    The older boy, about 11 or 12 years old, stood in front of his younger brother and his mother who was sick in bed. He trembled all over and said, "What are you going to do? We have no money and food."

    The old man looked at the young man and said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, I am a messenger of God. I came here under the guidance of God to save you from suffering."

    A faint radiance rose from the old man's body, making him look so sacred at this moment. Warm and soft power enveloped the entire room. The two teenagers felt that their cold bodies had become warm, and those who were lying on the bed waiting to die  My mother also quickly regained her vitality under this warm light.

    The thin young brother looked at the glittering Fiscilla and said timidly: "Who is God? Can you save our mother?"

    Looking at the young man full of hope, Fiscilla's heart trembled. This young man was just like his past, living a precarious life. If he hadn't entered the kingdom of gods, maybe he would be like the middle-aged man on this bed.  Like women, they come to a miserable end.

    Physila¡¯s face became solemn: ¡°God loves the world, and the Lord of Redeemer will save all suffering in the world. Those who believe in our Lord will have eternal life.¡±

    As the holy words came out, a piece of golden light fell on the middle-aged woman's thin body, quickly restoring her blood color. Countless black energy was eliminated from the withered body, which was a gloomy atmosphere and a trace of vitality.  Quickly filled her body.

    A moan of relief from the pain came from the woman's mouth, and then the two teenagers watched their mother's pale face quickly return to rosy. The mother seemed to have strength, and slowly sat up, looking at them and Feisila, wondering what was going on.  What.

    The woman looked at the two children with confused eyes and said, "What happened? Am I dead?"

    The two teenagers threw themselves into the woman's arms and cried loudly.  It is heartbreaking, smells sad, and makes the listener cry, as if all the fear accumulated in the heart in the past few days is about to burst out.

    Physila didn¡¯t say much.  He turned around and left this dilapidated world, leaving only one sentence: "There are no miracles in this world, but my God will bring miracles. Those who believe in my God will have eternal life."

    This miraculous scene is constantly happening.  In just a few days, everyone knew that in the slums, several people who claimed to be messengers of God appeared. They brought miracles, saved more than a dozen people who were on the verge of death, and spread the name  The divine name of the Redeemer.

    Soon a large number of people in the slums believed in the Redeemer, because they received benefits, treatment, and sometimes food and work.  A business group called the Redemption Chamber of Commerce arrived and brought a large amount of goods to sell in the city. They quickly established a stronghold and began to set up camp.  Hidden in this caravan were all the warriors in the Redeemer's base, and he himself became the leader of the chamber of commerce, quietly observing the changes in things.

    What happened in the slums quickly spread to the ears of the wizard who ruled the city, and then he sent his own soldiers to invite Fiscilla to enter the mage tower and received the invitation.  Fisila quickly asked the Lord of Redeemer for instructions, and after receiving confirmation, he entered the mage tower alone.

    In the mage tower, Fiscilla came to a hall.  An old man wearing exquisite robes sat on a golden throne, which was a pure golden throne.

    The wizard held a snow-white scepter in his hand, with a ruby ??inlaid on the top of the scepter. The wizard looked at Fiscilla and said slowly: "Mysterious strong man, I don't know why you came here, but your  Your behavior has destroyed the order I established and disrupted my city. Now, I order you to leave here and disappear with all your people."

    Looking at the cold-faced wizard, Feisila said solemnly: "I cannot agree to your request. I come to preach on behalf of God. No one can block the glory of God. Anyone who blocks it will be spurned by God. This  It is the choice of the world, God is the master of the world, the destination of all sentient beings, I will not agree to your request."

    The old wizard looked at Fiscilla and listened to his words: "Since you don't want to leave, there's no need to leave. Just die here."

    The old wizard¡¯s scepter hit the ground, and countless auras rose up in the entire room as he breathed. The witchcraft words flashed on the wall, turning into wind blades and striking towards Fiscilla.

    Thousands of wind blades are simply a death trap. This is the power of the spell tower. In this, the wizard can exert his own combat power several times, plus various pre-prepared spell attacks, even on the wall.  Characters of the same level are not opponents.

    Feixila looked at the wind blade coming towards her face and said solemnly:There is a sacred saying: "God said, let all things retreat."

    The radiance rose, and the Divine Light Shield, a gray-golden light shield enveloped him, blocking attacks from all directions.

    Dangdangdang

    The loud sound of the wind blade's attack on the Holy Light Shield continued to sound. The harsh sound was like the sound of grinding fine iron. However, such a terrifying attack only dimmed the brilliance of the Holy Light Shield, but it was obvious that the Holy Light Shield still held up.  live.

    When the old wizard saw this scene, his eyes were shocked. He could feel that the holy light contained a mysterious and great power, which resonated with the energy in the void. It was obviously a fifth-level spell, and he had  With the blessing of the spell tower, the power was several times greater than his own, but it was unable to defeat the fifth-level spell cast by the opponent with his own power, which shocked him inexplicably.

    He felt a huge threat in his heart. The old wizard had a huge sense of threat to the person who claimed to be the messenger of God, and his murderous intention was even more intense. He would never allow this kind of existence that could threaten his rule to continue to exist in his life.  The territory of Mt.

    While he was thinking, Fiscilla spat out another holy word: "God said, anyone who doesn't believe in me will fall into hell forever."

    The gray-gold flame rose and turned into a fire dragon and rushed towards the old wizard. The huge flames distorted the air, and the power to purify everything rolled in it. Wherever it passed, the wind blade was shattered and burned into nothingness.

    The old wizard's pupils shrank, he thrust the scepter in his hand into the ground, and a red defensive shield rose to block the fire dragon. At the same time, countless spell gestures flashed in his hand, and cold spells sounded.

    Boom

    Amidst the loud noise, the shield raised by the old wizard trembled, and countless cracks were densely covered on it. The old wizard's eyes showed horror, and then he quickly recited the last spell: "Ice Storm" (To be continued.)

    Come to the pavilion and you will have a view.¡¿
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