203. Chapter 203 The birth of god-level spiritual texts

Author: seedless melon

Chapter 203 The Birth of God-Level Spiritual Texts

The Holy See may accommodate any reasonable request by each finalist participant, except for the infliction of harm to other participants in the course of the competition.

This reasonable range even includes several or even dozens of human lives. Chen Angxing, a noble astrologer, has also embarked on the crazy path of Professor Yang using human beings to make materials, or his past arrogance and glory made Chen Angxing spurn this

This kind of behavior, but under Da Vinci's terrifying and heavy black pressure, he threw himself into madness without hesitation.

Throughout the night, the underground palace echoed with the screams of the guards selected by Chen Anxing. Chen Anxing seemed to have made up his mind to use this method to interfere with his two opponents. This method was indeed effective, at least for Professor Yang's work.

Being slowed down, Lilith's 'share' consumption is also intensifying, and Truman is also facing this kind of mental torture.

Any normal human being will experience this kind of torture once he falls into a crazy country like Angsa. He will either die, go crazy, or struggle hard in death and madness. This country has that absurd and black temperament, and it becomes more and more...

The more contact you make, the scarier it becomes. If you no longer resist this absurdity and horror, then you are already crazy.

Chen Angxing's combat methods effectively delayed the progress of the two opponents, but for now, the progress of Truman's group is still the fastest. The copper sheets copied from the Lingwen typewriter were gathered into a pile.

Gradually a spiritual radiance emerged.

Every piece of copper is glowing, which means that their gathering has gradually formed this huge and mysterious spiritual text as a whole.

In the past, physical phenomena that would only appear after translation appeared at this moment only because of the convergence of carriers, which also proved the power of the god-level spiritual text. Even without translation, it absorbed a large amount of free spirituality.

This abnormality attracted the attention of the other two groups, and realizing that failure was imminent, their methods became even more outrageous.

Although the existence of Bishop Da Vinci limits their possibility of using force to interfere with other contestants, since Chen Angxing's method of torturing the guards is allowed, Professor Yang has more options.

"Truman, I know that you are the owner of the extraordinary power of the 'Actor' sequence." Professor Yang suddenly said, "Does the lady next to you know that your incarnation is the Moon Night Knight?"

His voice penetrated the silence of the underground palace and reached the ears of Truman and Lilith.

Lilith looked at Truman in surprise.

Truman shrugged, "Absurd rhetoric."

"Indeed, Moon Night Knight is so crazy, but you are normal." Lilith said.

"Professor Yang, should I call you Professor Yang or Feng Eve?" Truman also shouted, "You have repeatedly pretended to be someone else and interfered with the progress of the spiritual competition. Will the Holy See let you go?"

"The one the Holy See will not let go of is you." Professor Yang sneered, "God-level spiritual texts are the target that the Holy See wants. In order to prevent you from escaping, the Moon Night Knight must have died in the hands of a certain bishop, right? Even if you obtain

Victory, what do you think your fate will be? You get the god-level spiritual text, and then...ah!"

Professor Yang screamed in agony, presumably because he had been punished by Bishop Leonardo da Vinci for revealing the true intentions of the Holy See.

So in this war of words, Truman was the winner, but Professor Yang did say what he was most worried about, and the speed of the Lingwen typewriter he operated also slowed down.

Lilith noticed something unusual about Truman, and looked at Truman with her calm eyes, seemingly doubtful.

Truman and Lilith have known each other for less than half a year, but she has become Truman's only concern in another world. Now the two of them are in danger. Truman knows several levels of information more than Lilith, but he still cannot

After understanding all the truth, Lilith is even more ignorant about everything.

"We must win first." Truman whispered to Lilith, repeating what she had said before, "If we win, we may live, but if we lose, we will definitely die."

The Pope's threat is still unclear, Professor Yang's madness is within reach, the Prime Minister wants Truman dead, and von Eve also has a deep hatred for Truman. No matter who plays Professor Yang, he has the key, which is the Prime Minister's

Man, Truman can't give victory to him.

Lilith nodded to Truman, and rushed to prepare the Lingwen typewriter. She added corrosive solution and copper sheets to the typewriter. One after another thin copper sheets were printed with black fonts, and they were output from the Lingwen typewriter. Truman held them in his hand.

'Heart Monkey' consumes 'share' to add driving force to Lingwen typewriter.

The night has gone.

Dawn is approaching.

Although there is no daylight in the underground palace, there is still a faint light of the rising sun. The light of the rising sun comes from a pile of copper sheets. There are nearly a hundred sheets, each with dozens of spiritual inscriptions on them.

The inscriptions, that is, thousands of words of spiritual text, were copied out of this ruins by Truman and Lilith.

Now, with every additional piece of copper, the spiritual radiance shines brighter. Everyone knows that this god-level spiritual article is only a piece of paper away from being born.

Bishop Leonardo Da Vinci couldn't help but approach the pile of copper pieces. The spiritual radiance shone on his scarred face, shining with enthusiasm and piety.

"Your Majesty the Pope..." Archbishop Leonardo da Vinci murmured, "You are finally coming back."

Suddenly, another kind of bright light illuminated the area. It was a light as white as moonlight. Da Vinci turned his head and saw Archbishop Lyle appearing in the moonlight. Apparently Archbishop Lyle was also about to complete the divine level.

Attracted by spiritual texts.

"The Lord will lead us to one glory after another." Lyle said softly.

"The war is coming, I smell the storm." Da Vinci's tone was full of excitement.

At this moment, the two archbishops came into contact with information about certain events that should not have happened. It smelled like a conspiracy and ambush. If the breath of war was a violent storm, then this incident would be like a cold arrow shot in the dark, deadly and

Danger.

The place where the incident occurred was Habsburg, and the cold wind and arrows contained the sad atmosphere of fratricide.

"Habbs is a cursed name," Archbishop Lyell said.

"We need a war commander, and there is no one more suitable than him, so he must live." Da Vinci said, "I will deal with this matter, and you wait here for the Pope to wake up."

Archbishop Lyle nodded slightly and had no objection to this, but he reminded Da Vinci: "The mother of plagues is there, so be careful."

"Under the 'myth', I have no opponent, it is just a third-level 'legend'." Archbishop Da Vinci didn't care about this. He turned and left, walking towards the outside of the underground palace, his steps gradually became like a chariot.

The roar of driving disappeared in the darkness in an instant.

Archbishop Lyle looked at the three groups of contestants in the underground palace. They were still completing the competition quietly. The conversation between the two archbishops did not reach their ears. The wall of spirituality blocked their eyes, ears and prying eyes. This is this person.

The absolute difference in order.
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