Chapter 250 Witness

Last silently used his psychic eye to observe the sleeping figure. He could not see any color or fluctuation, which was completely different from the deep black hole on the body of the untouchable.

But this sign of no psychic energy still made Last feel strange. This thing was like a soulless stone. If it was replaced with some instruments to check psychic energy, those instruments would not report any data.

But as Last's psychic eye locked onto the item on the neck of the thing, he felt inexplicable fear.

The non-reflective metal disc observed by the naked eye was like a black hole under the observation of the psychic eye, constantly devouring the psychic energy projected by the spiritual eye. Last even felt that his soul was faintly affected.

He quickly retracted his gaze and forcibly manipulated the psychic eye to move down. He observed the blood-stained double-headed eagle statue.

There were golden holy flames and bloody mist surging on it. These different forces were fighting on the statue, and no one could do anything to anyone.

This power is so magnificent that even a small leak can make Rasta's psychic energy fall into two states of rage and indifference. He suppressed his fear from the soul.

Seeing the head of this thing wrapped in thick blood mist, these strange things coiled around his head and rushed towards Rasta's disrespectful gaze.

No! Such great power!

Rasta can already see the moment when he is completely contaminated by this bloody and evil blasphemous power. At that time, he will lose control and his psychic energy will boil.

Flesh and soul will turn into a subspace portal, constantly attracting more demons to rush towards this world.

No! This can't happen! I have an agreement with Inquisitor Omar! I can't let that child down! I want it! I must self-destruct before I lose control!

Rasta began to mobilize the soul and completely destroy himself, and then the psychic power he drew out and the scarlet power surging from the mysterious head were sucked into the metal disc like a black hole.

Huhu. What is that?

Rasta was panting, his psychic vision disappeared, only the trembling of his hand holding the eagle staff and the cold sweat on his forehead proved how dangerous the scene he had just experienced.

He looked back at Inquisitor Omar and spoke to him with his psychic power.

"Don't provoke that thing. He is not a demon, but more complicated. I almost had my psychic power detonated by him."

Inquisitor Omar nodded calmly, and his face hidden under the robe became more solemn. He knew the level of Rasta's psychic power.

He looked at the bishops' troops who used all their strength but could not hurt the sleeping figure at all, and he felt even more heavy in his heart.

The situation on this planet is getting more and more complicated, and the power at his hand is so little.

"But. That thing, I didn't feel his blasphemous taste, the holy object on him must be of great origin."

Holy object. Inquisitor Omar called the angry bishop.

"Bishop Marian, please wait a moment. Please allow me to check the items on him."

"Items? Why talk about such blasphemous things! The truth explained by the Emperor's words is to exterminate all blasphemous things!"

"Then is your explanation useful? I see your men have already finished a round of bullets. Those consecrated weapons are not cheap."

"You!"

Bishop Marian was speechless by Inquisitor Omar. His men's attacks were indeed useless. The snoring of that thing was the best mockery of them.

"Stop!"

Under the order of the bishop, the battle sisters and crusaders crowded in the bunker stepped back a few steps to make way for Inquisitor Omar, but the dissatisfaction and disdain in their eyes were not concealed.

Omar did not care about the attitude of Marian and his men, but just moved in front of the sleeping thing.

He stretched out his finger, a little hesitant. But he slowly touched the bloody holy image.

What did he see the moment he touched it? He saw the magnificent golden hall, the overlapping mausoleums of martyrs, and the imperial soldiers who were always watching.

Is this the golden throne?

Omar was trapped in this illusion and couldn't extricate himself, but then he saw flames and sulfur, blood-thirsty demons and the scarlet figure sitting on the throne.

The evil god who covered the sky and the sun slowly stood up, picked up the heavy sword and slashed at Omar.

Omar, who was sweating coldly, seemed to have seen the end of his own destruction and the end of being completely chopped by the heavy sword.

He couldn't say anything, and could only wait for death with his whole body stiff.

Suddenly he saw an illusion of a black hole swallowing everything, and Omar began to move his body. He knelt on the ground trembling and gasping.

This situation is exactly the same as what Lakulas's words said. Is this a revelation? Or a trap?

Blinking hard and quickly, he looked back at Bishop Marian, "He's fine."

"No problem? I think you've fallen! Heretic!"

Bishop Marian didn't trust Omar's words at all. He shouted and the Crusaders and the Sisters of Battle raised their weapons again, but this time the target was not the sleeping thing on the ground, but Inquisitor Omar and his men.

The bunker was tense and ready for a fight at any time.

Last sighed and tapped the ground with his staff. An invisible wave pushed Bishop Marian and his men into a group and shared the vision of the psychic eye.

Marian saw it, and the fanatical battle sisters and the crusaders also saw it. They saw the holy light, the scarlet blood, and the devouring black hole. They were excited, trembling, and awakened.

Omar looked at Bishop Marian's dazed eyes and knew that he had understood what he meant. He snapped his fingers to let everyone react.

"Do you remember the words of the third chapter, section 17, and paragraph 5 of the holy words left by Saint Lakulas?"

"Of course I remember. The chosen one of the Emperor of God will fall into the mortal world. He is wrapped in scarlet, sacred, and deep power. He walks on the earth, guides the people, and implements the will of the Emperor of God!"

"The scarlet is disintegrated by the deep, the sacred shines from his body, and all living beings are redeemed. In the long years, there is no enemy and no obstacle."

Omar and Marian finished reciting together. Bishop Marian looked at Omar in disbelief, "Our salvation."

"It is in him, the son of the prophecy of Saint Lakulas."

"Great! Great! What a glory! What a joy! What a gift to the pious!"

Bishop Marian happily sang the hymn, and everyone could see the joy on his face. The other battle sisters and crusaders who witnessed the holy moment also fell into a frenzy.

"So, you know what to do, right?"

There are both male and female saints, and their existence makes the faith of the state religion a little more humane. After all, you can't see the emperor, but you can really see the benevolent saints.