Rebirth of Japanese high school students

"This is the holy light that can cleanse all the sins in the world?" Marcus, who was hit in the chest with unscathed pain, looked at the old pastor Gale with contempt and disdain, "Obviously, your Lord has abandoned you, Father."

"This can only prove that you are a more sinful devil!" Pastor Gale was not ashamed of his weakness at all because of his weakness and glared at the other party. Unfortunately, he did not have stronger abilities, otherwise the devil would have been subjected to divine judgment.

"I know the faces of you, the apostles of God. Anyone who does not convert to you is heresy and devil, right?" Marcus sneered, and then looked at the middle-aged father and son who were frightened by the side. "Mr. Alger, what do you think? If I promise to let you father and son go, then do you still think I am the devil?"

Alger obviously hesitated. If both he and his son could survive, then what if he could admit that the other party was not a devil?

"Don't believe the devil's words, the 'monarchs' of the church will arrive soon. The devil will not have a good end!" Pastor Gale suddenly panicked. The devil likes to seduce the world with beautiful lies, but people are most likely to be tempted.

"Father, it seems that my behavior has caused you to misunderstand." Marcus laughed and looked at him leisurely, like a cat playing with a mouse. "Do you know why I didn't kill you all as soon as I met? It's not because of my kindness, but because I want to wait for that 'monarch' to come and kill you together, it will definitely be wonderful, hahaha..."

A proud and proud laugh rang out throughout the nave space, making the dome seem to tremble.

Pastor Gale did not respond to him, slashing a cross in his chest and muttering to himself.

The Alger and his son shivered aside, not daring to make any changes, fearing that they would attract the devil's attention.

Li Xuehao, who was standing aside, did not show up. It was not yet time for him to take action. Since Marcus was waiting for the "reinforcements" of Pastor Gale and the other two, he happened to take a look at what the "friars" in the church looked like.

After waiting for a few minutes, Li Xuehao suddenly felt aroused his heart and looked outside the hall. He sensed that someone was coming. Moreover, the person coming was not an ordinary person, and he had strong fluctuations in his body.

When the footsteps were almost heard, Marcus, who was standing in the spot to monitor Pastor Gale's three men's every move, suddenly turned his head and looked towards the foyer. There, an old man with gray hair and covered in a chaotic robe that had not been washed for a long time, walked in.

The old man looked bigger than Pastor Gail last year, with wrinkles on his face. He might be over seventy or eighty years old, but his skeleton was tall and thin, but he was not hunched or haggard at all.

Especially the eyes, the shiny light seemed to penetrate someone else's heart. He was holding a silver sword that seemed to be cast from silver. The hilt was in the shape of a cross. The sword body was about 1.5 meters long, but the blades on both sides were not sharp at all. They were not only blunt, but also smooth, as if they were afraid of hurting people.

If the sword body is not too long, a silver sword like this is no different from a child's toy.

Li Xuehao knew that although this cross silver sword was not sharp at all, it contained some special powers. Unlike Onmyoji's gloomy aura, it was also very different from his spiritual energy, but it was similar to the two. They were both a kind of power that could be used to control through practice.

This power is exactly the opposite of the dead energy and evil energy on Marcus, with a sacred breath - of course, Li Xuehao is disdainful of this. The so-called "sacred" is just relative to the evil spirit and death energy. In his opinion, this "sacred" aura is just a relatively peaceful and neutral atmosphere. Compared with his spiritual energy, the most yang and most saint, it is simply a witch.

"Mr. Bilbo, it's great to see you!" When Pastor Gale saw the old man walking in from the foyer, he didn't bother to pray to God and shouted loudly. If it weren't for the Marcus in between, he would have rushed forward with excitement.

"The Lord is with you!" Monk Bilbo held the sword in his left hand and drew a cross on his chest with his right hand, then shot straight at Marcus, who was blocking the middle.

Marcus turned around and handed his entire back to Pastor Gael and the other three, not afraid of being attacked by them at all. Perhaps in his opinion, Pastor Gael and the other three could not hurt him at all. The one who really threatened him was this monk Bilbo.

"I have heard of you, 'Holy Light Cross' Bilbo." Marcus looked at the other party, with alertness and fear in his eyes. The arrogant expression that he had said that he had killed the "serious monk" together would never be seen again. I guess he didn't expect that the person coming would be such a difficult person, and he was not sure to deal with it.

As for whether he regrets it, only he himself knows it.

"No need to say more, the devil must be judged!" Monk Bilbo obviously didn't like nonsense, handed the cross silver sword to his right hand, raised it horizontally, and forced Marcus step by step.

Marcus looked serious. He had no weapons and didn't need them, because the vampire's weapon was his strong body and claws. He raised his hands and raised his huge palms. The fingertips of ten fingers immediately grew long nails, one inch long, like sharp claws.

There was no fluctuation in the eyes of monk Bilbo, as if he had not seen it, and he was carrying the cross silver sword and moving forward with a steady pace, his whole body exuded a sharp and murderous aura.

The seats placed on both sides seemed to be attracted by his momentum and began to shake gently.

Seeing that Monk Bilbo was getting closer and closer and his momentum became stronger and stronger, Marcus knew that he could not let him continue like this, otherwise he would be even more weak.

A red light flashed in his eyes, Marcus roared, and rushed forward in an instant, holding his sharp claws high and swung them down.

"Hmph!" Monk Bilbo snorted angrily, and the cross silver sword turned flexibly in his right hand, slashing out as fast as lightning.

Marcus dared not touch the cross silver sword that looked like a toy for children, because he knew it was the "holy sword" of the church, with the power of the Holy Spirit that could corrupt his body. His claws could not help but retract and grabbed them from the other direction. At the same time, ten dazzling red lights shone out from the tip of his ten fingers, shooting at monk Bilbo.

The monk Bilbo's vacant left hand held a silver cross, and suddenly a ball of white light burst out, facing the ten dazzling red lights.

The red and white light collided, and while colliding with each other, they also crossed the two sides of the fight. Any object that touched these two lights would be cut and shattered in an instant. Whether it was the seats on both sides or the floor covered with bricks and stones, it was like encountering the explosion power of a small bomb, with wood chips flying everywhere and gravel splashing.

As the dust flew, Marcus groaned, and a thick arm was cut down and flew into the air. A bunch of red blood also sprinkled in the air.

However, before the arm landed, the entire arm began to ignite without fire. The burning speed was very fast, and it was burned to ashes in an instant and flew with the wind.

Although Monk Bilbo was also hit by a claw, it was only a flesh wound. The wound left five claw marks on his face. Blood oozed out of the claw marks and dyed half of his cheeks red, but he had no idea, as if his body was not his.

This scene made the Pastor Gale beside him look so energetic. Monk Bilbo deserves to be a powerful "friar", and the devil is no match for him at all.

The Arjie and his son were shocked. At this time, they had long forgotten the worry of being chased by vampires, and were more shocked by the "war situation" in front of them. The seats that were originally placed on both sides of the nave were almost completely destroyed. There was no complete one. The ground was covered with cracks and broken holes, which were in a mess. Is this really a destruction caused by human power?

"'Holy Light Cross', I will be back!" Marcus was cut off one of his arms, and the only thing he received was the flesh wound on the other person's face. He knew that he was not his opponent. After saying this, he leaped up with the force of his feet, and his huge body jumped straight towards the dome above his head.

A glimmer of light flashed in monk Bilbo's eyes, and the cross silver sword in his hand fell to the tip of the sword, and quickly threw it at Marcus's figure with all his strength.

Marcus was shocked when he felt the howling sound from his feet, but he had nowhere to leverage his power in the air. He was not really able to fly. It was too late to avoid him. He felt a pain in his heart. When he lowered his head, a silver sword tip emerged from his chest.

With a loud "bang", Marcus's huge body fell to the ground, and then, like his arm, spontaneously burned without fire, and was instantly burned to ashes, leaving only a silver-shining cross silver sword across the ground.

"The Lord is with you!" Monk Bilbo drew a cross in his chest, walked over, and picked up the cross silver sword on the ground.

"Mr. Bilbo, you are injured." Pastor Gale hurriedly ran over and said anxiously pointing at the five claw marks on his face.

"Yeah." Monk Bilbo nodded, but just wiped the blood marks on his face with his hand, with an expression that he didn't care at all. Compared with the flesh and blood on his face, he cared more about the Cross Silver Sword. Although there was no trace of vampire blood left on it, he wiped the sword body with his worn sleeves.

Over there, seeing the devil being wiped out with one's own eyes, the Alger and his son who felt safe also came over and prepared to thank Monk Bilbo.

Li Xuehao, who was standing invisibly, watched the whole scene. He was planning to leave, but suddenly his eyes narrowed and he looked towards the hall with some incredible surprise, because he felt that someone was coming again.

This time, the person who came this time was beyond his expectations, and was sensed by him almost when he entered the church. Although he did not fully develop his spiritual sense, he could be able to get so close to him, which shows how extraordinary the person came.

Just now, when Monk Bilbo came, he noticed it from afar before he even approached the church. The people who came were now stronger than Monk Bilbo.

Especially, the other party has the same evil and dead energy as Marcus, so there is no doubt that the identity of the visitor is a vampire, and it may be Marcus's accomplice.

"Da~Da~Da~" The clear and crisp footsteps sounded, which was the sound of high heels stepping on the floor. It was particularly harsh in the nave that became quiet after a battle just now.

Monk Bilbo's expression changed suddenly, and the cross silver sword was crossed by him and quickly turned to face the hall.

Pastor Gale and Alger and his son also looked tight and subconsciously shrank behind Monk Bilbo.

As the footsteps grew closer, a red figure appeared in the darkness, walking into the nave like walking in the garden.

It was a tall and slender figure with long silver hair hanging straight on both sides of the shoulders and behind the body. It was even longer than the waist, flowing and beautiful.

She has a delicate and charming appearance, golden pupils, white skin, blood-red lips, and a black suit. However, in addition to the suit, she actually had a long red windbreaker. The windbreaker had no buttons, and she casually tied her waist with the strap on the windbreaker, fully showing her slender waist.

On her feet are a pair of black high heels, flesh-colored stockings, and her legs are slender and sturdy.

She is about twenty years old, and seems to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although her face is young, she has a mature and gorgeous temperament. If she hadn't been too young, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was in her forties or fifties, because her temperament is not something that young people can have.

"Who are you?" The moment Monk Bilbo saw the other party, his body immediately tensed up. He didn't feel a trace of breath from this young woman, as if there was no such person in front of him. This was simply impossible for him, so there was only one explanation. This weird woman was not an ordinary person, or even a human.

"Have Marcus returned to Cain's arms?" said the silver-haired woman with a blank expression, and there were fine silver-white teeth inside her red lips.

"Cain, you are..." Monk Bilbo's expression changed drastically. Cain's apostle was the devil, but he could not even feel the devil's aura on the other party.

"I am the devil in your mouth." The silver-haired woman smiled faintly, then looked at Pastor Gale and Alger and his son behind him, and did not seem to mind admitting her identity as a devil in front of the few people.

"Prince?" Monk Bilbo's face turned pale, and his hand holding the Cross Silver Sword also trembled slightly.

"You're over the prize." The silver-haired woman smiled faintly again and glanced at the sword in his hand with a little interest, "Although it's still a little short, it shouldn't be far away. Are you the "Holy Light Cross"?"

The conversation between the two was a bit inexplicable. At least Pastor Gail, Alger and Li Xuehao next to him didn't understand much, but Monk Bilbo was very clear, and his hand holding the sword trembled even more violently: "Your honor, can you let these children go?" He did not plead for himself, because he knew that in the face of a big man with unknown identity and strength, he had no power to resist at all.

"Let them go?" The silver-haired woman looked at him with interest, looked at Pastor Gale and the other three, and chuckled, "I think you misunderstood what I mean. I have no intention of killing you. For me, I just died a trivial descendant, and I won't care. Because next, I will have four more descendants, which is enough to make up for my losses."