MTL - The More They Object, the More It Means I Did the Right Thing-Chapter 128 decisive battle

Chapter 128 Decisive Battle

"Um?"

 Angelo was a little confused.

 He felt that he might not have woken up.

 Perhaps I heard it wrong.

Why did the person next to me just now call Ansu?

 Mayor Anzu Morningstad?

Angelo has been around for so long, and he is already a Major of Pain. What weird things have he not seen?

 There are so many prodigies in the esoteric religion.

There are those who lurked in the Holy See and were inspired to become rich, some who were undercover in the romantic street and eventually became top brands, and some who hid in street vendors and eventually became chain stores.

 There are so many living prodigies on the big stage of Esoteric Buddhism. What hasn’t Angelo seen?

Angelo has indeed never seen a talent like Ansu.

Didn’t I send you to Farol to learn advanced technology? Why did you become the mayor in just three days?

 Chaos, life, or pain.

 Are you farting?

Anyone who betrays the Holy See of Pain will pay a price.

Angelo had just been severely injured by the High Priest of Life. He had suffered severe blood loss and his thinking was not clear. But now he clearly understood that he had been tricked by Anzu.

“Commander Angelo, I am nobody, I am just an ordinary citizen.”

Angelo drew his sword out of its sheath, and the cold light of the sword filled half of the municipal street. The pressure of his quasi-holy order completely spread, oppressing everyone present. The remaining pain cultists also gathered together and drew their swords again. The knife is unsheathed.

“I just want to serve the people well, work hard to be an elegant and easy-going reply person, be a good doctor with a compassionate heart, and by the way, be a good mayor who serves the people.”

I have betrayed all the Holy See = I have not betrayed any Holy See.

 He is just a third-level warlock!

As early as when he was in the painful cadre school, Angelo felt that this kid was born despicable and shameless, and that he was born to be a member of the esoteric cult. His future would definitely be bleak and he would have great achievements - but he did not expect that this kid would become a big success so soon after his birth. for!

 “Ansu Morningstar.”

 Where is he from?

“Who are you from?”

Ansu's blue eyes were as bright as stars. He explained kindly, "You seem to have misunderstood something. I have never betrayed the Holy See of Pain. I have never betrayed anyone."

Who is this guy's believer? How come he became the crown prince of the Holy See of Life?

And what do those Life Cultists call him, Your Majesty Cavans?

 “What exactly do you believe in?”

There is no one else here, what are you doing?

Angelo's body dragged a **** red afterimage. In an instant, he pressed against Ansu's face. The alchemy knife stabbed straight down, and the air around him seemed to be torn apart.

But Ansu has been baptized by the Mother Goddess of Life in the past three days, and his physical ability has reached a new level. He has no talent for fighting, and he has relied entirely on the accumulation of a large number of enthusiastic patients.

 This is an important equation proposed by Mr. Ansu Morningstad.

"The glory of the painful warrior cannot be blasphemed by you."

In addition, Angelo was seriously injured, so this knife was quite substandard.

Ansu took a step back, grazing the blade of the knife on his cheek. All the skills he learned in the Painful Cadre School were completely reflected on this body at this moment.

The cold light of the dagger in Ansu's sleeve flashed past, and it hit Angelo's alchemy blade. Suddenly, flames flew and sparks flew. The smile at the corner of his mouth became calmer, "Let us have a fair duel!"

Angelo was surprised. First, he was surprised that Ansu had improved so quickly. His combat quality had reached such a level just a few days after graduation. Could he also be a genius as a warrior?

 Second, I was surprised that Ansu was so thick-skinned.

 You are a piece of shit!

Angelo felt a chill in his lower back. It was so cold that blood was oozing out. There was an assassin quietly stabbing him in the waist from behind!

Due to excessive blood loss, his attention was already distracted. In addition, his attention was attracted by Anzu, so he did not notice Enya's approach.

 “I don’t believe in anyone.”

Ansu said with a sincere expression, his clear voice echoed in the night sky,

“I don’t believe in any gods.” “I only love this land deeply.”

 “My only faith is this city.”

“Even if I am alone, I will fight to the end to protect the city I love.”

In the depths of those blue eyes, there is only the purest love and sincerity. Even though he faces powerful enemies, even though he is only at level 3, and even though all the guards are dead, this young man will still fight for the city he loves.

What kind of nonsense is this birth talking about!

Angelo felt that this guy was fooling the devil. Who here didn't know this guy's moral cultivation? Who was he talking to?

 He almost got goosebumps when he heard it.

There is no one else here.

 When I think of this,

Angelo gradually calmed down and thought carefully. With this guy's shameless and excellent character, he should be hiding behind the scenes and he is just a warlock. Is it necessary to fight head-on in person?

 Associating Ansu's series of actions, he figured out something was wrong.

“Your Majesty, Major!” his auxiliary officer exclaimed, “Look up and look at the Municipal Building, this guy is broadcasting live through the reply hall!”

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 Angelo looked up and saw that in one of the remaining municipal buildings, the restoration warlocks from the Restoration Hall were laying magic prisms flat on the surface of the building.

Ansu passed all the information he saw and heard to the recovery warlocks through the mind through the 'friendly pain message'.

Although the magic network has collapsed, the internal lines to the recovery hall can still be used.

Dozens of Restoration Warlocks used shadow magic and echo magic to project the battle between Anzu and Angelo on the entire building. The Municipal Building is located in the center of Falor and is also the tallest building.

 All remaining citizens, all slums, low-level orcs, and dwarves can watch this live broadcast.

 Can hear all Anzu's words at the same time.

 They watched Anzu alone, fighting desperately against the invaders of the Pain Secret Cult.

 Just to protect their city.

This guy, this guy is actually doing a political show!

Angelo had never seen a creature like Anzu before. He called on the remaining suffering soldiers to swarm forward and eat this thing alive!

The enemy is coming fiercely, so you need to give them a layer of buff.

 【Your comprehensive support rate reached 85%】

 “Let us fight openly and honestly.”

 Ansu’s smile became brighter and brighter,

“Dear Your Majesty Angelo, a knight friend of mine once told me what it means to have the courage to move forward.”

 “I will teach you the courage to face your shortcomings honestly!”

 The depths of his eyes sparkled,

  【x-ray illumination】

 This is the magic that Anzu has studied, and X-ray is also a special branch of holy light.

The baptism of the Mother Goddess of Life not only improved Ansu's physical quality, but also improved his mental and sensory abilities.

 So the control over the use of magic has reached a sophisticated level.

 Ansu can now control x-rays, which only penetrate clothes, not body skin.

The holy light in his eyes swept past the incoming Pain Cultists, and everyone felt that their whole body was being looked at thoroughly.

What Anzu sees and hears now is connected to the recovery warlocks through friendly pain messages, and is broadcast live to all citizens of Falore through screen projection.

So all of Falor could appreciate the naked body of the Painful Secret Cult!

　　【You have attracted the attention of the Mother Goddess of Pain! 】

 (End of this chapter)