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However, he couldn't see clearly what happened in the darkness just now.

Sakota doesn't have night vision, not even after falling from the angel's angel body, so was he blinded just now?

Before Mostima had time to think about it, she felt Chen Xiu suddenly approaching from behind and making a declaration of victory in her ear.

"Mostima-san, the next half minute will be training time. Please prepare accordingly."

The fallen angel girl's heart tightened, and she felt a little regretful, but it was too late to escape now.

"By the way, the cargo hold has good sound insulation, so you don't have to endure it too much."

Chen Xiu pinched the tip of the tail and pressed it gently, as if pressing a switch.

Mostima's legs suddenly went weak, and he staggered and held onto the shelf in front of him to avoid collapsing on the ground.

The fallen angel girl covered her mouth tightly, unable to maintain her cynicism and ease any longer.

The tense body trembled slightly, and when she stood on tiptoe, her soft waist arched backward.

How much time had passed? Hadn't it been less than half a minute?

I don't use any magic...

Chapter 124 Chen Xiu: In the Name of the Lord!!! (4K)

The darkness in the cargo hold swallowed up all shapes, and only rapid breathing echoed between the iron walls.

Mastema's shoulder hit the container hard. The coldness of the metal penetrated his skin through his shirt, but it could not extinguish the burning current that kept running through his tailbone, and even his consciousness was hazy.

She clutched Chen Xiu's wrist in vain, her nails carving crescent-shaped red marks on his skin, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood.

This body betrayed its pretense of strength long before its consciousness did.

"Wait... Haah... Wait a minute..." The broken prayer was cut apart by the friction of clothes. The broken wings of the fallen angel fluttered convulsively behind him. Each piece of debris glowed faintly in the darkness, like a butterfly that only appeared at night.

The arrow-shaped tail was being pinched between two fingers and gently spun, like turning the knob of a wound-up doll, forcing her tiptoes to scrape out intermittent vibratos on the iron floor.

Thirty seconds passed in a flash, but to Mastema it felt like an eternity.

When Chen Xiu let go of her hand, she had completely lost her strength. She leaned back in Chen Xiu's arms, letting him hold her.

"This concludes the first training session."

Chen Xiu spoke calmly, like a serious professional coach.

"Mostima, your endurance is really not that good. You need to train more in the future."

The fallen angel girl raised her head and bumped her head back, very dissatisfied with his comments, but it was difficult to refute the fact that she was too complicated.

I have to admit that I was really in a mess.

Chen Xiu actually wanted to suddenly light up his halo and take a good look at Mostima's current appearance.

But the price of doing so may very well make Xiao Mo want to kill to silence the witness. She is obviously in the most shameful state now.

However, there is still a long way to go.

This was the first time Xiao Mo consciously had his tail touched by himself.

It's just helping with training. After the first time, there will definitely be a second time.

The two leaned against each other and remained silent in the darkness for a long time until Mastema regained her strength.

"You know where the pants are in the cargo hold. I'm going back to bed."

After Chen Xiu finished speaking, he left first, leaving Mostima some private space.

Mastema closed her eyes and thought about the step she had taken.

After the agitation subsided, her mind became clear again.

Calmness and rationality regained the upper hand, checking for any changes in oneself.

But I found that she was still the same person and did not become different from herself because of this change.

Instead, I felt relaxed physically and mentally, as if I had lifted off the pressure I had been carrying for a long time.

The arrow-shaped tail hung behind it, swaying slightly, as if it had burned out and had no life.

Mastema scooped it up in his hand, muttering softly.

"You're not that scary..."

The Originium dice was rolled.

After rolling around on the table for a few times, it finally stopped at number one.

Fortunately, Chen Xiu just threw it around for fun this time and didn't let it judge anything.

The Emperor Penguin has entered the territory of the Shi Tong region and is heading north from the side close to Casimir towards the Una Volcano.

Gertrude was driving while Texas was catching up on sleep.

The emperor had been ordered by Chen Xiu to go find Professor Neumann and the others to report the news first, so there were only five people in the car now.

Chen Xiu started practicing magic as soon as he got up in the morning.

Although you can't use offensive spells in a car, there's no problem using other types.

The little energy left in his body was almost used up, but he would be able to get a new potion after reuniting with Ermengarde, and even if he didn't use it, it would gradually leak out.

At the same time, he was also exploring and summarizing his own magical talents.

Although I can now cast spells by rolling dice, they are limited to the spells I have already learned.

In other words, spells you don't know cannot be cast by rolling dice.

After all, rolling the dice is just choosing the future.

The results that occur in the future must originate from the causes in the past and cannot come out of nothing.

Therefore, it is undoubtedly a loss to use dice to release low-level spells. This kind of spell will definitely succeed if you release it by yourself.

Only those intermediate or advanced spells that you have just learned and cannot cast stably and successfully are worth rolling the dice for.

Of course, Chen Xiu also found a good use for it, which was to help himself quickly master new spells.

Because even if the result is a great success and the best future is achieved, he is still the one who casts the spell.

Therefore, as long as you carefully feel and remember the feeling of performing the surgery, you can avoid many detours.

This steady and cautious approach is better than relying on luck in battle.

If you are forced into a desperate situation, you can turn the situation around by rolling the dice.

Generally speaking, dice rolling is quite versatile, but generally not very practical...

Chen Xiu suddenly stopped. How come he was controlled by the rabbit head without knowing it?

While Chen Xiu was playing dice, Mostima and Arturo, who were sitting around him, were also doing their own things.

There were two people, one was polishing his black and white staff, and the other was maintaining his cello.

However, Arturo vaguely felt that something was wrong with Mostima today.

She had already glanced at Chen Xiu many times, but she didn't know what she was looking at.

Although the fallen angel concealed it well, Arturo's observation skills were definitely first-rate.

Tutu's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he keenly smelled the scent of secret.

Could it be that it was because of the incident that caused Chen Xiu to be hunted down by the Inquisition?

Arturo pretended to have just tuned the strings of his guitar, picked up the bow and played a random melody.

As expected, Qin Yin was blocked by the spell resident in Mostima, and she didn't dare to do anything rash on Chen Xiu's side.

Arturo had to give up for the time being and planned to do something secretly during the next team battle.

Although I don’t know what happened, I can guess a little from the appearance.

The relationship between the fallen angel and Mr. Xiu seems to have become closer.

Arturo stroked the strings of the guitar, his face calm and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Chen Xiu turned his head and looked at the time. Bishop Isaac was about to return to Lateran, and it was time to go and give him some warmth.

Closing his eyes, Chen Xiu contacted the host computer far away in the basement of the Lateran Cathedral and issued an order.

At the same time, the team returning from Leithania had just arrived at the reception gate of the Holy City.

In the team, the fallen angels wrapped themselves tightly in hooded robes, fearing that they would be seen.

Gianluca looked at the immaculate white walls of Lateran and closed his eyes in pain.

Oren also had a haggard look on his face, and he even felt a little disgusted, thinking that his appearance had tarnished the holy city.

The executors kept a close eye on the fallen angels, fearing that they would suddenly have an emotional breakdown and attract unnecessary attention from the people around them.

The Vatican has not yet announced this mass fall to the outside world, so the news is still under strict control.

Richele ate a donut and asked Federico, "What do you think will happen to these people in the end? Will they be expelled? Exiling so many Fallen Angels at once always feels like there might be trouble."

"The Pope and the cardinals will make the right decision," Federico responded coldly. "It's possible that the law has changed. Fallen angels can continue to stay in the Holy City as long as they complete their sentences as required."

"I actually think they wouldn't stay even if they could." Rickelai shook his head and sighed, "Exiling the Fallen Angels might be a form of protection for them, if no one finds fault with them."

Federico replied: "That's their personal choice."

Soon, the team, which had stopped for a short time, started moving again.

Although many people enter and leave the holy city every day, the official team is still a bit convenient.

Patrizión looked towards the cathedral, thinking about how to report to the Pope what he had instructed him to do.

Bishop Isaac and Valerie are discussing how to deal with the fallen angels. It is not appropriate to put them in jail, but they cannot let these guys return to their homes either.

As they were talking, the three leading figures walked through the white archway first.

The moment Bishop Isaac stepped into the holy city, a melodious and majestic bell suddenly rang out.

Everyone was stunned and looked towards the Stone Tower of Revelation in unison, their eyes filled with astonishment.

The Stone Tower of Revelation, which had not sounded for a thousand years, suddenly made a sound today.

What exactly is going on?

Is there a new saint born, or something major happening?

The same thought flashed through Bishop Isaac's mind, and he even thought that the bell sound might be a sign of great joy.

But then, Willife beside him suddenly screamed, "Bishop! Your halo!!"

Bishop Isaac was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his eyes to glance at the fluorescent light above his head.

The people around also heard the sound and looked over, and they could tell something was wrong at a glance.

The already bright halo now shines even brighter, as if even the sun is not as dazzling as it.

Bishop Isaac clenched his fists excitedly. Had he been chosen by the Lord? Was he the new saint?

"Hey, hey, hey, this can't be true?" Rickelai stood on tiptoe as hard as he could. "Are we going to witness the birth of a saint?"

Federico gripped the gun handle tightly, his eyes fixed on Bishop Isaac.

But he felt something was wrong. Bishop Isaac was an iron-blooded radical who advocated the eradication of fallen angels. How could he be chosen as a saint by the law at this time?

Could it be that all the judgments I made before were wrong?

Patrizión laughed heartily, feeling happy about this rare and happy event.

At the same time, he was a little worried. After all, Bishop Isaac and the Pope had different political views, and it would not be so easy to suppress him after he became a saint.

Fiammetta had a cold face and clenched his fists.

How could the man who ordered the killing of Mastema be elected a Saint? God truly is...

The straightforward girl from Liberi stopped her disrespectful thoughts in time and stared at the shining halo.

It really looks like a bomb in a bad Ramkawood movie about to explode. I wish it could actually explode...

Before Fiammetta could finish his thought, he faintly heard the sound of shattering glass.