People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

"The Inquisitor is only used to punish believers who are not pious," Francis I said. "The purpose of punishment is nothing more than to make believers more pious, not to destroy the world."

"And the nurturers are raising new believers to replace these believers." Francis I paused and continued, "To replace us, and even to replace the God in Heaven."

"Of course, it's not just us. Your religion is also inseparable from the elimination of the Messiah."

"New believers? What is that?" asked an old Shinto man in a kimono.

Sakura Kurumi recognized that this was the great Shinto priest who had always been in charge of Kansai.

"We don't know what it is either. Perhaps it's still human, perhaps not. Our imaginations are so limited." Franciscan I was silent for a moment, then said, "Even our God doesn't know what it is. In short, this time the Messiah has descended to Tokyo. If we don't handle it properly, it will be a disaster for all of humanity."

There was silence.

"The EU, Washington, and Moscow have contacted Japan's current Prime Minister Shigeru Yoshida, and next, members of the government will discuss specific measures."

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Fang Zuo sat cross-legged and surveyed the entire Tokyo Women's University.

Since that energy chose the school as its landing point, it is impossible for it to leave like this.

Otherwise, why not just choose a remote and uninhabited place to land?

Being at Tokyo Women's University must have its purpose.

Fang Zuo suddenly felt a tiny energy fluctuation in the room.

So small that it can almost be ignored.

Just a quick glance and Momonogi Kana knew what had happened.

The soul entangled with Momonogi Kana finally appeared again.

This time, he was not in any incense world, but appeared directly in his own world.

Fang Zuo opened his eyes.

[Momonogi Kana] on the opposite side was startled.

The little hand let go of the samurai sword, and the space behind him closed silently.

With a clang sound.

Her whole body was tied up, just like she was humiliated in the last incense world.

The man flicked his hand evilly and his body flew over helplessly.

Lying beside him in a humiliating position.

The man pinched her chin with one hand: "It's been a long time since we last met. I think you are also longing for me."

"And my whip," the man said.

Chapter 275 The Saint is Just a Tool

Fang Zuo pinched Momonogi Kana's chin.

"Finally I'm out. I've been hiding long enough."

[Momonogi Kana] struggled violently, trying to break free from Fang Zuo's restraints.

The power of incense is boiling all over the body.

As if responding to her call.

A huge holy light came rapidly from the distant space.

Cross the distance.

It appeared above her head, cutting through space.

Like a searchlight beam, it enveloped [Momonogi Kana]

Drink it down in one gulp.

Fang Zuo was somewhat interested in this way of energy transfer, so he loosened his hand and let go of Momonogi Kana.

Looking forward to her performance.

Under the continuous infusion of holy light, pink energy fluctuations appeared behind her, illuminating the entire bedroom.

Her hair gradually turned white and her long hair gradually became shorter.

Two different colored eyes, one green and one purple.

The peach-red lips also become oily and plump.

There was a flash of light on his body, and the black ceremonial robe covered his entire body.

Looking at Fang Zuo coldly.

"Heretic!!" The black patterned gauntlet on Momonogi Kana's little hand emitted smoke that materialized into energy.

She grabbed the katana at an angle, and the hem of her black ceremonial robe fluttered slowly.

The infusion of holy light gave her unlimited confidence.

She slashed with her knife suddenly.

Fang Zuo was too lazy to talk to her, and the endless spiritual pressure once again bound [Momonogi Kana].

Ignore the look of disbelief on her face.

He saw another huge holy light breaking through the space and pouring over from afar, but was intercepted by Fang Zuo's big hand.

Feel the energy composition inside.

White light flickered and jumped in his hands.

It's nothing more than the essence of incense power wrapped in a deceptive shell to deceive believers.

but.

How to achieve such precise energy transmission.

These religions indeed have many things that Taoism cannot understand.

The infusion of spiritual power has been done before, and initiation is also a common thing in Taoism.

However, the Taoist sect is absolutely unable to achieve this kind of infusion of precise coordinates across time and space.

At least it is something that I cannot do at my current level.

"It seems that I didn't hit you lightly last time. The fact that you dare to use a knife means you are not afraid yet." Fang Zuo said with a smile as he looked at [Momonogi Kana] who was tied up again.

Hear the word 'pump'.

[Momonogi Kana] Fear was revealed on her cold and solemn little face as she recalled the feeling of being beaten to death and having her soul shattered that day.

Although she couldn't move her body, the samurai sword in her hand slashed quickly, creating a small crack in the space.

Various scenes were reflected in the small opening in the space, and a small world of incense appeared before her.

"Running away again?" Fang Zuo sneered, "I don't have time to play these chasing games with you today."

The divine consciousness crushed past.

Instantly smooth out the spatial fluctuations in this small world.

With a squeeze of his big hand, the pure white holy light in his hand was also shattered.

Inhaled into the flesh.

The few lines on the clay sculpture added by Acala absorbed the essence of the incense power that was transmitted and intercepted by Fang Zuo, and it was like a dry field being irrigated by spring water, sprouting new vitality.

Fang Zuo tied up Momonogi Kana's limbs again.

"Let's discuss it?" Fang Zuo pinched Momonogi Kana's little face and looked at her expression as she glared at him.

"Return this body to her, and I'll let you return to your little world." Fang Zuo said, "How's that? A very fair deal."

"You're lying. If I do that, you'll strangle me to death in an instant." [Momonogi Kana] struggled again, then gave up and said, "You didn't say whether you'll let me go alive or dead..."

"I didn't expect you to be so smart." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "Then I can promise you now that I will let you go back alive."

"It's useless..." [Momonogi Kana] said, and saw the man's expression suddenly turned cold: "It's not that I disagree, you have also seen our souls intertwined."

"They are intertwined and inseparable. If you kill me, you will kill her." [Momonogi Kana] said with a sneer.

"Like this..." Fang Zuo frowned.

"Why don't you let me go, which is equivalent to letting her go. The body is still hers. I will naturally replace her after I complete the task." said [Momonogi Kana].

"No need, I have a way to get you to replace her now." Fang Zuo said.

He ripped off her black ceremonial dress.

Revealing the soft and plump buttocks.

"What are you going to do!!" [Momonogi Kana] screamed loudly.

"Why are you screaming? It's not like you haven't experienced this before." Fang Zuo picked up the engraved katana she had thrown on the ground, smiled and walked closer, holding the hilt: "Of course I have a way to wake her up. Have you forgotten last time?"

He grabbed her katana and slammed the blade hard on [Momonogi Kana]'s buttocks.

'Snap.

[Momonogi Kana] screamed in pain, and the immense pain made her lie on the edge of the bed, sweating profusely.

"Does it look familiar?" Fang Zuo looked at a red blade mark across the two snow-white buttocks.

Even the patterns engraved on the body were imprinted on the skin of the buttocks.

"No...I can't. This is her body. If you hurt me, she won't feel good either." [Momonogi Kana] raised her head and looked at the samurai sword approaching again, shaking her head in fear.

"That's not right, she will like it very much, and you too..." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

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North America.

Inside the headquarters of the Protestant Cathedral.

Archbishop Martin Luther held the golden scepter in both hands, sat in the chair and stared closely at the fluctuations in the data on the screen.

After the religious transnational conference ended, the subsequent matters were naturally handed over to the coordination of national forces.

The era of the integration of politics and religion is long gone.

The influence of religion is ultimately limited within a red line.

The clergy kept looking at several screens and reporting the data.

"The chip inside the Saint's body has been activated."

"The energy fluctuations within the Saint's body are normal."

"The Holy Light Anchor Point within the Saint's body is sending out a demand signal."

"The Saint's true soul has awakened, and the signal from the Holy Light Anchor Point has increased."

"The Holy Light Anchor of Heaven responded."

"The holy light of heaven descended at 30°00′ north latitude and 120°35′ east longitude."

"It is confirmed that this is the location of the Saint in central Tokyo."

Archbishop Martin Luther nodded after listening to the report and ordered, "Connect the Saint's communicator. I want to speak with her."

"Yes."

After a long busy signal, someone finally answered the phone.

"Great Religious...Your Majesty..." The voice of [Momonogi Kana] came from the audio.

"Your Excellency, are you okay?" Archbishop Martin Luther frowned.

"...No...it's okay...um...hmm..." Momonogi Kana whispered in the audio: "Not long ago...I eliminated a...um...apostate heretic named Frey Velick. The holy light in my body is a little...exhausted...ah..."

"Frey Verric? The once powerful Hand of Light?" Archbishop Martin Luther exclaimed in delight. "After betraying Protestantism, this fellow murdered over a dozen of our Disciple Knights and fled for decades, apparently hiding in Tokyo, Japan."

"As expected of Her Excellency the Saint, if this [Hand of Holy Light] didn't have the Saint, I'm afraid only the Holy Spirit could descend to earth and kill him."

"Your Excellency, it's no wonder we haven't been able to locate your Holy Light Anchor Signal. It turns out you fought a fierce battle with him." Archbishop Martin Luther gently tapped the marble floor with his golden scepter. "How long will it take to recover? We need you to eliminate a Japanese woman named Abe Nojaku, one of the targets marked in the oracle."

"Well...it will take some time..." The voice on the other end of the line gradually became weaker and intermittent.