"Herro!" Noah sang the name of the strong god, and the strong spirits in the world blessed him, making his body strong.

"Samira." The strong wind blew again. Although these strong winds were violent, they only blew down on people. The real threat was the hidden things in the strong wind. If you accidentally get rubbed by that kind of thing, a long scar would be drawn.

Bujitel was not panicked at all. He was willing to fight with his hands. In terms of combat power alone, he was definitely one of the people at the peak of combat power in this world. There were a total of five gifts from God in him.

The gift promised in the name of salvation can heal wounds and diseases.

Gifts promised in the name of protection can form protection against damage.

The gift promised in the name of true knowledge can form a special perspective to observe things that humans cannot observe.

The gift promised in the name of justice can break the existence that one thinks is wrong.

Gifts promised in the name of life can give the gifted strong body.

It was precisely because of human beings that he had endured five gifts from God that he could become a top warrior in the God's grace religion.

"My Lord promises me the power of justice. You young man, you work for evil spirits for injustice. I will cut you through!" Bujitel held a long sword in his hand. The light of faith shone on the long sword, cutting away the strong wind, otherwise the hidden things in the strong wind would approach him, and the gift of life would bring him a strong body, which made him come to the alley where Noah stood in the blink of an eye.

"Stemilanro!" Noah was not panicked, and he recited the name of the god very skillfully, calling on the spirit of the God of Strong Walls. Something in the air quickly gathered to block Bujitel's sword.

The black juice splashed, and a meat wall suddenly appeared in front of Noah. The meat wall seemed to be made of black pieces of meat. It was stabbed by Bujitel's sword and was constantly splashing out black blood, and it was still squirming like a living creature, trying to swallow the sword.

"Blasphemy!" Bujitel frowned, the white light of the long sword in his hand spread out, and the entire flesh wall split into a pool of black liquid.

The mark on his forehead shone with light. Bujitel looked at Noah, who was still calm and calm, and couldn't help but praise the young man. The other party was only about ten years old, but he could not panic when encountering things and face anything calmly forever.

The most outstanding young man in the God-Grace Cult is nothing more than that. Bujitel sighed, but as an enemy, such talents must not be let go.

"You who pursue the evil will, my hand of salvation cannot extend to you, sorry!" Bujitel said nothing too much, and stabbed directly at Noah over there with the sword with the power of the gift of justice.

"Missionary, where do you think this is fighting?" Noah was not afraid at all when he looked at the sword that stabbed over. If he really competed for strength, he would not be Bujitel's opponent at all.

Even the witch spirit warlock's ability is only half a bastard. Nowadays, several kinds of divine names are slowly explored. If you really want to use it for combat, it is still beyond your reach. The reason why it can form a great power is because this is the domain of that adult.

The things that are hidden in the strong wind that are scratching people are spreading bacteria distributed in the air. The names of young branches can sprout quickly, and the bacteria are providing a lot of nutrient energy.

"Negri!" Unlike other god names, the name of God Noah called this time was particularly pious. It was the existence of his forehead, the person who made an agreement with him, and the Lord he chose to serve for his life.

The bacteria in the air began to gather rapidly. With the help of Noah's call for the name of God, these bacteria gathered together to form black pieces of meat, which grabbed the long sword that Bujitel stabbed over.

The black pieces of meat kept squirming and twisting, and finally turned into human form. White mucus overflowed from the black pieces of meat. The mucus dried up and turned into a pale skin. Finally, a naked man appeared in front of Bujitel, and his sword was being grabbed tightly in the hands of this person.

Noah pushed down his cloak, put it on the man, and retreated respectfully.

"Ne, Ge, Ri!!" Bujitel shouted, the sword in his hand wanted to swing, but was caught by a huge force and could not be pulled out.

The moment I saw that man, an extremely ominous feeling directly hit his heart, giving people the feeling that Negri, who represents disease and ominousness in the myths of Cauchy.

"You can call me this, the missionary of the God-Grace Cult." Wang Yuan did not deny Bujitel's words. He was just a remnant soul without a true spirit, so naturally he would not have a real name. Whether he called him Wang Yuan or Nagli, it was the same.

"Is this the gift of the God's Grateful Sect? It's really interesting!" Wang Yuan grabbed Bujitel's sword blade, sensed the extremely special force above, and walked forward with a slightly stiff body.

The body formed by the aggregation of bacteria has no bones, internal organs, blood vessels, etc., but it just looks like a human. It is essentially just a polymer of bacteria, dominated by Wang Yuan's ability to control bacteria.

"My Lord promises me the power of justice, and I will cut through the darkness!" Bujitel shouted angrily, and his whole body and soul to inspire the gift from God. The dazzling light bloomed on the sword, but the result made Bujitel feel desperate.

I saw that his long sword was still firmly grasped by Wang Yuan, and the power of the gift did not cause any damage to Negri.

"How is this possible!" Bujitel shouted in disbelief.

"There is nothing impossible." Wang Yuan smiled and said, "After I see through the power represented by your righteous gift, I am no longer afraid of this power. As long as things exist, there will be weaknesses. If you have seen through your weaknesses, you will never have a chance to win."

"Weakness..." Bujitel seemed to have thought of something. The runes on his forehead were flashing with light. He observed the sword in his hand, and saw that at some point, the essence of the sword had changed.

"The gift of justice is essentially a force that excludes everything, but this force is based on my belief, and the belief I have established is to cut through anything with a long sword."
Chapter completed!