In the dark hall.

Sijac, who was covered with only a white scarf, lay quietly on the altar.

He and Rafa lay side by side.

Rafa, who is seven feet tall and strong, and full of youthful power, lies with the shriveled, old and dry old hazelnuts. Seajac's waist is not even as thick as Rafa's arms.

The two of them lay together, and the breath of one person was as vigorous and powerful as the rising sun.

And the other person is like the embers of firewood in the stove, dying and may be extinguished at any time.

Margaret III stood outside the magic circle, squinting his eyes at the two people lying shoulder to shoulder on the altar. She suddenly chuckled: "Seake, you are actually interested in cooperating with the heretics of Hill Church, right?"

"I remember that you had several fatal injuries on you. Although you were saved, it still caused irreparable damage to your health."

"The reason why you stayed in Tulun Port later was to use the sunshine and fresh air in Tulun Port to take care of your body and strive to live a few more years."

"But this time, you can get rid of your old body with a lot of holes and get such a young, strong, handsome, perfect... and a respectful identity, powerful power, and noble bloodline."

"Oh, Rafa Saint Zion, St. Zion, what a noble surname... What a noble blood... Some people say that Rafa Saint Zion is one of the most likely candidates to be the next pope... Dear Seajac, you must remember your loyalty to me!"

Seajac was lying on the altar, trembling all over his body.

He said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, my loyalty to you will never change anything..."

Margaret III shook her head indifferently: "Enough, you have worked hard for me for decades. I know how cunning and fierce old hyena you are. You also understand what kind of person I am."

"loyalty?"

Margaret III shrugged: "That kind of loyalty that will last until death exists, of course, but it is obviously impossible to appear in you... So, let us throw away the hypocrisy of the nobles, throw away those hypocritical masks, and let us open up all the dirty and shameful things."

“The Hill Church designed the reincarnation ceremony, and of course they have plans to control you.”

"You are as cunning as you. I think you must have made some arrangements in advance. You are confident that you can get rid of the Hill Church's restraint on you... I believe that an old ghost who has been with the Imperial Intelligence Headquarters for decades will not give his fate so easily to a group of infamous heresy."

"But, Seajac, believe me, you will never be able to get rid of Metiga's means of blessing on you."

"If you want to get rid of Metiga's control, you must have stronger power than him."

"And the entire Medland continent is stronger than him..."

Metiga, who was standing beside the altar, giggled and laughed: "Your Majesty, you are acclaimer... But, dear little guy Seajac, if you want to get rid of my control over you, you must invite a noble true god!"

"Ah, as a big figure in the Imperial Intelligence Department, you must know what the concept of 'degod' is." Metiga shook his head proudly, and he blew a bit of cold and cold towards Sijac, who was lying on the altar, with a slightly pale face.

"I can tell you without any concealment that I had already stepped into the threshold of 'demigod' decades ago."

"I will bury some interesting little things in the depths of your soul according to His Majesty's will... If you can maintain your loyalty, then you will be free and at ease, rich and glorious as Rafah Saint Zion."

"If you...hehe... then, with a 'sweep', you're completely finished."

"Including your family, your relatives, and even those close subordinates you trained in the Imperial Intelligence Headquarters will all sneer and be completely finished."

"Everyone is smart, so if you say ugly words in advance, you can prevent some stupid things from happening."

Metiga took a heavy breath and looked back at Margaret III: "Your Majesty, I haven't said so much nonsense in one breath for many years...Sejac is a smart child, and he will definitely not make stupid choices, what do you think?"

Margaret III burst into laughter.

Her laughter made the whole hall start to twist and wriggle, and huge snake shadows on the walls emerged, and a terrifying aura of chaos burst out from her. Several black-robed men standing in the shadow of the hall groaned, and at the same time staggered and took several steps back.

Metiga raised the huge scepter in her hand and then knocked heavily on the ground.

"Control your emotions, Margaret...Don't be affected by Hydra's will... Control Hydra, and don't be controlled by it!" Metiga roared loudly.

An indescribable aura of majesty and terror spread from Metiga's body. The supreme majesty and ancient and vicissitudes of aura continued to flow out, and almost substantial pressure crushed Margaret III's body and soul.

A lot of sweat oozed out of Margaret III.

Her dark eyes gradually returned to normal, and she returned to the normal form of distinct black and white.

The snake-shaped runes under her skin disappeared quietly, and all kinds of strange phenomena on her body were slowly disappearing.

She took a heavy breath and bowed deeply to Metica: "The little bugs are making too much noise... I couldn't control myself at once."

Metiga turned and looked at the altar: "So, soon, soon... Rafa Saint Zion is very strong, very strong. His true strength will not be weaker than the so-called saint."

"Seaco, are you ready?"

"Receive this new body and then continue to be loyal to the empire in a new position."

In the evil dish of the soul, a shrill scream kept ringing, and hazy, twisted figures kept floating out of the evil dish of the soul.

The altar sprayed out black light.

The huge magic circle on the ground began to flash strange light.

Several men in black robes, standing in the shadows, walked up, raised their hands high and began to recite ancient and evil prayers in a hoarse, twisted tone, and they kept shouting the name of "Hill".

Hill...

The eternal end.

The annihilation of everything.

He... possesses extraordinary power and all kinds of incredible evil means.

This also includes how to completely annihilate a person's soul, and then use the soul of a living being as glue to glue another soul into this body, so that a new soul can be replaced and control this body.

The cost of this is extremely huge.

For a powerful body like Rafa, if you want to control such a body perfectly and flawlessly, you will need at least 10,000 souls to consume.

On the way to Ruhr City, a special train was attacked. People from Hill Church appeared and used the evil spirits of the living souls to collect the souls of the dead, preparing for Seajac to control Rafa's body.

This is a plan that lasted quite a long time.

The master of the plan has already devoted great energy and wealth to this matter.

However, because of Qiao Yitong's random fights, Seajac, Rafa and the Evil Decoction of the Life Soul all fell into the hands of the empire.

Finally, Hill Church and the Lord's Messenger were ready for everything, but Margaret III collected the fruits of victory.

Metiga raised the huge scepter in his hand.

The terrifying power fluctuations swept across the hall.

Seajac let out a hysterical scream. His shriveled, old, and his body, which was full of holes and was covered in darkness, quietly turned into pieces, leaving only a translucent hazy figure curled up on the altar.

At the same time, Rafa suddenly opened his eyes, and a platinum-colored divine flame spurted out from his pupils. He screamed, making the most shrilling howl: "My Lord..."

He couldn't finish his words.

The entire Palace of Clost was trembling slightly, and a huge and incredible force came from all directions, completely shattering Rafa's soul easily.

A subtle wind rolled up from the plain.

Rafa's soul fragment was swept by the cold wind and disappeared without a trace.

The void was twisting, an ancient and evil will, vaguely revealing a few words... It seemed that he was very satisfied with Rafa's soul fragments.

One by one, the souls surged out of the evil dish of the living soul like flowing water.

Seajac's soul was wrapped in these flowing souls, floating little by little towards Rafa's body, and quietly sneaked into his body little by little.

Rafa's body burned with white divine flames.

Brilliant, brilliant, sacred, majestic, full of arrogant domineering and lofty.

But such a powerful and majestic body is already an empty shell.

The souls were shattered into pieces by the magic array, turning into the purest soul power, filling Rafa's body bit by bit. Seajac's soul let out a subtle voice of praise, and he sank into Rafa's body bit by bit with a smile, gradually becoming one with him.

In front of the Imperial Bank headquarters building, countless mutants had surrounded Qiao and others.

The war airships falling from the airplane in the air began to sound terrible sounds from soldiers. The bullets were always exhausted, and they had killed a large group of mutants.

But what is even more terrifying than the mutants are the sparrows, mice, and stray cats and stray dogs running around the streets.

Countless sparrows and mice rushed over, and the soldiers on the airship could not resist the impact of these small creatures. The mutated small creatures kept rushing into the airship, leaving shallow wounds and terrifying evil poison on them.

Qiao looked in the direction of the airship, and he suddenly soared into the air, jumping high like a big flea, and pounced towards the St. Mayan Cathedral, which is not far from here.

"I'll find someone who can solve the problem!" Joe's roar resounded through several neighborhood blocks.

In the air, a large group of mutated sparrows rushed towards Qiao Fei.
Chapter completed!