Chapter 301: No Internal Ghosts, Give Me Some Son of God Jokes

Messiah gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze harboring a profound and deep-seated resentment.

He knew that if he did not divulge some information at this moment, the number of such pursuits and interceptions in the future would likely be endless.

Looking down at the church, at the group of Gods and Buddhas holding various devices to record Gifts, Messiah sighed.

His gaze gradually grew firm; since this is what you want to see, then I will let you see enough!!

Just wait, Su Nian, I have remembered you!!

You are being a bit too jumpy.

Within Messiah's eyes, a faint, dark light flickered.

Do not think that just because you have Shiroyasha behind you, you have nothing to worry about.

"What are you looking at? I say, you haven't forgotten that you are still in the middle of a battle, have you?"

Su Nian took out a box of popcorn, put on sunglasses that could reduce light pollution and enhance observation, and grabbed a handful of popcorn to stuff into his mouth.

Just as Su Nian's voice fell, a leg whip lashed fiercely toward Messiah.

Although Kalki was kind, his thinking was not rigid; while Messiah was distracted, it was a good opportunity for him to launch a sneak attack.

And the ability of the Camel Avatar had granted him Divine Realm-level kicking techniques, coupled with the completion provided by Little Garden and his adaptation to this Authority.

At this moment, Kalki had already made up for his lack of martial arts and combat experience.

Boom!!

Bang!!

Messiah was sent flying without the slightest surprise, crashing backward into the statue in the center of the church and the stained glass depicting Angels.

"No, can this really be called Messiah? Why does he feel so weak?"

Su Nian whispered to Indra.

"I have a feeling, old Indra, you are going to lose everything this time."

Indra skillfully grabbed a handful of popcorn from Su Nian's hand and stuffed it into his own mouth.

"It wouldn't be that pathetic, would it? That shouldn't be right."

Indra said, somewhat doubting his own life.

Su Nian patted Indra on the shoulder sympathetically and said.

"Old Indra, I hope your little treasury is still sufficient."

Instantly, Indra's complexion turned dismal; he really didn't know who the guy who placed the biggest bet was.

If Kalki really won, he would owe Su Nian two Authorities.

At the same time, the group of Gods and Buddhas around them who had bet on Kalki to win also burst into laughter one after another.

As for those who had bet on the Son of God, they all wore expressions on their faces as if their mothers had died.

"Young man, your Authority is not bad."

A voice of praise rang out from the smoke; Messiah, wearing a black priest's cassock, patted his hem, which was not stained with a single speck of dust, and walked out of the smoke.

"So, young man, how about you give this Authority to me?"

This is?

Kalki's gaze gradually became solemn; he had clearly already withstood two heavy blows from him, so why did he not look injured at all?

Is this the Authority he obtained?

What kind of Authority is this?

But Kalki caught a scent; in the smoke-filled church, a faint, sweet fragrance had appeared.

He followed the scent and looked over, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

Su Nian really is unconstrained by trifles...

But he quickly reacted to what this Authority was.

Five Loaves and Two Fish; the New Testament records that Jesus once performed a Miracle with five loaves and two fish to feed thousands of people. This Authority should be the manifestation of that Miracle.

"Not entirely stupid, then."

Su Nian praised in a low voice; it was not in vain that he had kindly reminded him, and the so-called purpose of causing trouble was not to truly cause trouble.

Rather, it was to track the information on the Authorities obtained by the Son of God Avatar. As long as he sold the information on all the Authorities Messiah had acquired, he could completely disgust the Son of God.

As for actually dealing a dark blow, well, let's forget about that; no one is willing to truly offend a Two-digit.

Messiah sneered, gently opened the book in his hand, and chanted softly.

"God says, O fool, you have sinned!"

Countless feathers fell from the sky, and holy light broke through the clouds above the firmament, shining upon Messiah.

At this moment, Messiah was as if Jesus were walking in the world, proclaiming the sins of the world.

The powerful force of holy light was like Damocles Swords representing judgment, suspended above the church.

It almost locked onto every direction where Kalki could dodge; as long as Kalki attempted to escape, they would fall.

And within the church, crimson flames from Hell rose out of thin air, judging and burning every sin in this world.

The Hellfire engulfed Kalki, and in that instant, a voice of chanting arose.

"No internal ghosts, give me some Son of God jokes."

"Why can Sun Wukong not escape the palm of the Buddha, yet he can escape the palm of the Son of God?"

"That is because the Son of God has holes in his palms."

It was like the chanting of a Poet, carrying a hint of mockery and the flavor of Hell.

The mockery of the poem triggered the symbolic weakness of Messiah's Authority, and the cage of holy light disintegrated accordingly.

Just like those two holes in the palms of the Son of God.

Kalki quickly seized the opportunity and escaped directly through the two loopholes that had appeared.

Even he, however, could barely keep a straight face when confronted with the Hell joke Su Nian had unleashed.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

The air stagnated at this moment; Messiah stared, dumbfounded, at the two holes in the palms of his hands.

"Good fellow, to think you'd actually crack a joke at my, Old Sun's, expense."

In the corner of the church, Sun Wukong gasped in astonishment.

"Still, brother-in-law, well done!"

"It's just a pity, why didn't the big monk have a hole like that in his palm back then? Otherwise, maybe I, Old Sun, would have escaped."

It was hard to tell if Sun Wukong was reminiscing or rubbing salt into Messiah's wounds.

"So I ask, when the Son of God was nailed to the cross back then, why choose to nail the palms instead of the collarbones?"

"Otherwise, there wouldn't be such an obvious loophole, would there?"

Su Nian added insult to injury; although he had created this scene, he still couldn't help but lose his composure while watching it again.

"Scoundrels!! You are all guilty!!"

As the target of the mockery, treated like a monkey on display, Messiah was instantly enraged.

Subconsciously, he unleashed an output exceeding the limits of the God-Slayer Treaty, countless rays of holy light condensing into a giant palm, which he slammed down toward the location where Su Nian and the crowd of onlookers were gathered.

He seemed to have forgotten that there was still a hole in his palm.

Boom!!

The giant holy light palm descended, and the crumbling church turned into ruins in that instant, except for the spot where Su Nian and his group of believers (onlookers) were standing.

It seems the Lord is protecting them.

Amen~~

Pfft!

It was unclear who had lost their composure and let out a laugh, followed immediately by countless "pfft" sounds, and then a burst of raucous laughter.

"Lord, please forgive me for laughing out loud... unless he fixes the loophole in his palm first."

Indra silently made the sign of the cross over his chest, as if doing so could make up for the merit the Lord had deducted for laughing at the Hell joke.

Type '1', and the Buddha will laugh along with you.

At this moment, on Spirit Mountain, the corners of Shakyamuni's mouth couldn't help but curl into an arc; He lowered His head and looked at His own palms.

He seemed to be rejoicing that, fortunately, there were no holes in His palms.

Just then, Messiah let out a cold snort.

A beam of holy light shot straight toward Su Nian; Su Nian jumped violently, dodging the holy light by a hair's breadth.

"Holy crap, I'm not a contestant, why the hell are you attacking me?"

"Can't you just let me be a quiet onlooker?"

Are you really just an onlooker?

Hearing Su Nian's shameless words, even the corners of Indra's mouth couldn't help but twitch twice.

Messiah is only attacking you to teach you a lesson right now; he's being very rational, okay?

If it were him, having been toyed with by Su Nian like this, he would rather risk losing the Last King's Spirit Status and being disqualified than go down with Su Nian.

Honestly, even Indra felt that the Son of God was terrifyingly rational at this moment.

Indra had just finished this thought when, the next moment, a sword of holy light containing the power of holy light descended toward Su Nian.

It had the air of someone who wouldn't stop until Su Nian was defeated.

However, Su Nian controlled the Space Authority, and just as Indra said, he was as slippery as a loach.

Let alone attacking Su Nian, he couldn't even touch the hem of Su Nian's clothes.

"Hey, I said your opponent is Kalki, what's the deal with you constantly attacking me!!"

Su Nian cursed while dodging.

By a hair's breadth, he dodged another attack.

"Go find your opponent; if you keep staring at me, don't blame me for being impolite."

Even a clay figure has a temper; although he was the one who mocked first, can you say you have no responsibility at all?

The next moment, Su Nian took out a poem written in delicate handwriting from his pocket.

"The priest said: Devil, get back out of this little boy's body."

"The devil said: Shouldn't you be the one to get out first?"

Through Su Nian's investigation, he discovered that the priests of Little Garden were no different from those in the outside world; they were all very fond of little boys.

And because the laws of Little Garden were much looser than those of the outside world, the priests of Little Garden played even more wildly.

So, this isn't a rumor, is it?

Then Messiah, as a priest, shifted his target and attacked Kalki.

For some reason, Kalki felt a deep sense of malice, a malice he had felt before when passing by a church.

He subconsciously took two steps back, watching Messiah vigilantly.

However, the binding effect of this poem, which fused the power of a Poet and a Fictional Historian, was not that strong.

Moreover, it was not as targeted as the previous Hell joke; the stronger the targeting, the better the effect.

General-purpose ones don't have as good an effect, but it couldn't be said they had no effect at all.

At the very least, Messiah's desires had already been stirred up.

Facing the mocking gazes of the crowd, Messiah finally couldn't hold back anymore.

Bloodshot veins appeared in his pupils, the holy light around his body surged violently, and the suppression of the God-Slayer Treaty was on the verge of collapse...

He broke free from the shackles of the God-Slayer Treaty with almost no hesitation.

Unsealing his power, he broke through to the Four-digit realm and charged toward Su Nian to kill him.

"Die!!!!"

(End of this chapter)