Chapter 232: Shoulder to shoulder with the god!

But the next moment, that piece of light smashed down violently, and the Sixth Prince let out an "Ah!" scream, as if he had been struck by lightning, his whole body twitching in different ways. He looked very painful.

The Archbishop curled his lips into a cold smile, stood out, and pretended to announce: "The god will only protect his own star map, and all offenders will be punished by the god."

The Emperor watched his son wailing in pain coldly.

Until the punishment ended, he said coldly: "Rebellious son, do you know what a great crime you have committed? Kneel on the side and watch clearly! We will convict you after the ceremony—those who have been punished by the god are not worthy of being my son!"

The Archbishop cast a look of contempt at the Sixth Prince, sneering in his heart: Even your father has become a puppet in my hands, a mere child dares to challenge divine power? Simply mantis trying to stop a chariot, truly not knowing life or death!

The Sixth Prince curled up on the ground, trembling all over, looking at the fire on the sacrificial platform getting stronger, and the wailing of the children being crushed by the cheers of the believers, feeling as painful as a knife cutting his heart.

What kind of god would be like this?

Claiming to bless the world, yet watching the children be burned to ashes alive;

Claiming to be compassionate, yet using gold and silver to decorate themselves and using ignorance to blind the eyes of believers.

He once thought that returning from his studies could awaken the country and reform it. Only now did he understand that this country shrouded in divine power could not be shaken at all!

"The sacrifice officially begins, send the boys and girls into the fire gate to reach the Pure Land!"

At the order, those boys and girls were dragged and pulled toward the raging sacrificial altar.

The firelight reflected on their tender faces, but ignited the fierce light in the Archbishop's eyes: the souls that die in pain are the most mellow and delicious.

The children who were still young did not understand what ghosts and gods were, nor could they see the greed in the Archbishop's eyes.

They just instinctively felt fear of death and cried and struggled desperately, but it was to no avail.

Just as the innocent children were about to be pushed into the sea of fire and burned to death alive.

At this critical moment, a crimson oil-paper umbrella suddenly flew out from above the crowd, like a lonely flower blooming in the turbulent world.

In the blink of an eye, the red umbrella had flown above the sacrificial altar, and the rapidly spinning umbrella surface carried a piece of pure spiritual power, instantly extinguishing the big fire.

The Archbishop recognized at a glance that the umbrella was Lin Qingyue's weapon, and the hidden sword under the umbrella handle had once cut off his snake head.

She actually didn't die?

The Archbishop was visibly panicked, turning around and wanting to escape back into the temple.

But after taking a few steps, he was blocked by an invisible wall of air—he was actually unable to leave this sacrificial platform.

It was only then that he discovered that someone had tampered with the sacrificial platform, setting up a Lock Demon Array.

The person who set up this array was naturally Lin Qingyue.

Her method of setting up the array was extremely brilliant; when the array was not activated, there was no aura fluctuation, and demons couldn't detect it at all.

Once the array started to activate, it had no effect on humans. But demons would be trapped in it, like a turtle in a jar.

And the powerful spiritual energy contained in the array would make demons feel hot all over, thereby uncontrollably drawing out their primitive nature and forcing them to reveal their demon bodies.

At this very moment, the blood in the Archbishop's whole body was boiling, as if the fire on the altar had burned into his bones and blood.

He attempted to mobilize his power to resist, but the more he resisted, the harder the heat in his body was to endure.

It was too painful, too painful!

He felt as if he were being burned by fire, twitching all over, his facial features twisted together.

The Emperor was closest to him and noticed his abnormality, so he hurriedly asked with concern: "Archbishop, what's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?"

The Archbishop turned his head violently and stared fixedly at the Emperor with scarlet eyes.

The Emperor had only ever seen his smiling, kind-as-a-Buddha appearance, so where had he ever seen such a fierce and evil expression? He was so scared that he sat on the ground.

"Archbishop, you, you, you..."

The next moment, the Archbishop let out a roar, his divine robe exploded, and what appeared before everyone's eyes was not a human body, but a huge snake body covered in black scales.

The top of the snake body was split into two, one side was an ugly snake head spitting out a snake tongue and revealing fangs. The other side was only a section of snake neck.

On top of the snake neck was a dry, scabbed wound—that was the scar left after being cut off by Lin Qingyue.

The Emperor of the Guifang Kingdom hadn't reacted yet when he was swallowed into the mouth by the snake demon and began to be eaten.

The crowd was in an uproar. The surrounding guards wanted to save the Emperor, but they were trembling and didn't dare to approach.

Only the young Sixth Prince, after being stunned for a moment, drew a guard's knife and rushed over.

As a result, before he could even get close, he was flipped over by the snake demon's big tail, struggling and unable to climb up.

Soon, the snake demon had swallowed the Emperor into its stomach, and the originally thick snake body became even thicker, with the traces of struggling and twisting vaguely visible.

The crowd was frightened and began to flee in all directions. Some fell, some were trampled.

But even so, some people in the crowd still couldn't believe everything they saw, holding incense and crying to ask the god what was going on!

After eating a person, the snake demon gradually regained some sanity.

Seeing the believers fleeing in all directions, and the surrounding civil and military officials full of fear, no longer as devout as before.

He panicked a little.

"What you see is not true, it's all an illusion! It's a test from the god! Believe me, I am not a demon! I am the Archbishop, the agent sent by the god to the human world!"

He was still trying to explain, but the fangs exposed when he opened his mouth still had the Emperor's boots hanging on them, which was extremely ironic.

"He is a snake demon, kill the snake demon, avenge His Majesty!"

An official reacted and shouted loudly.

Guards rushed up one after another, but they were no match for the snake demon at all. The snake demon rolled up a wild wind, instantly flipping everyone on the sacrificial platform.

Two officials happened to fall at the feet of the statue, and they hurriedly begged: "Please, God, manifest and eliminate this big demon for us."

The statue was full of compassion, but said nothing.

The red umbrella flew into Lin Qingyue's hand with a "swoosh," and she held the umbrella, walked out of the chaotic crowd, and walked step by step onto the high sacrificial platform.

Her black skirt trailed, and the red umbrella was like a flame.

This thin woman actually wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with the god! ===== CHAPTER 233 =====