Chapter 212: Holy Apostle
Translated by: La0o9
Edited by: La0o9
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As soon as he got that feeling of unease, Gu Qing Shan instantly became cautious.
The stronger a cultivator is, the stronger their spirit sense becomes, if they happen to sense something, it is almost always a feedback from the cracks of fate, which means it’ll actually happen soon.
Of course, that being the case, they very rarely get premonitions.
Very coincidentally, this time both Gu Qing Shan and the Pope just happened to receive a premonition at the same time.
Gu Qing Shan was uneasy, so he suddenly spoke: “After we go in, as soon as the banquet is over and the ball begins, all of you should immediately leave the area and go back to the emba.s.sy”
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
The amba.s.sador asked: “Are there some danger?”
“Not necessarily, but it’s better for everyone to leave first”
Gu Qing Shan continued: “Impartial G.o.ddess”
[I’m here]
“There’s been a change in plans, I request that you arrange for some high-speed shuttles at the emba.s.sy, as soon as the emba.s.sy personnel arrive, take them away”
[I will begin the arrangements]
Gu Qing Shan looked at the amba.s.sador and said: “I apologize for this, but try your best to move quickly later on”
The amba.s.sador nodded while still thinking.
This special agent is able to directly contact Impartial G.o.ddess, which means the mission is time is exceptionally important, so much that his temporary personal authority got elevated extremely high.
Then the amba.s.sador said: “You should also be careful, if the situation becomes too dire, no need to put up a tough front, once we get back to the Confederate, I’ll be your witness”
Gu Qing Shan didn’t expect to hear him say that, only smiled and said: “Very well”
Right here, the car slowed down, because the other cars ahead of it were also slowing down.
What’s going on ahead?
Gu Qing Shan released his inner sight, extending it far forward, all the way until the toll gates.
Numerous Paladins were surrounding an empty area.
A white-robed Holy Judge stood in the middle of the area, observing the tied-up Professionists.
He looked over at each of them, then said: “The lot of you have two choices, one is to immediately go to prison and wait for your punishments; and the other is to spar with me”
He suddenly smiled softly and warmly, muttering to them: “If you manage to win, I’ll order them to release you”
“Is what you’re saying true?” the Professionists hesitantly asked.
“A Holy Apostle never lies; this is something all of you should know”
Although he was smiling and addressing them with a gentle tone, the look that the Holy Apostle had while looking at them was like that of a butcher looking at his cattle.
The Professionists all exchanged looks, seeing hope in each other’s eyes.
“Then we’ll spar with you”
“Very well, release them”
“Once you’re ready, you’re free to begin”
The 5-6 Professionists there stretched their bodies, then gestured to each other to prepare their tactic and began a relentless a.s.sault.
The white-robed Holy Apostle only stood still, arms crossed, letting the barrages of attacks fall onto himself.
His robe has already been fully ripped apart, himself naked, still under the attacks of ice, fire, firearms… all sorts of attacks.
A few breaths later.
“Die!”
“Just die already!”
“Why aren’t you dead!?”
A few people in the group that were attacking him were close to breaking into tears.
Because there wasn’t even a scratch on the white-robed Holy Apostle’s body.
During the barrage of attacks, the ones that were being hurt the most were the Professionist, as each of them got hurt more and more for unknown reasons until all of them fell.
The white-robed Holy Apostle looked over at the people on the ground, ignoring the attacks on himself, stepped forward and broke the neck of a wounded person with a single kick.
His eyes squinted, carefully looking at the body that slowly lost its life, as if observing his masterpiece.
He nodded, pleased.
“Monster, you’re a monster!”
A Professionist that was still alive was already scared witless.
The white-robed Holy Apostle looked at him and said: “To attack me is to disrespect G.o.d’s spokesperson on Earth, atone for your sin with your deaths”
His cold voice carried a deep sense of cruelty, as a s.h.i.+ning holy pattern begun to draw itself beneath his feet.
As soon as Gu Qing Shan’s inner sight pa.s.sed through, he understood the meaning of the pattern.
This is the Holy Church’s signature Mystic-type G.o.d’s Chosen Skill, [Repentance].
Facing the G.o.d’s Chosen Skill, [Repentance], anyone that attacks him will receive twice the damage they dealt.
While the Holy Apostle that is has [Repentance] will receive no damage what-so-ever.
The Holy Church’s actions have always been cruel and without any semblance of humanity, but one thing that every Professionist had to admit without a doubt was that the Holy Church’s G.o.d’s Chosen Skills are disgustingly strong.
In the past, the Holy Church had always been a dependent of the Holy Empire’s Royalty.
The Holy Empire’s Royalty provided the Holy Church’s seeds with G.o.d’s Chosen Awakening Serum, while the Holy Church was tasked with protecting both Royalty and the Holy Empire as a whole.
But today, the royal line has been murdered by the Holy Church almost to extinction, the only person left is Anna.
A masculine man lifted a heavy battle-axe, emitting intense layers of Martial Thaumaturgy and directly headed for the Holy Apostle.
“Beheading!”
The man shouted, as the battle-axe cleaved open the wind, attacking the Holy Apostle with reckless abandon.
Under such fierce attacks, the Holy Apostle was still standing in place, crossing his arms and didn’t even bother to block.
“An axe? What rubbish weaponry” he scoffed.
Following the screaming sound of the wind, the sharp battle-axe cleaved into his body, but let out a very dull sound ——–as if something just hit a very dense layer of rubber.
The white-robed Holy Apostle stood still, unharmed.
He was able to take a full-powered attack directly with his body.
This was completely inconceivable.
“Impossible!”
The man shouted desperately, then coughed up blood.
The white-robed Holy Apostle swatted his hand away and grabbed his neck.
“That didn’t even tickle, how disappointing”
Gently saying so, he put force into his arm.
With a ‘crak crak’ sound, the man’s head was bent at an unimaginable angle.
The bulky man instantly lost his life.
“The sparring is over”
The white-robed man threw the body to the ground and declared, unamused.
A few Paladins quickly brought a giant barrel of water over in front of him.
One person laid directly on the ground, the second laid and bent their knees, the third was half-crouched.
They were creating a human ladder.
The white-robed Holy Apostle stepped on their backs, leaving b.l.o.o.d.y footprints.
Then he entered the bath.
A few minutes later, the Holy Apostle wore a completely new white robe and remain as dignified as ever.
“Sir, do we bring the last remaining person alive back to interrogate?” a Paladin asked.
A heavily wounded Professionist was still laying on the ground, like a dying fish, he was trying his best to breath.
“No need, they’re nothing but trash, execute him on the spot” he coldly declared.
“Yes sir!”
A m.u.f.fled sound of gunshot.
The Holy Apostle ordered: “Don’t let your guard down, keep filtering out suspicious people”
“Make sure that everything goes well tonight”
“”“Yes sir!”””
Gu Qing Shan retreated his inner sight and silently contemplated.
One of the Seven Holy Apostles, the Judge of Repentance, Ivan.
A cruel and dangerous person who likes to kill people under the premise of sparring.
Ivan’s strength is about the same as a Golden Core realm early stage cultivator, luckily he doesn’t know how to cultivate spirit energy, otherwise he’d be as strong as a Rejuvenation realm!
In the Holy Church, aside from the Pope herself, the Holy Apostles are the strongest fighting strength they have.
During Gu Qing Shan’s visit this time to the Holy Empire, the only people he’s worried about are the Pope and the Holy Apostles.
Gu Qing Shan took the time and used Presence Concealment on himself.
One second later, his vague radiance was completely concealed.
From just looking, no one could tell his true mettle.
Very quickly, the emba.s.sy car slowed down to a stop.
The amba.s.sador went out and looked forward to see what happened.
On the street, at least a dozen cars heading for the banquet were stopped in place.