Chapter 223 The Nemesis of the Black Sun Cult

"Be careful, the opponent can not only use black fog for defense, but also avoid attacks by atomizing the body."

Although the sneak attack failed, Jesse did not gain nothing. He tried out the opponent's supernatural means.

However, this did not make Mary and others feel at ease. The strange means of body atomization was very tricky, and the black-robed man was a fifth-level supernatural person, and he might have other means.

The situation was still very bad.

Facing the situation in front of her, Mary quickly made arrangements.

"Tina, you take people to evacuate women and children. This place will soon become a battlefield. Mark, the team is under your command. Use plan B."

"Humph, it's almost time to play."

Bulma decided not to let go and was ready to quickly deal with these small fish.

At present, more and more evolvers came over. If he was attacked by many supernatural people in combination, he would also feel troubled, especially since there was another fifth-level supernatural person in Kra City.

Bishop Bulma took out a scepter from his sleeve. The scepter seemed to be made of metal silver, and a black sphere was inlaid on the head of the scepter, like a shining black sun.

"No, stop him."

"Hmph, it's too late."

Bulma raised the Black Sun Scepter, his wrinkled old face twisted into a ball, and he sneered crazily.

"Foolish sinners, let you feel the power of the Lord."

As if a huge stone was thrown into the lake, the black scepter emitted a soul wave, and the crowd that was swept by it all paused, their eyes gradually lost color and fell into confusion.

Then, they seemed to have seen something extremely terrible, and their faces became distorted and terrified.

"Ah!"

"No, help!"

Those evolvers with low evolution levels were the first to be affected, first the second-level evolvers, then the third-level evolvers, and finally even Mary was affected.

"Damn, what the hell is this, go away!"

Mary covered her ears, as if she had endured great pain, her mind was full of whispers from all directions, and she saw a faint purple in her eyes, trying to resist this indescribable voice.

This is an unspeakable voice, coming from the depths of the soul.

He was sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes left, sometimes right, like countless painful moans kneaded together, then trampled into pieces, or like the bloody murmur of the Virgin Mary, tempting people to fall into the invisible embrace of darkness.

"Damn it, we must leave here!"

Jessica, Ham and others seemed to be still struggling weakly, all of whom were people with relatively high talent in cultivating the Purple Demon Eye.

"Humph, you dare to resist the Lord's call, foolish sinners, sink under the Lord's mercy."

Bulma held the black ball high and slowly approached, so that he could use the power of the holy staff to make his supernatural power more influential.

Gradually, some evolvers with weak willpower knelt down, constantly mumbling words like God and Allah, as if He was right in front of them.

As time passed, the purple in the eyes of Mary and others also completely dissipated, and the pupils lost their luster...

"Oh my God! It's over, we're going to be wiped out."

In a corner where no one noticed, in a rusty yellow iron lump, the screen of an old iPhone quietly lit up.

A two-dimensional Finger scratched the fluffy iron-gray hair on his head, silently venting his despair.

It wanted to run away, but it was afraid of attracting the old man's attention.

Now, it became the only sober one among the people present. There was no such thing as indescribable mumbling. He only saw the old man holding a stick and muttering, and he lay down.

This...

Finger turned his eyes like a digital camera and looked at the old man in black robe and the black ball quietly.

"What the hell is this? It's too weird. Even the fourth-level evolver can't stand it. Fortunately, I'm not a human. Well, it's a bit like the effect of Word Spirit Emperor. It's really troublesome."

It seems that Finger's little action attracted the attention of the other party. Bulma turned her head slightly and looked at the ugly yellow iron lump in the corner.

"Fuck, I've been discovered, damn it, what should I do now? Is it too late to convert now?"

Fingal was motionless, anxious to the point that the screen was about to break, and he didn't know whether the Black Sun Church would accept a pious robot.

"What is this? Is it a technological item?"

Just when Bulma was about to smash this strange iron lump, suddenly, this unknown iron lump trembled with a clang, and made a dull mechanical sound to him:

"Children, come and play!"

Fingal seemed to have a malfunction, and the two tracks turned with a click, turning into a slight arc. Then, it began to swing back and forth magically, and began to play the classic songs of the rocking car.

"What's the name of Daddy's dad... Daddy's dad is called Grandpa...

What's the name of Daddy's mom... Daddy's mom is called Grandma..."

The ugly iron block stared with two mentally retarded eyes, holding a prismatic white iron sheet, and began to rise and fall in place like a pony, as if carrying a child behind it, so happy.

"Hmm, is it that kind of junk toy car?"

Bulma seemed to remember something, and there was a little nostalgia in her eyes.

"Why is this one so ugly?"

Damn, you dare to say I'm ugly, you obviously played with it when you were a child, right?

"Please put in a coin!"

"Hmph."

Bulma turned her head and ignored the rocking car, deciding to completely turn these scum into the Lord's slaves, and let the Black Sun Cult come to control the city as soon as possible.

But he didn't know that the silly rocking car was secretly turning the white iron piece in his hand...

The black-robed bishop slowly approached, holding up the scepter and shouting loudly.

"Foolish sinners, are you in pain? Are you desperate? Stop struggling, convert to my Lord, and get salvation."

Listening to the painful roars around him, Bulma was extremely excited, his superpowers were stimulated to the extreme, and a perverted smile appeared on his face.

"Yes, that's it, don't disobey Him, He repent..."

Old Bulma laughed crazily.

Suddenly, a blue electric light shot over without warning, carrying a terrifying high-energy particle group, and went straight to his twisted old face.

This attack came too suddenly, and the timing was fully calculated by Fingel's CPU, and Bulma didn't expect that there was an alien on the scene that was not controlled by his superpowers.

"Ah!!"

The blue particle group passed by with a chirp.

Bulma only had time to block with his hands, and the high-energy ion group directly hit his right hand holding the scepter, instantly turning half of his shoulder into ashes, and even the black ball on the scepter was blown off half.

"Damn it! I'm going to tear you apart."

Because of the pain, Bulma's old face became more distorted. This pain was not only physical pain, but also mental trauma caused by the damage to the black ball. If it weren't for his strong mental power, he would probably become a fool in an instant.

Bulma gritted his teeth, endured the severe mental pain, and blasted out a black mist.

"Little thing, die!"

"Little friends, come and play!"

Facing the rage of the bishop, the unscrupulous Finger held up the ion gun, happily rolled on the tracks and kept shooting at Bulma, teasing the poor old man wantonly.

The high-energy particle group shattered the black mist, or the black mist resisted the attack of the ion group.

This ion gun picked up from the robot No. 1 garbage point exerted its due power in Finger's hand. Any object hit would be melted by the high-energy particle group. Even the fifth-level psychic did not dare to be easily hit by a shot, and avoided the shooting of the particle gun left and right.

Finger failed to hit old Bulma again. The perception and movement speed of the fifth-level psychic were not comparable to its short legs. Instead, Bulma approached step by step.

"Die!"

Bulma's black mist wrapped around Finger's Wall-E body, making a metal twisting sound, and disintegrated parts kept popping out.

"Little bastard, let's see how you can escape now?"

"Ah, are you going to... die? But... zi... have you forgotten... zi... I am not a person..."