377: Bishop Lance's trump card!

"Jie jie, because I am the doctor who treats your Human Realm. What doctors are best at is treating illnesses and saving lives."

Looking at Song Zhong's arrogant smile, Bishop Lance pointed his staff at Song Zhong, and the black magic array immediately locked onto its target.

Roar!

Dense black viruses gathered together, congealing into a giant skull.

The skull opened its mouth and bit towards Song Zhong.

Song Zhong was completely fearless. He opened his mouth and gently blew at the skull, and suddenly a fierce wind swept through the entire Human Realm.

The black smoke could not withstand the baptism of the storm. The skull that Bishop Lance had just condensed was instantly blown away by Song Zhong.

Seeing that his attack had no effect, Bishop Lance shouted, "The invader has appeared! Capture him!"

"Roar!"

"Ow!"

The infected Puppets seemed to go mad, rushing towards Song Zhong.

Although Song Zhong was in the sky, the Puppets gathered together, stepping on each other's bodies and climbing higher step by step. For a moment, a giant Puppet tower appeared in the church square.

The Puppets climbed upward, extending their pitch-black arms, trying to pull Song Zhong down from the sky.

Song Zhong looked coldly at the virus Puppets and said indifferently, "It seems you are quite ill and desperately need me to prescribe a liberation elixir for you."

With that, a nine-colored flame emerged from Song Zhong's palm.

Song Zhong gently pressed downward, and the flowing fire danced, filling the sky with colorful flames.

The strong wind roared, and the fire grew even fiercer. The Puppets that touched the flames were like dry wood meeting a raging fire; the fierce flames instantly engulfed them.

Bishop Lance was greatly alarmed. He had not expected that he was not the only one capable of large-scale magic attacks.

And judging by the power, the opponent was even stronger than him.

What should he do? He had to take action, otherwise, continuing like this would be waiting for death.

Bishop Lance's heart was burning with anxiety. The Puppets were completely defenseless against the strange flames. In just this short time, the Puppets at the very top had been burned to charcoal, while the Puppets below were still climbing upward, oblivious to their impending doom.

The stench of decay and charring was completely out of place with the sacred church. Bishop Lance gritted his teeth, seemingly having made some kind of decision.

"You forced me to do this!"

Bishop Lance took out a silver vial from his Pregnant, bit open the stopper, and a silver light gushed out from the opening.

Bishop Lance held up the bottle, and a mercury-like liquid flowed out from inside.

This was the Holy Water from Asgard, Bishop Lance's greatest trump card.

With the blessing of the Holy Water, Bishop Lance could directly Breakthrough the Peak Realm of human limits, temporarily possessing Divine-Grade strength.

The Holy Water flowed into Bishop Lance's mouth, and it seemed to penetrate his body. Streaks of mercury-colored patterns spread from his forehead, covering his entire body.

Bishop Lance felt a terrifying energy gushing out from his body. His body temperature was gradually rising, and a layer of silver steam emanated from his body surface.

The mercury slowly flowed over his body until it was completely covered.

At this moment, Bishop Lance had already transformed into a mercury man.

"Is this the great power of Asgard? Indeed, only powerful strength can bring pleasure.

Now, I am terrifyingly strong!"

Bishop Lance grasped his scepter and poured a massive amount of Divine Power into it.

The aquamarine at the top of the scepter glittered, and the magic array in the sky actually began to rotate in reverse.

"Hehe, my current body should be able to withstand it."

A strange scene appeared. With the reversal of the magic array, the process of spreading the plague suddenly stopped.

The Puppets that had not been burned suddenly froze in place, unmoving.

Streaks of red and black energy shot up from their heads towards the sky. These energies were like ropes, flying towards the magic array.

After reversing, this magic array was actually extracting the power of these Puppets.

Song Zhong did not stop this process but observed it carefully.

"Tsk tsk! Recycling the scattered plague seeds? The process is so complicated, the energy loss must be considerable, right?"

Hearing Song Zhong comment on his magic array, Bishop Lance snorted coldly, "At least you have some discernment. However, after being cultivated by the flesh and blood of these lowly people, the Black Death Core has completed its evolution. Just wait to enjoy the taste of your body being slowly corroded by the plague."

"Oh? Is that so? Then let me see it properly!"

Song Zhong flipped his hands, and the Great Compassion and Great Grief Rescue Banner appeared in his hands.

Whoosh!

The strong wind blew the [Salvation Banner] open directly. Song Zhong gently waved it, and countless lonely Souls and wandering ghosts transformed into rolling black clouds, all absorbed by the [Salvation Banner].

Bishop Lance's eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

He never expected that the other party would have a means to absorb Souls. This was bad.

His [Black Death Array] had destroyed the physical bodies of these commoners, but as long as their Souls remained, the gods of Asgard would have a way to revive these people and continue to provide Power Of Faith.

But now this invader had absorbed all their Souls. Even if God King Odin came, he would have no way to revive them, right?

This move by the other party completely destroyed the foundation of Asgard's Human Realm.

"Stop!" Bishop Lance roared loudly.

Song Zhong, unhurried, absorbed the last wisp of Soul into the [Salvation Banner] and then said with a smile, "During the healing process, disturbing the doctor is a very unwise act."

"Invader, you have found your Dao to death."

The magic array in the sky had disappeared, and its markings had appeared on Bishop Lance's body.

At this moment, after collecting the flesh and blood power of countless commoners, the [Black Death Core] concentrated all its power on Bishop Lance's body.

Bishop Lance threw his scepter aside. Now that he possessed the [Black Death Core], he no longer needed to rely on the staff to unleash attacks.

"Hahahaha, invader, die!"

Bishop Lance spread his arms, the magic patterns of the [Black Death Array] imprinted on his chest, and a ball of black corrosive energy gathered at his chest.

"S-Rank Forbidden Black Magic, [Roar of the Black Death]!"

Boom!

A black energy beam, carrying terrifying corrosive power, shot towards Song Zhong like a dagger.

The power of this strike had already reached the Divine-Grade, and Bishop Lance laughed madly, "Die, invader!"

Song Zhong's expression was calm, as if nothing had happened, and he glanced in Bishop Lance's direction.

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire church. Bishop Lance discovered in horror that his body could no longer move.

And that terrifying [Roar of the Black Death] seemed to have been paused, suspended in mid-air.