Messiah gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes hiding a deep-seated hatred.
He knew that if he didn't reveal some information now, the number of pursuits and interceptions like this in the future would only increase.
Looking at the group of gods and Buddhas below the church, holding various recording Gifts, Messiah sighed.
His gaze gradually became resolute.
(Since you want to see, let you see your fill!)
(But Aslan, I remember you!)
(You're jumping around a bit too much.)
A faint dark light flickered in Messiah's eyes.
(Don't think you're safe just because Shiroyasha is behind you.)
"What are you looking at? Have you forgotten you're still in battle?"
Aslan pulled out a box of popcorn, put on sunglasses that reduced light pollution and enhanced observation, then grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth.
As soon as Aslan's words ended, a whip kick fiercely aimed at Messiah.
Though Kalki was kind-hearted, his thinking wasn't rigid. While Messiah was lost in thought, it was a great opportunity for a sneak attack.
The Camel incarnation ability had given him Divine Domain-level kicking techniques, plus refinement from Little Garden and adaptation to this Authority.
Currently, Kalki had covered his shortcomings in martial skills and combat experience.
*BAM!* *BANG!*
Messiah was sent flying without surprise, crashing into the angel-emblemed statue and stained glass in the church's center.
"Can this really be called Messiah? Why does he feel so weak?" Aslan whispered to Indra. "Feels like, old Indra, you're going to lose big this time."
Indra skillfully grabbed a handful of popcorn from Aslan's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.
"It can't be that bad, right? Shouldn't be." Indra said with slight doubt.
Aslan patted Indra's shoulder sympathetically. "Old Indra, hope your little treasures are enough."
Instantly, Indra's face darkened. Who bet the most?
If Kalki really won, he'd owe Aslan two Authorities.
At the same time, the group of gods and Buddhas around who bet on Kalki winning laughed.
While those who bet on the Holy Son showed expressions like they'd lost their mothers.
"Young man, your Authority is good."
A praising voice came from the smoke. Messiah, in black priestly robes, patted his unstained hem and walked out of the smoke.
"So, young man, how about giving me this Authority?"
This?
Kalki's gaze gradually became serious. The opponent had taken two heavy attacks, but why was there not a single wound?
Was this an Authority he obtained?
What Authority was this?
But Kalki smelled a sweet aroma in the smoke-filled church.
He followed the scent, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
Aslan really didn't care…
But he quickly realized what Authority this was.
Five Loaves and Two Fish. Recorded in the New Testament that Jesus once performed a miracle with five loaves and two fish, feeding thousands. This Authority should be the manifestation of that miracle.
"Not too stupid."
Aslan praised softly. No wonder he reminded him well. The purpose of so-called disruption wasn't truly disrupting.
But to track the information of Authorities obtained by the Holy Son's incarnation. As long as all Authority information obtained by Messiah was sold, the Holy Son would truly be greatly troubled.
As for truly dark attacks, forget it. No one wanted to truly offend a Two-Digit.
Messiah sneered, gently opening the book in his hand, and chanted softly.
"God says, you fool, you have sinned!"
Countless feathers fell from the sky. Holy light pierced the clouds in the dome, illuminating it.
Messiah now was like Jesus walking the world, declaring the world's sins.
The powerful Holy Light force like the Sword of Damocles representing judgment, hung over the church.
Nearly locking every direction Kalki could evade. As long as Kalki tried to escape, it would fall.
Inside the church, hellfire red flames appeared from nowhere, judging and burning every sin in this world.
The hellfire engulfed Kalki, and at that moment, a chant was heard.
"No infiltrators, let's have a little Holy Son joke."
"Why couldn't Sun Wukong escape Buddha's palm, but could escape the Holy Son's palm?"
"Because there's a hole in the Holy Son's palm."
Like a poet's chant, but also containing a bit of mockery and hellish meaning.
The poetic mockery triggered the symbolic weakness of Messiah's Authority, and the Holy Light prison shattered.
Just like the two holes in the Holy Son's palms.
Kalki quickly seized the opportunity and directly escaped through the two gaps that appeared.
Only, even he couldn't stand Aslan's hellish joke.
The corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
At this moment, the air froze. Messiah stared at the two holes in his palms in shock.
"Wow, how dare you joke about this Sun (me)."
In the church corner, Sun Wukong was shocked.
"But, brother-in-law, good job!"
"Too bad, why didn't that old monk's palm have holes like this back then? Otherwise, this Sun might have escaped."
Was Sun Wukong sighing, or rubbing salt in Messiah's wound?
"So, why when crucifying the Holy Son back then, did they not nail his shoulder blades, but chose to nail the palms?"
"Otherwise, there wouldn't be such obvious gaps, right?"
Aslan added. Though he created this scene, he still couldn't stand seeing it again.
"Bastard! You all have sinned!"
Messiah, as the mockery target, treated like a monkey, was instantly furious.
He unconsciously released power exceeding the treaty limits. Countless Holy Lights condensed into a giant palm, slamming toward the spectator crowd.
Only he seemed to forget there were still holes in his palm.
*BAM!*
The giant Holy Light palm fell. The nearly collapsed church instantly became ruins, except where the congregation (spectators) were.
Seemingly, God protected them.
Amen~~
"Pffft!"
Someone couldn't hold it and laughed uproariously. Then countless voices followed with loud laughter.
"Lord, forgive me for laughing… unless he fixes the holes in his palms first."
Indra secretly made the sign of the cross on his chest. Seemingly this way, he could redeem the merit God reduced for that hellish joke.
(Minus one, Buddha laughs with you.)
At this moment, on Spirit Mountain, the corner of Sakyamuni's mouth couldn't help smiling. He lowered his head and looked at his palms.
Seemingly feeling lucky his palms weren't holed.
And at that moment, Messiah snorted coldly.
Holy Light beams shot directly at Aslan. Aslan suddenly jumped, narrowly avoiding the Holy Light.
"Damn, I'm not a participant! Why attack me?!"
"Can't you let me watch in peace?"
(Are you a spectator?)
Hearing Aslan's shameless words, even Indra's mouth corner twitched.
(Messiah is just teaching you a lesson now. He's already very rational, okay.)
If it were him, treated like that by Aslan, even sacrificing King of the End Spirit Status and losing participant qualification, he'd die with Aslan.
Honestly, even Indra felt the current Holy Son's rationality was frightening.
Just as Indra voiced this complaint, the next second, Holy Light swords containing Holy Light power fell toward Aslan.
Clearly showing the trend of not stopping until Aslan was defeated.
However, Aslan controlled Spatial Authority. As Indra said, he was slippery like an eel.
Let alone attacking Aslan, even touching his clothing corner was impossible.
"Hey, I said your opponent is Kalki! Why keep attacking me!!"
Aslan scolded while dodging.
Narrowly avoiding another attack.
"Fight your opponent! If you keep attacking me, don't blame me for being rude!"
Even a clay person has three parts fire. Though he mocked first, could Messiah say he had no responsibility at all?
The next second, Aslan pulled out a beautifully handwritten poem sheet.
"The priest says: Demon, come out of this little boy's body."
"The demon says: You should come out first, right?"
After Aslan's investigation, he found Little Garden priests were no different from outside ones. They all really liked little boys.
Even because Little Garden laws were far looser than outside, Little Garden priests played even more openly.
So, this wasn't a rumor.
Then Messiah, as a priest, shifted targets, attacking Kalki.
For some reason, Kalki felt strong hatred. This hatred he once felt passing a church before.
He unconsciously stepped back twice, warily staring at Messiah.
However, the restriction effect from the poem combining Poet and Fictional Historian power wasn't too strong.
And not as strong as the previous hellish joke. The more specific the nature, the better the effect.
While general ones didn't have such good effects, but couldn't say no effect at all.
At least Messiah's desire was triggered.
Facing everyone's mocking gazes, he finally couldn't stand it.
His pupils reddened, surrounding Holy Light suddenly surged. The God Slayer treaty suppression nearly collapsed…
He almost without hesitation fully released from the God Slayer treaty bonds.
Releasing his power, piercing Four-Digit, and attacking Aslan.
"Die!!!!"