In the air of the third floor underground.

"What's going on?" Qing Gong's right hand collided heavily with the water behind him, and large pieces of fire were bursting out. "What's going on with those people below?"

"I don't know." Zhishui from the rear frowned slightly and shot the Qing Palace with a backhand. "It seems that he is a Russian ecclesiastical, but I have not received any requests or orders that require them to help me."

"Tsk!" In desperation, Qinggong's sword blades suddenly crossed, and two rays of light, one blue and one gold, formed a cross in the air, barely holding the huge gun stick of Zhishui behind him, but his face suddenly turned pale, his chest felt dull, and he almost couldn't breathe.

With physical skills, Qing Palace is definitely not a match for the water in the rear. As a saint, the power he can exert far exceeds that of the water in the Qing Palace. Now, even if he uses special methods to strengthen his body, it is only temporary and naturally cannot be compared with the water in the rear. Qing Palace's advantages lie in control, consumption and explosion, but it is definitely not good at fighting with people.

"It's really difficult." Qing Gong took a breath, and the white flame-shaped mark on his forehead kept beating, making up for his own consumption. "The power of the 'saint' is so powerful?"

Qing Gong never understood the essence of the forest white flame he controlled. In addition to the strange attack and decomposition of energy, it seemed that he could also convert himself by absorbing external energy. Just as Qing Gong controlled his own heat to maintain his figure, this ability can also play a role in "weighting", but the heat entering the human body is heat rather than fat, and it is consumed very quickly.

Qinggong himself did not understand the principle of this flame, but only knew that this power was related to his own aim diffusion force field, which seemed to be another manifestation of personal reality. However, Qinggong himself did not understand the specific situation.

"However, it seems to be a very omnipotent ability." Qing Gong let out a light breath, and the double blades in his hand, which were more than three meters long, slashed downwards!

The next moment, an ice-blue airflow and an orange-gold flame appeared out of thin air, slashing down in a huge "x" shape. Although one ice and one fire, the two forces had no influence on each other at all. They slashed fiercely towards the water behind with a huge and violent energy fluctuation.

Zhishui behind frowned and raised the gun rod in his hand to break up the ice and fire cross that was attacking him, but as soon as the gun in his hand touched the energy, his hand numbed slightly, and a strange feeling suddenly burst out from his palm.

This inexplicable pain seemed to be burned by a candle to his fingers, and it seemed as if he suddenly held a piece of ice. This strange and contradictory feeling shocked Zhishui behind him, and the power outside the "saint" was subconsciously stimulated by him!

Large pieces of crystal suddenly spread on his hands, wrapped with his arms and the gun handle in his hand, flashing dark colors in the air, like obsidian flashing brightly under the moonlight.

Looking closely, this crystal is exactly the same as the wings behind when Shasha Chloejev transformed into an angel in the "Angel Fall" incident!

The moment he touched the crystal, the blue light and the flames disappeared, but the water behind him groaned muffled.

With a crisp sound, the crystal on the water's hand behind suddenly exploded and opened a hole, revealing the water's arm behind. The crystal flashed dimly in the air, and a wisp of white flame jumped on it, and then slowly extinguished.

"So that's it, Orville." Qing Palace watched the flame disappear with some regret. "At this level of attack, it can only merge into such a bunch of flames. I only fully understand the meaning of your name."

"'Shui'." Qing Gong said softly, "Speaking of this, I have also seen your body directly."

"It was that incident, 'Angelic Falls'." The water behind said lightly, "Fire, Water, Feng, the power I represent is the archangel that represents water, 'The Power of God'. Of course, I think you are more used to calling it Gabriel."

"'Fire of God' Uriel,' Raphael of God', plus the 'power of God' you represent Gabriel," Qing Gong looked at the water behind him and said calmly, "So, the remaining one represents Michael the Angel in the Bible?"

"It's right," a slight fluctuation flashed on Zhishui's tough face behind him, causing him to raise his eyebrows slightly, "Is your power really under your control?"

"So that's it." Qing Palace snapped his fingers and a touch of white illuminated on his fingertips. "I think you should have discovered it in the last battle, and you still call it the origin or something?"

"Probably." Zhishui from behind looked at the flames at Qinggong's fingertips with a serious expression. "Although it's strange to say such words in the battle, I still want to ask you a question."

"Do you believe in God?"

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ground.

When the purple light lit up, Shangjoo was already stunned.

What happened in just a few days?

Since going to France to resolve the "C Document" incident, Shangjoo has been having a few days of good students. He takes to school and takes to feed Indyce every day. He has not paid attention to what happened outside, nor does he know the battle between the Ancient People that almost shocked the school city. Although there have been news reports of news similar to abnormal weather, he did not care. As for whether the Qing Palace hadn't come to school for several days, he was even more accustomed to thinking that this was just a boring skip class in the Qing Palace.

But now it seems that something is clearly happening! The previous entry looked at Mikoto and the beautiful pair of thunder and lightning wings behind her in a daze. Otherwise, why would Misaka have such a big change!

In less than a week, how did their abilities develop so abnormally?

Kamijo looked at Mikoto, who was like Thor, just until Gowa, who was beside him gently pushed him, then he came to his senses.

"Article Nikola," Jiangong Zaiyu slowly raised the flame-shaped sword in his hand, and looked at the fat middle-aged man in golden clothes not far away with a serious expression. "I ask you as the agent of the Amacao-style Cross-Secret Sect, why are you here?"

Collecting this guy is the acting pope. When Kurajo heard this, he couldn't help but glance at Kenji Saiyu beside him. It seems that Amaca-style pope or God-Splitting?

The middle-aged man not far away did not reply, and he didn't even turn his head. He just looked at Mikoto, who was flashing with an unsettling purple thunder and lightning all over his body, slowly raised his hand, and then waved it hard!

"Good come!" A purple light flashed in Mikoto's eyes.
Chapter completed!