A motorcycle journey through the worlds

Chapter 119: Angry Phantom

But Lin Yu knew that the old man was just pretending. The murderous aura directed at him, as sharp as a blade, and the arrogance of looking down on everything, this was the second time Lin Yu had seen it. The previous time was when he killed the orc soldiers guarded by the "White Palm Badge". This was the second time he would fight the giant phantom Saruman that occupied half of the sky.

Qiao Yan's sinister and vicious eyes kept scanning back and forth between Lin Yu and King Theoden beside him. He put his mouth close to Theoden's ear and whispered, "Your Majesty, this guy despises your authority. He even incites your people to rebel against you, so you must mobilize your army to capture him, and by the way, all those who have joined this evil cult, without sparing a single one!"

In the central square of Edolas City, the confrontation between faith and royal power continues. On one side are the traditions and laws accumulated over thousands of years on the continent, while on the other side is the last shore that the human soul can rely on. It is still difficult to predict who will win and who will lose.

The old king Xi Yudon pointed his trembling finger at Lin Yu: "Your religion will not be recognized, and the god you believe in is just a false god. You are not welcome in Rohan. You, you must..."

"God said that anyone who questions him must be possessed by a demon in his heart~~~!"

Lin Yu's powerful roar decisively interrupted the old king's weak voice, but it sounded directly in the soul of others. The momentum in this instant finally overwhelmed the old King Xi Yudon.

"Any true god, when his glory spreads throughout the world, will inevitably be obstructed by demons. They will use those blinded eyes to create the saddest darkness in the brightest places. And you, Your Majesty Xiyouden, although it is not what you want, your soul has been tainted by demons, and your faith is no longer pure."

"You~~~!" Thyoden, who was possessed by Saruman's soul, was "seriously ill". He couldn't point at Lin Yu's nose and scold him, or draw his sword to kill him. He could only threaten him in a dead voice: "You are a madman who talks nonsense and has a sharp tongue... There is no need for me to argue with you. Anyway, if you don't leave this country within one day, your body will be hung on the city gate, exposed to the sun, and pecked by crows..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Yudon turned around and prepared to leave, but Lin Yu had painstakingly created the current situation, so how could he let him leave the central square occupied by the fanatical followers of the Temple of Poseidon and return to the heavily guarded and impregnable Medusi Golden Temple.

"Your Majesty, please stay!" Lin Yu shouted again: "My holy light has the power to cleanse all filth, whether it is pain, disease, or curse... Under the burning of the holy light blessed by the sea god, nothing can escape and turn into ashes. This is something that every citizen of Rohan present knows, and most people here have personally experienced the blessing of the holy light. As we all know, your body is suffering from illness, why don't you give me a chance to let me prove my faith?"

Hearing that the curse could be broken and the evil could be purified, King Thjoden, who was possessed by Saruman, frowned slightly. Although the white-robed wizard was absolutely confident that the only one who could break his soul curse was someone with higher magic power than him, there was only one such person in Middle-earth...his current master, the Dark Lord Sauron. In other words, there could be no second person who could expel his curse. The grey-robed wizard Gandalf could not do it, and the pagan in front of him could not do it either. At least Saruman was completely sure that although the magic level of this person in front of him was not bad, it was still very far from his own.

But the problem is that I have already classified the "Temple of Poseidon" as a cult. If I agree with Lin Yu's suggestion and accept his "treatment" now, wouldn't it be a slap in the face and a loss of dignity?

Thinking of this, King Xiyuden immediately snorted with disdain: "I will not accept the dirty sorcery of an evil god, even if it can bring back temporary, false health. And if you don't leave this city and this country immediately...Ah~~~! You! How dare you sneak attack me!"

Without giving the old king Theoden any chance to speak, Lin Yu had already gathered the highly compressed power of faith into a ball, and then threw it at the old king's body with the throwing technique of shuriken. When it came into contact with the old king Theoden, it spread out, engulfing Grima Wormtongue and several nearby guards. A huge pure white beam of light suddenly rose in the center of the square. However, the palm fairy technique attached to Lin Yu's power of faith was not a special attack skill. It not only had no killing power on non-evil creatures, but also played a role in cleansing and healing.

Although all these people were involved in the holy light, it would not cause any substantial harm to them. Although Grima Wormtongue was full of evil and looked like a demon, he was still a genuine Middle-earth human. The holy light burned on his body, and at first it scared this coward half to death, but soon, he felt an incomparable wonderful feeling and comfortable experience. This traitor who didn't like to take a bath since birth was "cleaned" from the inside out. If there was no shrill scream from his side, I'm afraid this guy would still be humming in ecstasy.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

King Theoden was the only one who was harmed by the Holy Light. A large amount of extremely high concentration of cursed energy was accumulated in his body, and even a clone of a fallen soul was included. These were like the best combustion aids, attracting all the holy light around. A large column of light suddenly rose from Theoden's body, rising into the sky, straight into the clouds, and spraying hundreds of meters high. Then it suddenly exploded, revealing a huge phantom of an old man in a white robe, like a demon descending from the earth.

An extremely angry phantom.

Saruman, in the sky, glared at Lin Yu, who was as tiny as an ant below him, but he was unable to do anything due to too many restrictions on himself. In the end, he turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the air.

"That is the white wizard Saruman. He has indeed cast an evil curse on His Majesty the King!"