Chapter 559 Cardinal Archbishop
Thirty vs. One Thousand.
No matter who comes to see it, it is an extremely disparate battle.
But instead of being afraid, the demon-suppressing soldiers in Middle-earth made a faint slash with their rune sabers and shouted: "Kill!"
This "kill" sound was full of momentum, and along with the sound, thirty demon-suppressing soldiers They all took a step forward, and their indomitable courage suddenly caused a commotion among the mummies opposite.
They were commotion uneasily. Some timid guys looked at each other, but the bold guys were not to be outdone and tried to take a step forward. At least they couldn't lose their momentum.
But before they could take a step, the thirty demon-suppressing soldiers shouted loudly again and stepped forward neatly.
The murderous intent is soaring into the sky, and the anger swallows thousands of miles like a tiger.
The faces of everyone watching the excitement changed.
Even they were secretly frightened by the power of the demon-suppressing soldiers in the Middle Earth.
It is rumored that the demon-suppressing soldiers in China can guard the curse-free road for decades without making any mistakes. Sure enough, they have their own uniqueness.
Compared with the underground skeleton tombs in Paris, Sleepy Hollow in North America, and the endless corpse fields in the Great Rift Valley of East Africa, these are also passages connecting the underground world, and they are also guarded by local exorcists to the death. .
But in reality?
Every ten years or decades, there are always some undead zombies and the like coming out of the ground to cause trouble in the world.
Western exorcists simply cannot be completely suppressed.
Thirty demon-suppressing soldiers advanced step by step. Although there were only thirty of them, they suppressed more than a thousand mummies on the opposite side who did not dare to move forward and even began to retreat.
But Pharaoh George was a little confused. In front of the whole world, more than a thousand mummies were scared back by thirty demon-suppressing soldiers. Am I shameless?
There was a burst of violent soul fluctuations in his huge sedan: "Those who take a step back! Feed the scarabs!"
Scarabs are a type of corpse crickets that exist under the tombs of the pyramids.
On weekdays, they feed on the remains of mummies. When there is no food, they will become dehydrated and fall into a deep sleep. Until a living person or mummy approaches, they will come alive again and pounce on the meat.
The mummies were most afraid of scarabs. Their simple souls and tattered brains turned around a little, and they knew that dying in the mouth of a scarab would be worse than being chopped into a skeleton by a rune sword.
What's more, there are only thirty people on the other side.
So what if you have enough momentum?
Everyone swarmed up, and the pile could kill them all.
Under the threat of scarabs, this group of mummies also broke out into hysterical madness.
They roared angrily and rushed forward with their tattered weapons.
It's just that the roar sounds no different from a howl to me.
Seeing that the two sides were about to fight, suddenly a white beam of light flew rapidly from a distance and fell between the mummy and the demon-suppressing soldier like a meteor chasing the moon.
The white light stung people's eyes so much that even the demon-suppressing soldiers couldn't help but squint their eyes and lower their heads, not daring to look directly.
At the same time, a majestic voice came from the white light: "The Holy Lord has an order! The Middle-earth and the Mummy Corps are not allowed to fight!"
"The Clodo Bridge was the first for the Middle-earth to step on it, so it should be the Middle-earth to cross the bridge first!"
"Pharaoh Qiao Ze, please restrain your men!"
The white light gradually dissipated, revealing an old man in red robes.
He holds a Bible in his left hand and a staff in his right hand.
A white gem on the staff shines like a small sun.
The white light just now was emitted from the scepter.
The magician Tchaikov's expression changed, he bowed and said, "I have seen Archbishop Anthony."
Everyone was in an uproar.
Archbishop and great magician are not the same concepts.
Great magician is more like a noble title. Only magicians who have reached the peak of A-level can be called great magicians.
But the archbishop is different.
Dressed in red, they are the true power figures of the temple.
No matter how powerful a great magician is, he must be under the direct jurisdiction of the temple.
The person under direct jurisdiction is the Cardinal Archbishop.
Hearing that it was the Holy Lord giving the order, there was a burst of exclamation from the surroundings.
The Holy Lord Shenlong never sees the end of the dragon, and few people have seen his face.
But when it comes to reputation, even the beggars on the roadside know the temple and the Holy Lord.
Since he has ordered not to fight, if the Middle-earth and the Mummy Corps continue to fight, it will be disrespectful to the Holy Lord.
Qian Bulai shouted in a deep voice: "Stop!" The thirty demon-suppressing soldiers stopped instantly, and their indomitable momentum finally stopped.
Pharaoh Qiao Ze's soul fluctuations were still extremely lazy: "Back off!"
"Since the Holy Lord has spoken, I still have to give you this face."
"But the demon-suppressing soldiers of Middle-earth, I really hope that you can be safe. Leave the Holy City, in which case I can personally suck your blood!" Archbishop
Anthony said coldly: "Pharaoh Qiao Ze is serious. As long as anyone enters the Holy City, the Holy City has the obligation to protect his personal safety. "
Mr. Qian, please!"
Qian Bulai said, "Put your sword away!"
Thirty demon-suppressing soldiers sheathed their swords in unison, their movements uniform and pleasing to the eye.
He said to Archbishop Anthony: "Since the Holy Temple is here to host the Yin-Yang Peace Conference, I hope it can be fair and just." "
Behaviors like the great magician Tchaikov, China-Earth does not want to happen again. Otherwise, China-Earth will use its own hands to Come and fight for your own rights and interests with the sword in it!"
The great priest Tchaikov was furious: "Qian BuLai! What do you mean!"
Qian BuLai said coldly: "I mean, if you are a human being, you should be a good person! If you have to be in cahoots with evil spirits and are bent on the outside, just wipe your neck and stop being this person!"
After saying this, Qian BuLai slightly bowed his hands to Archbishop Anthony as a salute.
Then he led his men to catch up with the convoy in front without looking back.
Tchaikov's old face turned red, and he was completely humiliated by being ridiculed in front of countless spectators.
But Archbishop Anthony hadn't spoken yet. He could only boast and glare, but he didn't dare to refute.
Archbishop Anthony glanced at Tchaikov and said: "Master Tchaikov, the Holy Lord's meaning has been very clear. Our purpose is to resolve the ownership of the 9.6 million square kilometers of land in the Middle East and give it to the whole world. Create a relatively peaceful and prosperous age."
"But this does not mean that the exorcists of Middle-earth are those we can humiliate at will!" "
I hope that next time you encounter such a thing, you can deal with it impartially. No matter what, we are all Humans, not zombies."
After finishing speaking, the scepter in Archbishop Anthony's hand burst into brilliant white light. The white light quickly pierced people's eyes and made them unable to open their eyes.
I narrowed my eyes slightly, but when I focused my attention again, Archbishop Anthony had disappeared.
There was only a white meteor streaking across the sky, flying towards the Holy City.
I was horrified and whispered: "S level!"
Yes, Anthony is an S level master.
The pressure brought by the soul fluctuation made me afraid to visit directly.
This is another super strong person who has gone through the road of asking one’s heart.
From entering the Holy City until now, I have met two true S-class experts.
One is the man in black from the FBI, David Smith.
One is the Cardinal Archbishop of the Temple, Anthony, who just left.
This is still a strong man on the surface.
I don’t know how many masters are hidden secretly.
I'm worried.
If Wei Wuguo leads the team this time, I still have full confidence.
After all, in my opinion, whether it was against the Old Gods or against Fengdu, Wei Wuguo had never truly lost.
Not only does he deserve the title of the strongest man in Middle-earth, but even internationally, there are only a few people who can rival him.
But now that Wei Wuguo is away, Mr. Hu is only A-level.
Without a real S-class leader, there would be no say in the meeting.
Now I just hope that the boss can go through the road of asking questions as soon as possible and become a true S-class.
Or Chu Wu can arrive in time.
If he comes here, he must have gone through the road of asking questions and become an S-class strongman.
There are many strong people in Middle-earth, but there are also many places in Middle-earth that need strong people.
In the Uncursed Road battlefield and the Liaodong battlefield, there are still people stationed in Kyoto to prevent the old gods from stealing their homes, and manpower is also allocated to guard the land of the dead.
Anyway, it's a mess, it's a mess, and there's a serious shortage of experts.
Otherwise, to participate in such an international conference, there must be an S-class expert in charge.
(End of chapter)