Rural Shennong

It is impossible to say that Biluo III doesn't care about the dispute between the God of Light and the Evil God.

But to say that he can put his blood on it for the sake of the Guangming Protoss is also nonsense.

It is impossible for a fanatic with pure faith to climb to his position. For Fabilo III, faith is just a glamorous coat.

He cares more about profit.

The evil spirit on Chen Ping's body made Fabilo III extremely jealous.

If he could obtain Chen Ping's divine treasure, he believed that his cultivation would also advance by leaps and bounds like Chen Ping's.

This is the real purpose of Fabilo III wanting to deal with Chen Ping.

Jeff Hamill shook his head: "No!"

"We say that he is a heretic heretic, not to mention that outsiders don't believe it, I am afraid that believers in our holy court will not believe it."

"To deal with him now, Huaguo must think that we are finding fault with an excuse, and they must fight us."

"Although I don't want to admit it, in fact, the high-end combat power of our holy court is comparable to that of Huaguo."

"Once there is a conflict, even if we injure the enemy a thousand, we will injure ourselves by eight hundred."

"So the secrets of our holy court should not be revealed."

Fabilo III frowned and said, "Then let's just watch Chen Ping, a heretic, do evil and let him go?"

Geoff Hamill pointed to the wall and said, "Did you see the last two sentences?"

"On the day when the god descends, the light will shine on the world!"

"I tell you, this is not a delusion!"

"When God returned to the God Realm, he left behind the secret method of coming back."

"If it wasn't for the exhaustion of the earth's spiritual energy back then, the gods would have descended long ago."

Fabilo III said in amazement: "Secret method? Will God really come again?"

Jeff Hammill took out a scroll made of unknown animal hide from his arms.

Just looking at the ancient atmosphere on the scroll, Fabilo III knew that this scroll must be an old object.

Jeff Hammill opened the scroll, and Fabilo discovered that it was a map.

The outline of the map looks very similar to the current map of Europe.

Jeff Hamill pointed to the map and said, "Our Popes of the Holy Court have spent countless manpower and material resources to set up a great array of divine descent throughout Europe."

"See this six-pointed star?"

"The very center of the six-pointed star is right in the depths of the cemetery under our feet."

"There is a temple built in each of the six corners, and the base of the formation is hidden under the temple."

"With the speed of the recovery of the earth's aura, it won't take long before we can activate the big formation and welcome the gods to come."

"After the gods descended, our Holy Court of Light is an absolute power over human beings. Even if Chen Ping was killed in front of the Chinese people, they would not dare to have any objections."

"What you have to do now is to find the six corners of the formation and make sure that each formation can still function. Is there a problem?"

In ancient times, there was no satellite positioning, let alone a scale. This map only has a rough outline and the direction of the mountains, rivers and coastlines.

King Fabilo III watched the map carefully for a moment, pointed to a corner and said, "The corresponding location here seems to be the Temple of Cologne in the Kingdom of Chariots."

"That temple has a very ancient history, let me confirm it."

"If I'm sure there's one formation there, I can quickly find the other five."

Jeff Hamill thought for a while: "The power of God is very powerful."

"The concentration of aura on the earth can't even be supported by extraordinary people. If you want to satisfy the divine descending, you must at least reach a level comparable to that of the secret realm."

"Don't be in a hurry, let alone make too much noise, act cautiously, and check slowly."

After discussing the specific matters, the two left the underground secret room. It was already broad daylight.

In the blue sky, one can clearly see the long wake of an airplane flying into the distance.

In this flight, the stewardess is smiling and introducing the scenery outside the window to the passengers.

"Gentlemen and ladies, we are in the airspace southeast of the Holy Court of Light, at an altitude of 600 meters."

"Everyone can see the majestic Holy Court and Holy Mountain from the window."

Many Europeans draw a cross on their chests and bow their heads in prayer.

In the first-class cabin, everyone was lying at the window looking down, chattering and chirping.

"This is the holy mountain? I can't tell what's special about it!"

"Hehe, the God of Light has said that human nature is inherently evil. People need to spend their whole life to redeem their sins. Only after death can they go to heaven. This is the holy place for foreigners to redeem themselves."

"Put it down, our ancestors have said that human nature is inherently good, and even a three-year-old child knows it. Don't use foreigners' tricks to fool people."

Chen Ping left the Chen Group's special plane from China to Europe in Brussels, and he had to take it when he flew back.

So the team led by Miao Runlian booked the entire first-class cabin of this flight.

None of these people believed in God, so their words were naturally unscrupulous.

The flight attendants couldn't understand what they meant in Chinese, otherwise they would definitely not give them a good face.

The flight landed at Brest Airport in Brittany. After getting off the plane, Miao Runlian called Chen Ping to report that she was safe: "Ah Ping, I have landed."

Chen Ping smiled and said, "Okay, give me a call when you get to Pong Rabe Manor."

Miao Runlian nodded: "Well, the person who picked me up is here, we'll contact you when I get to the manor."

The western part of the Gaul Kingdom is the traditional sphere of influence of the Dark Parliament, which of course also includes the Brittany region.

Because they have to face the oppression of the Holy Court of Light together, the relationship between the Blood Race and the Dark Council has always been good.

It's just a trivial matter for Delino to say hello and ask the Dark Council to send a convoy to pick up Miao Runlian and the others.

After hanging up Miao Runlian's phone, Chen Ping drove to a medieval castle on the outskirts of Brussels.

In the castle hall, Delino and Chen Ping sat opposite each other across a table more than eight meters long.

"How about it, are these dishes still to your liking?" Delino asked while cutting the barbecue with a knife and fork.

Chen Ping never eats Western food, but he uses knives and forks like a thief: "The heat is okay, the ingredients are just average."

"Let's talk about business, when will you take me to see the awakening ceremony?"

Delino paused slightly: "Don't worry, the preparation time for the awakening ceremony is very long, let's finish the meal first."

"Although this barbecue is not as good as the top-quality ingredients of your Chen Group's Happy Farm, it is already the top veal in Europe, so you can just eat it!"

After taking two bites, Chen Ping put down the knife and fork, and took a sip of the red wine when he picked it up.

As soon as he drank the wine, he frowned tightly: "I don't drink much red wine, so you can't fool me like this?"

"Don't tell me that this is the best red wine in Europe."

"This thing is not much better than our family's pot washing water."

Delino said with a half-smile: "Chen Ping, how can you belittle your own products like this?"

"Oh, I forgot you told you that the red wine you drink is from Pont Rabe Winery."