Urban Hidden Dragon

Moore's balls shrank in shock.

A layer of fine goosebumps immediately appeared on the skin.

His forehead was also covered with a thin layer of sweat.

An unprecedented sense of crisis came from the King of Knights.

The suffocating and terrifying aura made Mulku kneel on the ground.

He raised his head with difficulty.

The figure of the female knight with very exaggerated pecs remained motionless.

But the aura on his body surged through the entire Knights Temple like a huge wave.

Everyone in the Moore faction felt as if they had been hit hard in the chest.

Clang!

The cross broadsword returns to its position.

Wow!

The sound of the knights behind Wang Han clanging against each other was heard.

The leading divine knights knelt down on one knee one after another towards Wang Han.

Both hands held their respective swords.

Divine Knight Henry, who was the first to be awakened by Wang Han, was the first to speak, "God Knight Henry, I swear by the Holy Sword that from now on I am willing to sign a contract with the Pope, and I will go through fire and water without hesitation! If you violate your oath! You will be punished!" Holy Sword Owl Head! May the Holy Light bless all living beings, and may the Pope bless all living beings!"

All the knights knelt down.

He held up his sword with both hands.

Everyone repeated what Henry said, substituting their own names.

Throughout the Knights Temple.

The voices of the knights echoed.

Tabor slowly recovered from the shock, and his expression gradually cheered up. This young oriental man once again impressed him. He was not as racially conscious as Moore. Whoever is stronger has the ability to take matters into his own hands. Human beings cannot stand aside.

After seeing this scene, Tabor put his hands on his lower abdomen and led his clergy to chant scriptures to bless the knights with the power of faith.

Everyone in Moore's group looked surprised, they couldn't have imagined it.

This young oriental man miraculously did what more than thirty generations of popes had failed to do.

Some knights who had been bribed by Moore were also forced to kneel down on one knee and hold their swords in both hands.

The clergy here are all panic-stricken, and the atmosphere has reached this point.

One after another, someone began to chant scriptures in a low voice.

After Cardinal Venn began to sing, a large number of clergy from the Moore faction began to sing scriptures.

Moore finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He held his hands in front of his chest and chanted scriptures.

This Lao Deng originally wanted to stand up and chant.

Unexpectedly, his shoulders sank, as if he was being held down by something invisible and he couldn't stand up at all.

Moore looked up.

I saw this young man from the ancient eastern country glance at him indifferently.

Just that glimpse.

Moore's heart couldn't help but pause.

An unprecedented sense of crisis.

This young man actually has a stern look on his body that dominates the world. His aura is like a rainbow, and his aura of domineering power dominates all directions.

Wang Han faced the King of Knights with one hand.

The other hand was raised and facing the many knights behind him.

Part of the power of faith went towards these knights.

The Papal Sitting Room.

The old pope was supported by Hawke and got into bed shivering.

After sending Hawke away, the old pope skillfully inserted himself into an oxygen tube and attached various instrument clips and magnets.

He put on the oxygen mask and lay down for a while before sitting up.

I made myself a cup of milk tea, opened the oxygen mask and sipped the milk tea happily.

suddenly.

The old pope looked in the direction of the Knights Temple.

I forgot to drink milk tea for a while.

There was a trace of bitterness in his eyes, he smiled helplessly, wiped his mouth, put on the oxygen mask and fell asleep.

The data on various instruments are weaker and sluggish than before.

It feels like I will ascend to heaven at any moment.

Wang Han kept nourishing the King of Knights, and the King of Knights also devoured it.

At first, these red-clothed leaders could still hold on.

But as time goes by.

They couldn't hold on anymore. The older ones looked like they had been washed away by sweat, and their endurance was obviously not as good as Wang Han. All the red-clothed leaders looked at Wang Han and found that Wang Han was still manipulating his faith as if nothing was wrong. The power imbues the King of Knights.

It takes half an hour to barely reach 10%.

It takes almost five or six hours to completely fill and feed the King of Knights.

Moore could no longer kneel.

Sweat was pouring down like a waterfall, and the ground had already been soaked with sweat, leaving two wet marks.

He raised his head and looked at Wang Han.

This young man still had the same indifferent expression that instilled the power of faith into the King of Knights.

But the more this happened, the more jealous Moore became.

How could a yellow-skinned man from the East be stronger than him?

So does everyone else.

There are all kinds of expressions in his eyes, this young man is terrifyingly strong.

It's been going on for three hours.

It was just over 50% filled.

Wang Han couldn't hold it anymore when he saw Tabor and the others.

He casually dusted his hands.

Tabor understood immediately.

Calling to others, "It will take some time to completely awaken the King of Knights. Let's go out and rest first."

Moore didn't want to leave, but he couldn't sit still anymore. He struggled a little and found that he could stand up this time. He glanced at Wang Han's side face, and then looked at the King of Knights fearfully.

Limping towards the outside.

Not long after, many people came out of the Knights Temple.

Most of the rest are knights.

This went on for six hours.

Finally, with Wang Han's unremitting efforts, the King of Knights was filled.

Wang Han looked at the D Cup Knight King eagerly.

I want to see what kind of surprise this King of Knights can give me.

But I waited for a long time.

Waiting for nothing.

Wang Han looked confused.

He once again controlled the power of faith and poured it towards the King of Knights.

But this time.

The King of Knights' body seemed to have a membrane emerging, blocking out the power of faith.

The previous state of excessive demands was completely gone.

Wang Han turned back and looked at the god knight Henry, who was relatively close to him.

"Why is there no movement?"

Henry also shook his head and said he didn't know.

Wang Han approached the King of Knights.

Carefully, he poked the King of Knights' cross broadsword with his finger, "Sister, move a little, or say a word. I was humming and panting for six hours, and so many people were watching. I can't stand you like this. Face-saving."

Still no movement.

After all, she was a female knight, so Wang Han couldn't touch her. But if it were a male knight, Wang Han would have already started to take off her pants and crotch.

"How long does it take to wake up normally?"

The people behind shook their heads, and Henry said, "Normally, the King of Knights should wake up at this time."

Wang Han's face was full of doubts and he asked another question.

"She is number zero. Who are those behind number one, two, and three? How many numbers are there in total?"

Henry explained, "They are divine knights older than us. According to legend, there are twelve numbers in total. They are distributed wherever the holy light can shine. Because only the Pope can wake them up, they have not come. Wait for you to completely continue." When you become pope, you can wake them up."

Wang Han nodded, and Mu Gang landed on the King of Knights again. There was still no movement after such a long time.

It made Wang Han want to climb up the base to see what was going on.

There are also people sent by Moore to keep an eye on the Knights Temple.

Seeing that the Knight King didn't move anymore, he immediately ran to report to Moore.

After Moore, who was at a loss what to do, received the news, he instantly became energetic and led his faction towards the Knights Temple.

But we haven’t reached the Knights Temple yet.

I saw Hawke hurriedly running towards the Knights Temple with red eyes.

"Everyone, the Pope is dying. He wants all the red archbishops and bishops to come over. He has something to say."