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After Miranda and Harrison left, only the Pope and He Le were left in the spacious interrogation room.

The pope's gray-black eyes are gentle and watery, and his short golden hair is as dazzling as the light of the church.

He Le knew that behind that piece of supreme and holy love, there was a bottomless darkness hidden.

Corrupt, hypocritical, disgusting.

The man came straight up to him.

He Le was tied to the high stool by Harrison's light lock technique. The Pope crossed the interrogation table, approached slowly, and then sat halfway in front of him with his back against the table.

This move was really unexpected. The stereotype that the Pope gave him in the past was always strict with self-discipline. The spokesperson of the Goddess combined majesty and gentleness in his gestures and gestures, and he was quite a sage. Now he seems too frivolous.

The Pope reached out, raised He Le's chin, pinched him to look around, then moved closer, staring at He Le's stiff face.

Close at hand, He Le felt his warm breath, the pope looked at a loss, and poured out an unbelievable whisper: "You... don't look like him."

"However, you are very similar to him." He said resolutely.

Two completely contradictory words.

He Le stared at him without saying a word.

No need to guess, the "he" in the pope's mouth must refer to Hongyue.

He Le's eyes made the Pope smile instead of anger: "Your firm eyes are very similar to him, and your ability is even better than his." The mask of kindness was broken at this moment, "You may be his substitute."

He greedily stroked He Le's cheek: "This time I will not let you go astray and betray our common belief." He seemed to be saying to Hongyue, but also seemed to be saying to himself.

The Pope's touch was full of eager favoritism, and He Le's goosebumps stood up. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "It's obvious that you betrayed Hongyue!"

The Pope was unmoved: "No matter what you know, you can't understand my mood."

"Yeah, I will never be able to understand the mood of a betrayer." He Le said bluntly.

He Le didn't see him in the eyes, the Pope frowned unhappily, and raised his voice: "I am not a betrayer, you don't understand! You are just like him! Never focus on a certain person, and only look at the more distant future! "

Realizing that his emotions were out of control, he pretended to return to his original appearance again, "But it's okay, let's start again, and I will save you and pull you back from your obsession."

"Do you regard me as a red moon?" He Le said lightly.

The Pope asked back: "Aren't you him? You have exactly the same ability. The goddess once told me that Hong Yue is the only person in this world who can control the elements." His brows and eyes slightly curved, and his eyes softened, "So, you are him. Dear Fate, I carry your bloody badge close to me at all times, and I have never left it for so many years."

The pope has put the cart before the horse and has completely fallen into a bewilderment.

He Le watched him pull out a necklace from his neck. The red half-moon badge was bound by a golden rope. The Pope spread it in his palm and showed it to him specially.

"Countless nights, I dreamed that I was no longer a humble servant by your side, above you, you crawled under me, and then I touched you unscrupulously, just like now, you are a prisoner, tied to me and unable to escape ..."

The Pope's fingers stretched along He Le's cheeks and slid across the fragile carotid artery. As long as he exerted a little force, He Le's life would be ruined in his hands at any time.

The pope had ulterior feelings for Hong Yue, and he was very surprised to inform He Le in such a blatant way.

In Red Moon's memory fragments, when the Holy Son took over the goddess' decree and became the arbiter, what exactly were the tears that the Pope shed?

Seeing the people you admire and love go farther and farther, unable to chase after them, or do you feel deeply jealous that Hongyue is favored by God?

More likely, both emotions coexist.Contradictory possessive desires torment him and drive him crazy.

The way he expresses his love is betrayal and killing.

He Le's eyes gradually turned cold.

The Pope's fingers slid into his collar, and when the first shirt button was unbuttoned, several dazzling red marks on He Le's collarbone made his movements stop instantly.

"This is..." he sullenly said, "What did you and Thirteen do?"

"What?" He Le didn't know what the pope said.

"You are full of marks left by that guy!" The Pope let him go, as if he was facing an enemy.

He Le couldn't help but glanced at him for the reaction of catching rape.

And when did the damn thirteen leave a mark, he didn't even know!

"I hope you make it clear that I am not Hong Yue, and I cannot be his shadow." He Le reminded the Pope, trying to awaken his reason.

The other party snorted coldly, and didn't listen to He Le's words at all, full of anger because of the deceit and betrayal of his admirer.

He grabbed He Le's chin again and rubbed his lips hard.Thinking of "Red Moon" being defiled by other people, the Pope just wanted to clean him up and forcibly remove the filth, even if he peeled off a layer of flesh.

How could He Le allow him to do whatever he wanted, and opened his mouth to bite him mercilessly.

The pope's expression twisted.

How dare you resist him!

He frantically strangled He Le's neck with a huge hand, directly killing him.

He Le had difficulty breathing and became dizzy. The Pope's hands continued to tighten, and his eyes turned white.

Depend on……

Want to die in the hands of the Pope in this distorted way?

The glass window behind him rattled, and the porcelain cup on the table shattered to the ground.

The pope let him go abruptly, looking around in panic.The interrogation room was shaking, no, it should be said that the entire capital was shaking, and when the first round was over, the Pope was so angry that he threw up the interrogation table.

"It must be that lunatic Shisan!" He cursed fiercely.

The king of the human race was raided by the mechanical legion.

Under the magnificent silver-white city gate, the flames of war are burning.Countless mechanical puppets jumped into the moat and climbed up the city wall like spiders.After repelling one wave, another wave quickly stepped on the corpse of his companion, and the king's army fought back with all their might, in a panic.

The Knights of Light resisted the mechanical black dragon and the twin maids, three special autonomous mechanical life forms, whose fighting power was as strong as destroying a turret. The knights kept changing their arrays, and concentrated magic on them, causing the light of elements to fly wildly.

Ah Zha hovered in the sky, the red light on his chest was flashing, and he shouted with a cold mechanical voice: "The jihad has begun, the jihad has begun."

The new wave of jihad belongs to the strong counterattack of the machine clan.

They lost the first battle, but their father ordered that this battle must be completely won.

Even though she was doubtful, Miranda still dedicated everything to the human race and the church. Facing the powerful invaders, she held up her magic wand and chanted one spell after another.

"The [-]th regiment concentrates on attacking the black dragon! The [-]th regiment is in charge of the two humanoid machines! Don't underestimate the enemy!" Her immature voice was transmitted to the ears of every member of the knight order by the amplification magic, "The rest of the team will cover the king. Army, don't let the puppets go to the city!"

After Miranda finished commanding, she chanted the Holy Light Magic.Harrison waved his fists to protect her, and his tall body abruptly blocked the mechanical army who wanted to attack her.

The mechanical black dragon and the twin maids have the ability to fly and intend to break through the sky above the capital.

Alandres exhaled fiery black flames, and Mirmiah's arms turned into sharp mechanical swords, and their attacks were blocked by the semicircle of light barriers.

After the Ten Thousand Years Ceremony, the Pope set up a transparent magic barrier in the airspace of the capital, covering the entire city, which can completely isolate the invasion of foreign races, which is of great use at this moment.

The attack was blocked, but the three high-level mechanical life did not stop.

Alandres spread her wings to protect Mirmia, and the blades of the twin maids' arms shone with a sharp cold light, cutting the barrier mercilessly.Although the protective cover is as strong as an iron wall, its brilliance flickers on and off, buzzing and vibrating.

Miranda was very anxious, the barrier would be breached by those two strange humanoid machines sooner or later.

Can we just wait for the Racial United Army to send troops to rescue?

Harrison knocked away a miniature puppet that was trying to sneak up on Miranda's back, the chant ended, and Miranda successfully cast a powerful defensive magic.

Another sanctuary barrier unfolded, covering the original barrier.

She quickly applied the blessing of light to the knights present, and shouted loudly: "Let me go and attack! I will assist you from behind!"

A brutal siege.

Miranda knew they were vulnerable as defenders.

"Their backs are assisted by me, but mine can only be handed over to you." She said to the person who had been guarding her.

"Not just your back, I will take good care of you." Harrison raised his forehead alone, and his usually lazy eyes finally became serious at this moment.

Miranda snorted: "Stinky boy! You can play handsome at this time!"

Harrison had already rushed out, smashing every approaching puppet with his fists.Miranda stared at his busy back, and whispered to herself, "But I'm going to do it." After she finished speaking, she continued to chant the new magic.

Everyone was tired of dealing with the chaotic jihad, but no one noticed that the master of the machine clan—Thirteen was not in the surging machine army.

The author has something to say:

To experience another kind of sickness,

This chapter is so bloody that I am ashamed to write it.