Inhibition Marking Committee

A huge team of merchant nobles, Master Guangming, and members of the Holy See followed them quietly and solemnly, and entered the cathedral.The coolness of the masonry building rushed towards his face, Huan Xiubai was stunned behind Xi Mo's turn, his brain was beeping, and he was in continuous boiling.

The Pope walked up to the altar with a kind face and looked around the crowd with gentle eyes. When he preached, his slightly hoarse male voice echoed in the empty dome of the church, moistening everything silently and washing the souls of the audience.

According to the tradition, the congregation could line up to kiss the Pope's hand, but this time, some force was at work and forced the Holy See to cancel this tradition, and instead Sheamus went around the venue to listen to the hearts of the believers.

Huan Xiubai breathed a sigh of relief, it was worth the money!

The cardinals who love to take bribes also have their merits.

Now that I think about it, it is really doubtful whether Xi Mohui was really oppressed by the Holy See and forced to use his body to collude with the major forces in the mainland.

There is no need for a psychic ability user who has mastered hypnotic illusion to the pinnacle to dedicate himself.

Huan Xiubai sat in the front row, raised his chin proudly towards the old men in red, trying to convey a message: Sheamos is mine now.

It's a pity that the elderly people are easily restless, talking in low voices from time to time, with nervous expressions, and no one cares about Emperor Golier's Xuanwei.

At the last moment of the ceremony, His Holiness read a list of patrons under the icon decorated with white wreaths.

When Xi Mo stretched out the rolled-up parchment lightly and saw the only name on the top of the blank, his expression froze for a second.

...the idiot!

The onlookers didn't catch the Pope's emotional changes. They saw that he looked as usual and read the name of the biggest and only patron gently: "Goriye Asnoud Gondole."

Huan Xiubai enjoyed the pleasure of the eyes being fixed on his body, got up and walked up to the altar, and knelt down on one knee at the feet of the god.

Simo smiled back decently: "Please speak your prayer, King of Gondole."

Huan Xiubai said meticulously: "My wish is..."

With his back to the [-] spectators, he knelt at Xi Mohui's feet, and under the eyes of [-] pairs of eyes, he made a mouth shape: I, I want, you.

Xi Mo bowed back and pretended to listen, then straightened up again, with a hidden needle in his smile: "The Lord God will help you realize your beautiful wishes."

Then, he smiled and slightly parted his lips, and replied silently: You, Hugh, think about it.

The Pope personally presented the wreath to Gorier the Great to demonstrate his selfless dedication to the Holy See.Huan Xiubai took the wreath, thinking about how to lure the Pope into the back hall, and perform a "pheromone grant" that is ten times more important than a bullshit ceremony. The old men in red sitting in the first row stood up as if they had agreed .

Simo smiled back softly.

The roar of the crowd erupted from the circular chapel, rising and falling, louder than louder in just a few seconds.People slumped on the benches, some fell to the ground, trembling, and some knelt down to the luminous objects in mid-air.Everyone could clearly see the object in the light. It was an angel with black wings and a pure appearance. It was the angel Shache!

"Suffer to death!"

The angel's face was distorted and deformed, and his hatred aggravated his ugliness. He flapped his strong wings and created a strong wind. The chair toppled over, the pages of the Bible were flipped, and the spear in the hand of the fallen angel flew forward and swooped down. .

Huan Xiubai turned around abruptly, raised his arm and spread his fingers, and dark ripples spread from his fingertips: "Solution——"

A silver-white figure stood in front of him, Huan Xiubai's eyes went dark, his vocal cords got stuck in his throat and he died instantly, his outstretched arms were just right for the body that was tense and softening to be embedded in his embrace.

The vision struggled in the darkness for two seconds, Huan Xiubai wrapped his arms around his waist, and the bright sight was restored to chaos. The angel disappeared, and the crowd rushed to the door screaming in horror, which was mixed with the broken roar of the man: "Xu Aili, cut off the empress!"

The cathedral was shaken by the wrath of the Lord of Hell, and a group of light mages rushed to the altar to capture the Pope.The back with silver hair was covered with blood, and the bloodstains were expanding outward.

The two women jumped up to the edge of the altar in one fell swoop, stepped on the steps, one left and one right blocked in front of the mages, Xu Aili showed her forearm muscles: "I'll see who dares to take a step forward."

The trainee witch held the book of spells: "Ala Bang——"

"Small tricks!" How could a mage with an average level of seven be afraid of the low-level spells of a trainee witch.They stared at Shemos like flies staring at a piece of sweet and juicy meat, and the staffs in their hands lit up one by one, shouting: "Hand over the Holy Pope, and spare you!"

Who wouldn't want to take advantage of the chaos and hold the seriously injured Sheamus as a threat to the Holy See?

It's a pity they miscalculated.

Huan Xiubai picked up Xi Mohui, who was bleeding and unconscious, and ordered in a cold tone never before: "'Clean' the whole venue."

"'Cleaning' oh ho! Finally—" Xu Aili shouted excitedly.

"Order."

Both of them lifted the seal layers to the maximum.Facing the large-scale binding spell that was about to be launched, I took it easy, pulled out a huge and hard iron lump from my carry-on bag, and carried it on my shoulder, "Sorry, the spell is too slow, it's faster to use this .”

The shoulder-mounted bazooka turned around, pointed its black mouth at the light mages and cardinals, and said cheerfully: "Look at the camera, eggplant—"

"Boom!!"

How can a mechanic who can't play RPG be called a qualified trainee witch.

The effect of throwing bombs at close range is that people who have never seen the lethal weapons of mechanical civilization are thrown off their feet, and the opal floor of the cathedral is deeply sunken. Even so, the exquisite bricks with magic power are not shattered. Instead, it plunged into the ground, forming magnificent concentric cracks, like a rose, blooming in the blood-stained earth.

"Huh, Hallelujah." Xu Aili's ever-rising adrenaline made her excitement reach the peak, her body muscles tripled, and her body was exaggerated. She was like a cannonball, her well-developed leg muscles seemed to be loaded with springs, soaring higher and higher. He got up, fell heavily, and kicked an old man in red who was using others as a shield to try to escape.

"Holy, holy shield!" The bearded old man fell to the ground and shouted back.

"Holy things don't work, my mother's fist is an anti-demon magic weapon!" The sandbag-sized fist couldn't help but hit the shriveled cheek.

After many years, the two who had untied the seal experienced the thrill of boiling blood again.

Back then, they were the leaders of their respective teams in the executive department. If it weren't for the fact that they were too destructive and overdrafted the team's compensation budget crazily, it was completely inconsistent with the departmental purpose of the executive department to "stop until the end", and they wouldn't have been thrown into the staff The rare Secret Service Division works together with Director Huan, the "destroyer".

Suddenly, the altar of the cathedral shattered and collapsed, and the statue of the god, with a merciful face, turned into countless small pieces of rubble and fell down, and the entire wall behind the altar collapsed like a torrential rain.

The desolate devil stepped on the ruins of the god statue, hugged his unconscious lover, walked towards the halo leading to the outside world, and disappeared in the light in the blink of an eye.

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Don't be square, it's a beautiful strategy, for outsiders to see

These days, Yuyu is going to go to graduate school and change places to stay. I originally wanted to stop the update, but after thinking about it, I still don’t want it. I plan to post it every day at 2000. I will make more when I settle down next Wednesday. Some come back, thank you for your understanding!

Tomorrow at four in the morning, I will catch a long-distance train to Magic City and take a handjob. I hope I can write Braille on the train and handjob.

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I hope today's fairy godmothers don't throw vegetable leaves at me, Meimei is really fine!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the [Grenade]: 1 Chate;

Thanks to the little angels who voted [Landmine]: 2 Chichi; 1 Qiuqiuqiu, Xidao, Kylin, Shuoai Zhehua, Wanzi is very happy, and Yunfei;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

17 bottles of lazy out of the sky; 10 bottles of special tea; 1 bottle of happy meatballs;