The hero is a luminous body

"Hide your head and show your tail, cover up, people like you also want to become a soul master?" The young man who came over stood in front of Luo Yi and Di Lian, and said coldly, even Di Lian's stern expression did not decrease at all The disdain in the eyes of young people.

"..." Putting on a cloak and putting on a hat again, Luo Yi was said to be covering up her head and showing her tail.

"You think you are a nobleman, so you are superior to others? You are just like a lowly slave, huh." The young man glanced at Di Lian's gorgeous clothes embroidered with complicated dark patterns, and adjusted his white and gold clothes. Deliberately touching the cross pinned to the neckline, he sneered at Dilian and said.

"Talking to you is really a waste of my time." The young man wanted to pass by them without giving them a chance to speak.

"Wait." Luo Yi said slowly, but his hand grabbed the young man's arm at an invisible speed.

"...Take your dirty hands away! You lowly ants." The young man wanted to break away in disgust, and even a large cluster of golden energy burst out from his body - but he couldn't shake the hand on his arm.

Listening to what the young man said, Dilian's eyes were filled with endless killing intent.Luo Yi couldn't even tell when he made the move, only heard a "boom", and the young man had already been pinched against the wall by Di Lian's neck.

"...Uh...uh!" The young man who was pressed against the wall stared wide-eyed, but he couldn't make a sound for help from his throat tightly squeezed.

"If you can't speak, I don't mind making you unable to speak forever." Dilian said coldly, his eyes were full of hatred and killing intent.

"...Uh!" The young man kicked his legs and stared desperately, trying to free himself from the force.

"Now, I apologize." Di Lian let go of her hands a little and said coldly.

"Bah! Just...cough...just you?" The young man sneered disdainfully.

"In that case... there is no need for you to live." Dilian said indifferently.

"Wait!" Suddenly someone shouted, and a long sword flew over quickly following the sound.

Di Lian narrowed her eyes, and casually blocked the young man in front of her, and the sword pierced straight into his chest.

"Ugh...!" The young man screamed, with cold sweat on his forehead.

Di Lian threw the young man who was pinched in her hand on the ground in disgust, took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands.

"Your Excellency." The owner of the sword arrived shortly thereafter. He was wearing the standard uniform of a paladin of the Holy See, and his blond hair was tied neatly behind his head.He nodded to Luo Yi and Di Lian first, then called out in a low voice, half kneeling beside the young man.

"Please be patient." The man said calmly, exuding a faint light element in one hand, and holding the hilt of the sword in the other, he quickly pulled it out.

"Ah!" The young man stared and howled again.

The owner of the sword pressed the light element on his chest without hesitation, and the blood slowly stopped.

"You...you, Claude, I will report your evil deeds to the referee!" The young man clutched his chest, gasping for breath while looking viciously at the person kneeling beside him.

"..." The man didn't reply, but calmly wiped the blood off the sword, put the sword back into its sheath, stood up and said, "You can go and see if your archbishop adoptive father can punish me."

"You!" Probably emotionally involved the wound, the young man just gave him a hard look, and then sat cross-legged.There was a faint golden light on his body, presumably he was a warrior of the light system.

"Inquisition, Claude, good day both of you." The man who straightened up gave a general salute to Luo Yi and Di Lian, and said indifferently.

"..." Di Lian looked at the guy who interrupted her killing expressionlessly, and didn't answer.

The man didn't seem to care.Holding his own sword, he wanted to leave, and he didn't plan to care about the young man who was still sitting and healing.

It just stopped suddenly when passing Luo Yi.

"Your Excellency... your cloak...?" Claude asked seemingly unintentionally, but his eyes narrowed involuntarily, and his hand was lightly pressed on the hilt of the sword.

"Is there something wrong with my cloak?" Luo Yi asked softly.

Claude looked at the man in front of him wearing a cloak and a hood. Such a cloak that concealed his breath made people wonder if there was something shady... For example, blood race?

"Can you take it off and let me have a look?" So Claude asked politely.

"..." What's wrong with this person?Let people take off their cloaks when they come up?People in the Holy See are annoying.

Di Lian blocked Luo Yi behind her unhappily, "Sorry." He closed the cloak for Luo Yi, and looked at Claude coldly.

"...What if I'm in the name of the Inquisition?" The man lightly clenched the hilt of his sword and said.

"Inquisition? Is Saarland conniving with you paladins like this and abusing the name of Inquisition? Anyone who doesn't like it can be judged as heresy?" Di Lian sarcastically smiled, "Why? Is this the Light Realm? Is it the one-word hall of your Holy See?"

"Who is Your Excellency?" Claude held the sword in his hand, staring at Dilian closely, guarding against his every move.

Not many people know the real name of the Pope.

"You might as well ask him yourself." Di Lian looked at him coldly, took Luo Yi's hand and turned to leave.

Claude looked at the backs of the two who were about to turn around, and a struggle flashed in his eyes.

To be...rebuked by the Pope...or...to let go of a possible heretic...?

Claude's blue eyes could not help but slowly deepened, and scenes from the past reappeared in his eyes. A trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and his eyes became chaotic.

No... no, not a single heretic will be let go!

"Shua—" He drew his sword out of its sheath, and attacked Luo Yi directly.

Feeling the sword energy approaching from behind, Luo Yi held Di Lian's hand and shook it lightly, then slowly took off the hood that covered his face, and turned around.

The surging light elements collided in the body, the black hair that danced without wind gently raised, and the pair of blue eyes were amazingly bright.The breath of the great warrior was locked under the cloak, shaking the magic circle on the cloak.

"Ding——" the sound of weapons clashing was clear and loud.

The two are instantly separated.

Claude kicked on the wall a few times before falling to the ground.Luo Yi only took half a step back, and just fell into Di Lian's embrace.

Standing on top of each other.

The energy of the two confronting each other was probably the last straw that broke the magic circle on the cloak, and the cloak gradually softened as the two separated.

A tyrannical aura of a bright warrior came from under the cloak.

"You—?" Claude looked at Luo Yi in astonishment, his eyes were already very clear.

The boy's half-length black hair hung down softly, and his blue eyes, like the washed sky, were so clear that he couldn't see half of the darkness. His eyebrows and eyes were delicate and soft, but his strength was not weak at all.And that aura of light element was purer than anyone he knew.

I am afraid that only the Pope can compare.

This thought flashed across Claude's mind, and he looked at the young man, but his eyes couldn't help showing a bit of surprise.

"What do you want to know? Do you want to know if I am a heretic? Now, are you satisfied?" Luo Yi took off the cloak slowly and handed it to Dilian.

"The Holy See, the Inquisition. It's really arbitrary." Luo Yi slowly walked in front of Claude, raised his head and looked at him, but his clear blue eyes were like the eyes of a storm, and the calm on the surface was followed by a violent storm.

"I..." Claude looked at the young man standing in front of him, who was always calm, but at this moment he was at a loss, "I'm sorry."

"Claude, you are really lowly. What is there to apologize to this kind of person?" The young man who was sitting cross-legged also stood up and said gloomyly.

"..." Luo Yi was almost speechless to these people in the Holy See. He felt that the Holy See might not be called the Holy See, but should be called a shelter for the mentally ill.

One or two are not normal people.

People who come up to be "you lowly people", draw their swords when they disagree with each other, and suspect others as heretics casually. With such people, how can the Holy See be good?

Or in other words, how could the Holy See that can educate such people be a good one?

"Don't talk to these people anymore, let's go, Xia Xia." Dilian's brown eyes swept over with murderous intent, then turned her head and whispered to Luo Yi.

"En." Luo Yi nodded, then turned and walked towards Dilian.

"I...wait!" Claude was in a daze for a moment, as if he had realized something, and hurried to catch up, but saw the two leave without looking back.He thought about it, and finally stopped.

"What's going on here? Why are you using force in the guild?" An old voice suddenly sounded.

"President Green." Both Claude and the young man turned around and saluted respectfully.

"What's going on?" Green frowned, looking at the blood on the ground, and said, "Find out whose territory you are standing on, and don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are members of the Holy See. Our Soul Masters Guild is not afraid of you." Holy See."

"President, I'm also a soul artist." The young man said hastily, as if he wanted to separate himself from the Holy See.

Claude frowned when he heard this.

President Greene didn't answer, and only said lightly, "Whose blood is this?"

"Mine, it's mine, President, that kid just now..." the young man hurriedly said again, with a bit of grievance in his voice.

"Oh, yours. Very good." Green nodded, and said, "In this case, whoever's blood should be cleaned up." Then, he ignored the two people and glanced at the undamaged house , then turned and left.

"Ah?!" The young man stood there dumbfounded.

"Then please trouble Your Excellency the Bishop." Claude also regained his composure, said lightly, and turned to leave.

"Stop!" The young man shouted angrily, "Why should I clean it? Claude, you lowly ant, have you forgotten what my adoptive father told you?"

"Whoever's blood cleans up." Claude turned his head and looked at him, "His Excellency Archbishop Clofey just asked me to pay attention to your safety. Since your Excellency is not dead, then I am not negligent in my duty."

"you!"

Claude ignored the cursing from behind, put his hand on his sword hilt, and walked out.

The young man stood there with a grim expression, thinking that if Ge Ling was not an eighth-level soul artist who wanted to come to Memphis to live in seclusion, he would never have come to this rural place.There is no need to ask Claude to take care of his safety, but that lowly person Claude does not listen to his command at all, and only looks at him indifferently.And those two people just now dared to pinch their own throats and use themselves to block their swords.

One day, when I reach the position above ten thousand people, I will definitely make their lives worse than death!

A sternness flashed in the young man's eyes.