After becoming a disciple of the Pope

Ye Zheng's wild and disobedient words shocked everyone present with livid faces and trembling, unable to speak. Zhou Wen, who was hiding behind the tree, smiled wryly, wishing he could cover his ears.

My Majesty, don't rely on the fact that there are no crowds around, just let yourself go!

"Don't be affected by hallucinations! How could His Majesty the Pope say such words! Brave madman! How dare you pretend to be His Majesty to blaspheme the great god! Today I will sacrifice your blood to appease the wrath of God!"

The milky white flames condensed into a firebird, and the shrieker flew towards Yezheng, every feather was burning with spiritual power, the torrential power ignited the dark night, and the firelight illuminated the surroundings as brightly as day.

With the archbishop taking the lead, the other dark magicians had no choice but to suppress their hesitation and amazement. All kinds of magical spells collided, and the gorgeous light effects almost flooded the land where Ye Zheng was standing, blowing up into a firework.

Zhou Wen was dressed in black, blending into the night like a elusive ghost. He was not at all worried that His Majesty the Pope would be injured by such an attack. , could not be clearer.

Because of this, he felt inconceivable, what terrible thing happened to His Majesty when he was retreating, and he was severely injured, even lost his body, and could only escape from the imperial capital in the body attached to the fox. Sixty to seventy percent of its strength has been restored.

It's all because of his incompetence as a personal paladin. If he can't protect the safety of His Majesty the Pope, what's the point of his existence?

Thinking of this, Zhou Wen was full of anger, frustration, and raging resentment. When he returned to the Central Holy See, he still couldn't find the culprit. He might as well go to the tribunal to clean the toilet for the rest of his life!

Under the eyes of everyone, Ye Zheng, who was bathed in the flames, stepped out of the fire, and the scorching flames covered his whole body with a layer of scarlet color, like a reborn fire phoenix, with fierce flames and a magnificent momentum.

His approaching step by step slowly, like the collapse of a mountain, weighed heavily on everyone's heart - sending them to heaven is not a joke!

Yezheng attracted all the firepower by himself, Zhou Wen did not fight head-on, but detonated one after another in the dark with the pre-buried magic circle traps, and pulled out the hidden dark knight and the dark magician who was not around the spirit beast, His Majesty the Pope is indeed powerful, but after all his injuries have not fully recovered, otherwise, the other party would not have dared to attack them with just such a small number of people, but they miscalculated after all and will pay a heavy price for it.

The archbishop's calm face finally completely collapsed after Ye Zheng's full attack. Seeing his subordinates fall down one by one, the bloody fact slapped him hard. Everything was shaken.

"How did it become like this... Is he..."

A terrifying guess appeared in his mind, but how is that possible? !

The archbishop stared blankly at the man in white who swept across the audience, his whole face twitched, impossible, absolutely impossible—even if it was death, he would rather die than admit it—that he was attacking His Majesty the Pope? !

Clusters of weak dots of light appeared sporadically at the end of the road, and as they approached quickly, they formed a strip of light. At the same time, the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, one after another, and finally turned into two columns of horses in people's vision. Coming Cavaliers.

"Central Holy See Knight Army!" The archbishop's distorted face showed a mixed expression of joy and sadness. How much he hoped that the other party would come to support their reinforcements, until a cold arrow that came from nowhere pierced through In his own chest, the despair in his heart fermented uncontrollably—it was only at the last moment when he closed his eyes forever that he finally understood that he, as an outcast, was completely abandoned by that adult.

Yezheng lowered his eyelids and calmly watched the three late bishops. They bowed their heads and knelt in front of him to plead guilty. The unicorns seemed to feel the solemn atmosphere at the moment, and hesitated to step forward, not even snorting.

Zhang Junbai saluted him solemnly, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty is late, please forgive me."

Ye Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, with a smile on his face, and he didn't say a word. The invisible pressure spread in the silence of His Majesty the Pope. No one dared to speak, let alone look up at him. Even the sound of heavy breathing could be heard clearly , There are still unextinguished flames crackling and burning in the distance, and there is a burnt smell in the air.

This smell made Ye Zheng frowned, and after a long silence, he finally said the first sentence, "Go back."

These two words were spoken gently, and the deep tone was as rhythmic as the end of a cello, which was like the sound of nature in everyone's ears, and made people breathe a sigh of relief as if they had received an amnesty.

The well-trained cavalry army cleared the way left and right, guarded His Majesty the Pope and the three archbishops in the middle, and left the manpower to clean up the mess before turning back to the Temple of Light as quickly as possible.

However, this overly long night has not ushered in the dawn.

Far away in the suite of the Moonlight Hotel in Fanzhou, Ye Shaoqing sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated, while Xiaoji was playing happily in the spirit animal toy house with his maids loose.

One after another, strange things came one after another, and Ye Shaoqing guessed in his heart that the person behind the scenes arranging all this for him might be Ye Zheng?

"Don't think that you can keep your skin like this..." The disciple who was put together sneered in his heart, wanting to hit a stick and then give a sweet date to get even?beautiful it...

Ye Shaoqing finished his meditation, took the excited Xiaoji out of the toy house, made the bed and prepared to have a good sleep, but God seemed to be trying to make things difficult for him, and refused to let him do so.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, as if some huge object had been slammed on the door vigorously, causing the whole room to tremble.

The corners of Ye Shaoqing's eyes suddenly twitched wildly. He lowered his face, slipped on his slippers, and opened the door abruptly.

"what happened again?"

However, no one answered him. It was a huge black wolf rushing forward. The dark fur of its whole body was faintly shining under the light of the corridor. , dragging a blood-drenched body, slamming the door frantically!

"Fuck—" Anyone who suddenly saw such a bloody scene in the middle of the night couldn't help cursing.

Ye Shaoqing quickly snatched a blood-covered girl from the mouth of the giant wolf, dragged her into her bedroom, and then slammed the door behind her, adding a defensive shield.

"Come—people—ah—save—life—ah—"

The whole corridor was instantly alarmed by Ye Shaoqing's simple and rude cry. Almost at the same time, Zhan Qiu and two vigorous waiters rushed to the door of his bedroom. Just as the ten-breath time was over, Hei Lang broke free from the shackles and went crazy again. knock on the door!

The heavy and ear-piercing roar almost pierced people's eardrums, and the glass frames of the decorative paintings on the wall shattered at the same time, scattering debris all over the floor.Its bright red blood pupils continuously ooze blood-like tears, blending with the bruises from the wounds on its body, dripping down the fur on the floor, as if it is suffering great pain.

Zhan Qiu's face was as sinking as water, and without saying a word, he drew his sword and created a deep bone wound. An unconcealable smell wafted from the exposed flesh and blood of the black wolf, but it seemed to be indifferent to the pain, and the attack was even more fearless. die.

"Get out of the way!" A angry roar came late. The owner of the voice was wearing a navy blue uniform, and the collar button was fastened to his throat. He pushed aside the obstructing crowd and squeezed into the center of the arena. , when he saw the brutal black wolf, the slack muscles on his face twitched violently, a trace of unbearable flashed in his eyes, but more anger and hatred.

He raised his hand, spit out a few awkward syllables quickly, and an invisible spiritual force enveloped the black wolf. Under the watchful eyes of several swordsmen, the black wolf gradually suppressed its violent attack Sex, swinging and struggling between madness and calmness.

Staring at the sometimes ferocious and sometimes mournful Heiwolf, writhing in pain on the floor, a few drops of sweat dripped from the forehead of the man who was performing the operation, and finally shook his head weakly, and said in a low voice: "Kill it, let it be free. "

Ye Shaoqing, who saw this scene at the door, frowned slightly, and nodded to Zhan Qiu. The latter stabbed a sword expressionlessly, piercing Hei Lang's heart. At the moment when the vitality dissipated, Hei Lang's eyes faded The blood color became dark and clear again. It took a deep look at Ye Shaoqing's room for the last time, and with regret and relaxation, it stopped breathing silently.

"What's going on?" Ye Shaoqing looked at the man.

The other party is about forty or fifty years old, not tall, but his back is straight and straight like a sword, his eyebrows are thick and thick, he is always frowning, and his every move has an aura of calm and self-confidence.

The man ignored Ye Shaoqing's question, instead grabbed his collar and said angrily, "Where's my daughter!"

Ye Shaoqing noticed the familiar golden lion pattern on his chest, a strange color flashed in his eyes, stopped Zhanqiu who was about to step forward to give him a sword, and motioned to the room, the latter couldn't help but squeeze him away, and ran into his room impatiently. In the room, I saw the unconscious girl lying on the sofa at a glance.

"Ke Ke!" The man scrambled to the sofa in three steps at a time. Seeing his daughter's eyes closed tightly, blood all over her body, her clothes were messy, and a large area of ​​skin was exposed. He shot at Ye Shaoqing, "What did you bastard do to my daughter! Believe it or not, I will turn you into a puddle of meat in the sewer right now!"

Things do seem misleadingly bad right now.

The cold light flickered, Zhan Qiu silently stood in front of Ye Shaoqing, his icy sword pointed straight at the dangerous man in front of him, and the other two swordsmen in suits that didn't fit him were also guarding him on the left and right.

The middle-aged butler who came in a hurry to inquire into the room led a group of followers, swords were facing each other, and the two sides confronted each other fiercely, as if they were going to fight if there was a disagreement.