bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 198 Rebellion
"Bold and bold, stop for me!"

Tilda, who was on the ground, shook the ice gun in her right hand, and with a "shua" sound, she tore off half of the side of the saint's dress that was in the way, and she shot towards Gascon in midair like a bow and arrow off the string.

"boom!"

Gascon didn't move. The moment he saw the ice spear was about to stab him, a wave of air pressure surged away around him, blocking Tilda's sprint.

"Tilda, Tilda..."

Gascon lowered his head in mid-air, murmuring like a hanged ghost hanging in the air.

His expression was different from that of the wise and peaceful priest when he faced the people. At this moment, Gascon was more like a half-mortal old man who had fallen into madness.

"If it weren't for you, why would we need to find a new body for the Holy Grail? You are the best, you are the best!"

"What the hell are you doing!"

Tilda gritted her silver teeth tightly, and her whole body had risen into the air, clenched the handle of the gun in her hand.

As keen as she had noticed, the aura of Gascon in front of him had suddenly inflated. It was a distorted aura that was completely different from the original one, full of evil and madness.

"Give me the Holy Grail!"

The source of this change and distortion obviously comes from the Holy Grail. What is the function of this thing?
Tilda didn't want to cover up anymore. She planned to gain the trust of the church step by step, and then changed positions during a certain prayer. Who knew that things would turn out like this now.

There is a conspiracy in the church, it must be taken down!
"Holy Grail, Holy Grail, hehehehehehe..."

Gascon let out a creepy laugh. He bent his bent body again, embraced the Holy Grail, and trembled:
"Ah - my lord, don't worry, I will return your body to your spirit!"

Tilda has no intention of listening to his nonsense anymore, the current situation is already self-evident, the Gascon in front of her is definitely not a kind person, no matter what the reason is, she must not be accepted by the Principality of West Asia.

She was about to raise her gun and lean forward, only to see Gascon holding up the filthy Holy Grail bursting out with blood, shouting passionately:

"My lord! Witness, cover my eyes with your divine light, so that I cannot see the evils of the world!"

"My name is humility, and I praise your nobleness. Please give your blessing so that I can fight for you!"

"To shut up!"

Tilda rushed forward, but the air and the gust of wind that erupted from Gascon's body seemed to be a thick barrier, preventing her spear tip from staying in place.

She had clearly never foreseen such a possibility.

He is the Grand Duke of West Asia.

The first Grand Duke in West Asia who is not a church puppet.

She relied on her proud fighting power, if she could defeat the country alone, she would be able to rule the country, this is a simple truth.

How could a mere Gascohen be able to stop himself?
Why? !

Tilda's eyes became serious, and the simple saint's robe on her body danced violently with the storm coming from Gascon's direction. She took a half step back, ready to sprint away with a more violent posture.

Before she could stand still, Gascon's figure shrouded in scarlet blood had gradually emerged.

It was a weird, slender figure nearly three meters tall, with its hands raised flat, standing in a straight cross, shouting in an old and crazy voice:

"Shepherd, shepherd!"

Tilda was about to rush forward again, when she suddenly sensed something strange, she stopped in the air, and looked back at the coffin-like door of the cathedral.

Two clusters of scarlet light, like Gascon, shone together in that direction.

"Temperance, honesty?"

Tilda's voice was as cold as frost.

The meaning of the gestures of the other two knight captains who appeared here at some unknown time is self-evident.

Rebellious.

This is the Catholic Church, this is the Pope's rebellion against the Grand Duke's residence.

"And you, humble, don't you find it ironic?"

Tilda raised her chin slightly, and looked at Gascon, who had lost her human form in front of her. The ice spear in her hand shook, and a gust of wind enveloped her, covering her in an ice-coloured body that shone with blue brilliance. Quality knight armor.

"Since you are a saint, you are destined to return to the Holy Grail."

Gascon raised his finger to Tilda, and behind her, the group leaders "Temperance" and "Honesty" have also risen into the air.

"Til-da-"

Under the scarlet brilliance of the Holy Grail, Han Dongwen, who was lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, panting heavily.

However, every second passed, he felt as if a big drum was beating in his heart, and his throat seemed extremely eager to let out a roar that did not belong to him.

My thoughts are incomparably messy, what happened now?
Tilda hasn't snatched the Holy Grail yet, but the people from the Catholic Church jumped against the Grand Duke's mansion first?
How did the Holy Grail become like that?Their strength has become stronger, why?
And myself, what happened to me now!
The pain made Han Dongwen's thoughts become irritable, and he even raised his hand and beat his head fiercely, so that he could be more rational for a moment.

His question had turned into a cry in his head.

Why can't I give the number to Jack Guo!

Why can't I stand up and run away!
run away, run away...

Did Botha run away?
Will Tilda--

Chaotic thoughts are like a storm in the brain, and pain in the brain is like a nail knocking through the sky.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Han Dongwen suddenly raised his head, as if the last steel string in his mind snapped. After venting his pain, he spit out an angry and unwilling roar belonging to another person:

"Gu Hanyang! You lied to me!"

The roar from his throat reached Han Dongwen's own ears, and he almost cursed back in his mind:
Shut up, Jack Guo!

I have wiped out all your sanity!

Playing with your fucking bugs!
However, there was no follow-up to that roar. After the roar, Han Dongwen seemed to spit out all the pain surging in his chest, and finally had time to take a breath of air.

He raised his head, opened his blurred eyes and looked at the mid-air in front of him——

Above the altar of the church, the four figures had already become a mess.

Three reds and one... silver?
The long silver hair was flying in the air with ice crystals, it was obviously Tilda.

But why did she seem to be at a disadvantage? Isn't this the first-class fighting power of West Asia?

Han Dongwen gritted his teeth to stay awake, supported his knees and tried to stand up, and took a closer look at the other three people who were shrouded in scarlet light.

can see.

I can see their names, and their blood bars are on——

[Human Yin · Humility]
[Human Yin Temperance]
[Human Yin · Honesty]
(End of this chapter)