Yellow Spring Taboo

Chapter 500 Roger
At the same time as the vampires fell to the ground, he also took off the cloak of the man in white. It was a very cold face with a bald head and a scarlet cross pattern tattooed on half of his face.

The moment they saw this face, a trace of panic appeared on the faces of the vampires over there. They didn't dare to stay here too much, and left the bar in a hurry.

And Donald next to me muttered immediately: "So it's him, Roger, the youngest bishop under the Pope of Light."

"You know him?" I asked.

"I know." Donald replied: "Roger has a great reputation in the western underworld. He once exterminated thirteen devils in Rome alone. He is the youngest bishop of the Holy See of Light and one of the four bishops under the Pope. A white-clothed bishop, he and Commander Morrow are friends, so he came back here to help Commander Morrow now."

Speaking of this, Donald's words changed, and he said: "However, it is very strange. Since the blood race overthrew the regime of our god of death, the Holy See of Light has always avoided our god of death and refused to help our god of death in order to avoid conflicts with the blood race. Even the Pope had issued an order before that all believers who had contact with the god of death, once discovered, would be dealt with as treason. And Roger, as the white bishop of the Holy See, how dare he help our leader at such a critical time. "

But at this time, Roger walked towards Moreau. Looking at Morrow's decadent appearance at this time, Roger frowned slightly.

He stood in front of Mo Luo like this for about ten seconds, and a trace of helplessness still appeared on his face after all. In the end, he didn't say anything in front of Mo Luo, but turned to face us. come over.

Roger has already discovered our existence, so it doesn't make us feel awkward to walk towards us at this time.

The three of Donald immediately walked up to Roger and greeted him.

Roger smiled at the three of Donald, then looked at us again, and asked, "Are you friends that Morrow met in the East?"

I forgot my eyes, and the moment my eyes met, I could clearly feel the sharpness emanating from Roger's eyes, I also nodded and smiled, and said, "Morrow is my English teacher in college. "

"Very good." Roger replied: "Two years ago, Moreau helped our Holy See of Light recover our Holy Grail, and he did us a great favor for the Holy See of Light. Due to various considerations, we have to hold back, and this is because we feel sorry for the god of death."

I didn't bother to listen to Roger's explanation, so I said straightforwardly: "In this case, why are you openly helping Mo Luo at this time, aren't you afraid of being punished by your pope?"

"Half a month ago, the Holy Grail of our Holy See was stolen by the blood race. Now the Pope is going to the headquarters in Rome, intending to invite a new holy grail from there. Since the blood race has already set their minds on our Holy See, we naturally cannot sit still. At this point, Roger's expression became quite serious: "According to reliable sources, the reason why the blood race attacked the god of death this time and at the same time stole our Holy Grail is very likely to resurrect their An ancestor."

"Resurrecting the ancestor?" The complexions of the few of us changed, and we said: "As far as we know, there are three widely circulated ancestors of the Western blood race, Cain, Judas, and Dracula. Which one do they want to resurrect?" ?”

"It's unclear which one it is, but I have to admit that no matter which ancestor the blood race wants to resurrect, if it succeeds, it will bring huge disaster to our western spiritual world. Therefore, our Holy See has already stated that no matter how much we pay The price must be to stop this plan of the blood race."

"So that's how it is." I smiled lightly, thinking that the Holy See of Light is not so bright. If the blood race hadn't stolen their Holy Grail, threatening their status in the western underworld, they would still not make a move now. It is selfish.

But now that the Holy See of Light has stated that it wants to fight against the blood race, this must be good news for us, so I asked, "What are you going to do?"

"How to do it will not be known until the Pope returns." Roger replied: "But we think that cooperation with the God of Death is very necessary, but unfortunately, since the Death Trial was overthrown, the King of Death After being killed by the blood emperor, the death, hiding, and rebellion of today's god of death have already become a mess, but fortunately, Mo Luo is still alive. As long as he still has fighting spirit, I believe he can fight in the shortest possible time. Time will condense this plate of loose sand."

Speaking of this, Roger took another look at Mo Luo who was still lying on the ground drinking, and sighed helplessly: "As for how to restore Mo Luo's fighting spirit, I have no choice, it's up to you .”

After saying this, Roger directly took out a business card from his body and shot it at me. He may have the intention of testing my strength, so it was obvious when this business card was shot at me. Fluctuating with a powerful force.

I smiled lightly, then raised my right hand extremely quickly, stretched out two fingers and clamped it violently, the business card was finally caught by me when half of it passed through my fingertips, I After looking at the phone number on the business card, he put it in his bag and said, "I will call you as soon as possible."

"very good."

Roger nodded to me in a friendly manner, and said: "It is said that China's yin and yang world has ushered in a new era, and strong people emerge in endlessly. You have such terrifying power at such a young age. I didn't believe it before. See you today, I believe it."

After speaking, Roger put the cloak back on his head again, and walked towards the outside of the bar.

After Roger left, our group walked towards Moro immediately. The three of Donald were about to rush up to help Moro up, but I stopped him: "Don't worry about it!" he."

The three of Donald froze for a moment, and all turned their heads to look at me, not understanding what I meant.

I gestured to the three of them, and they immediately understood, then got up and stepped aside, while I frowned and walked towards Mo Luo step by step.

I still remember how high-spirited Moro was when he rescued us in the school building for the first time two years ago, and he was even more like a hero when he dealt with the group of vampires. I always thought that a strong man like him would always be awesome Go on, but he never dreamed that he would be reduced to what he is now.

He is no longer sunny, let alone handsome, with messy hair and a bearded face. Because he was beaten by those vampires just now, he has footprints all over his body, and there are even bruises and bloodstains in many places. It looks like a homeless man on the street.

Even though the death of the Death King and the subversion of the Death Trial will have a certain impact on Mo Luo, I will never believe that this can defeat him. There must be a large aspect of Mo Luo becoming what he is today. other reasons.

Seeing Mo Luo like this, my heart felt like a knife was piercing, and Bai Rushuang next to me was also frowning all the time, as if it was hard to accept that the handsome Reaper would turn into what he is now.

I walked towards Mo Luo, then squatted down and looked at him, and said, "Mr. Mo Luo, do you still remember me?"

Mo Luo looked up at me, his eyes were bloodshot and cloudy, he stared at me for several seconds, as if he was trying to remember who I was, finally, his face There was a flash of joy and excitement, but it soon faded, and finally he sat up slowly from the ground, and rubbed his forehead vigorously twice.

Then he suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "I remember you, you are Wu Dao, right, Wu Dao!"

(End of this chapter)