Book of Gods and Demons

　　 The Book of Gods and Demons, Chapter 328, St. Attila, Port of Tulum, Peak District, Friedrich's Court.

　　 On the roof of the mansion, a huge binocular military telescope is locking the direction of the pier.

　　 Two airships were suspended high in the sky, and the huge golden oak icon and white flag was waving in the wind. In fact, you can see this huge flag without a telescope.

　　 Through the binoculars, Friedrich saw in the pod of the airship, workers in Chinese clothes were throwing bags of bright petals in all directions. The sea breeze blows, and the colorful petals fall like raindrops.

　　 In the direction of the pier, fireworks continue to rise up into the sky, and then burst out dazzling brilliance.

Frederick watched for a while, then sighed, turned around and sat on a soft wicker chair, lazily raising Erlang's legs: "God's Punishment Saint Attila...what kind of person is this? ?"

　　 Lucien lay lazily on another wicker chair, with a hose in his mouth, sucking the sweet and delicious juice from a fresh coconut.

　　 Lucien didn't say a word when he heard Friedrich's question. He sucked **** the hose until he sucked up the juice from the coconut. Then he lifted the coconut shell and threw it on the ground.

　　 "No matter who he is... This is the Durham Empire." Lucien chuckled: "Even if he is a saint canonized by the church, even if he has the most powerful extraordinary power under the so-called gods."

Shaking his head, Lucien said slowly: "He can chop off tens of millions of black skulls in the Black Continent, but this is the Durham Empire. When our Marines are reorganized and formed, they have sufficient combat power. What if he brings all his 30,000 church knights?"

　　 Friedrich sighed heavily: "I'm really curious. I really want to see what the only saint canonized by the Golden Oak Church in the past 100 years is like."

Lucien rolled his eyes: "Oh, dear Friedrich, there will be opportunities in the future... but today, absolutely not. As a member of the imperial family, sometimes you can only do this... Our Queen treats the church The attitude of the whole Medland knows. If you show up at Saint Attila's welcome ceremony...you must never show up."

　　 Friedrich snorted coldly.

　　 He took out a long slender cigarette and held it at the corner of his mouth, shaking his fingers lightly, the cigarette **** was lit with a flash of fire. He breathed out a few mouthfuls of green smoke, and asked softly: "Speaking of which, I am curious, is the relationship between the empire and the church... really so bad? Lucien, I have always wanted to know one thing, but even my father Inside, no one dared to tell me about this."

　　Lucien blinked.

He was silent for a while, and then sighed: "I have heard a little bit of wind about what you are talking about... But I dare not say anything to you... However, in this matter, the church is It's a loss."

　　 Lucian squinted, tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head slightly.

　　 "In this matter, the church is wrong, so... You see, the empire's attitude towards the church has always been so bad. But this time, why did the church send this notorious butcher?"

　　 Friedrich frowned, dropped the cigarette on the ground in a distraught, and stomped on his foot severely.

　　 "No matter why he is the butcher saint, anyway, according to the rules, he must go to the imperial capital to meet his majesty before returning to Tulum Port...I believe that there will be news from the imperial capital soon, right?"

Frederick raised his head and looked at the clear and clear sky, his mouth suddenly changed: "I don't know what's going on in the Imperial Capital. She, shouldn't she be punished too severely, right? Also, that **** fat man , What did he do when he went to the imperial capital? What happened to him now?"

　　 New Pier No. 3.

The Duke of Ross is ahead, and Hessian is a step behind. Together with the other six Patriarchs of the Tulum Port Seven-member Committee, as well as the big and small nobles and officials of Tulum Port, they have piled up smiles and arrived at Saint Attila. In front of.

　　 The Duke of Ross smiled and bowed to Saint Attila: "Honorable Lord Saint Attila, welcome..."

　　 Saint Attila's gaze crossed the Duke of Rose and quickly swept across the welcoming crowd before him. Then he opened his arms and greeted Archbishop Laurent who was dragging behind: "Oh, my brother, how are you doing?"

　　 Archbishop Laurent swallowed a spit, forced a smile, and greeted him with open arms: "Great Mu's gift, I am all well. You have come from a long way, and the ocean is treacherous. How are you?"

　　 The two distinguished archbishops embraced enthusiastically, and then gave a face-to-face ceremony. The last two of them pressed their foreheads against their foreheads, and at the same time, they recited a prayer of praise.

　　 Duke Rose's face went gloomy.

She took the initiative to salute Saint Attila, and took the initiative to give him a welcome speech, but Saint Attila's performance was so and so... The welcome speech that Duke Ross racked his brains to come up with before she had time to say it, she was frustrated and frustrated. It strangled it directly.

The pretty face twitched slightly, Duke Rose rolled his eyes, and then smiled with a sharp smile: "The two bishops really have a deep affection... Lord Lauren, I don’t know how you feel about Saint Attila. Your Excellency succeeded...Oh, no, what do you think about taking your position? What do you say?"

"I heard that you are going to the ascetic monastery in Dabwa...It is a very miserable place, far from the prosperous and comfortable port of Tulum. You must have a lot to say now, right? After all, you can stay. Port Tulum, who wants to go to the Ascetic?"

"Actually, I personally think that you are more suitable for Tulum Port... Instead, it is the Lord Saint Attila. As the only living saint of the church in the last century, he should go to the ascetic to drink cold water and eat brown bread. Well!"

　　 Saint Attila's previous performance was completely slapped Duke Ross in the face in public. He ignores the attitude of the Duke of Ross and has already expressed his attitude towards the Durham Empire.

　　 The Duke of Rose is completely a character that does not take revenge overnight, so she immediately provokes the relationship between Archbishop Laurent and St. Attila in public, using extremely inferior provocative words.

　　 The words of the Duke of Ross are extremely naked, without showing any affection, and the methods are extremely inferior.

　　 But she raised her chin arrogantly, rolled her eyes and looked at Saint Attila-my grandmother, I used such inferior words and such inferior methods to publicly provoke the relationship between the two archbishops before and after you.

　　 I did just that!

　　 If you refuse, come hit me!

　　 This is the Deren Empire, grandma aunt, I am the local snake here, grandma aunt, I have hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers in my palm, ha ha... You have a kind of not giving me face, you have a kind of turning your face on the spot!

　　 Saint Attila let go of Archbishop Loren, and slowly turned around.

　　 The sun shone on his slick scalp, reflecting a dazzling brilliance. This guy didn't know how to maintain it. His head was greasy and slippery, like a mirror. No hair scum could be seen, and it could almost reflect the shadow of Archbishop Laurent next to him.

　　 Gazing quietly at the Duke of Rose, Saint Attila slowly said, "Be humble in the presence of the glory of my lord. Please be aware that it is my lord who illuminates the earth to have all living beings in this world."

　　 "Benevolent Muteste, may the glory of her compassion shine on my body and soul forever." Duke Rose shook the small folding fan briskly, showing that she is a devout Muteste believer.

She smiled happily, and once again provoked the topic just now: "Welcome to Tulum Port, Honorable Saint Attila. Tulum Port is a good place. You will love it here. It is comparable to the wild black continent. , And the ascetic monastery is so much better."

　　 sighed, Duke Rose raised his eyebrows: "You are new here, there must be nothing to say. Archbishop Laurent, you...really don't want to say something?"

　　 Archbishop Laurent opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

　　 Saint Attila turned his head and glanced at him lightly. Archbishop Laurent suddenly felt his heart twitch, and his body was cold, and a terrible chill almost froze his body and soul at the same time.

　　 Archbishop Laurent closed his mouth immediately and bowed his head obediently.

　　 St. Attila stared at the Duke of Rose, and said softly: "Please forgive me for my impoliteness... Expressing my blessings and greetings to the brothers in the church is more important than accepting the welcome of secular believers."

　　 "My lord's servants are bathed in radiance, and they will definitely be above mortals." Saint Attila's voice was very soft, full of inexplicable charm. Moreover, without seeing how hard he roared, his voice was fascinating and spread throughout the wharf area, making it clear to the hundreds of thousands of Tulun Harbor citizens gathered here.

"Therefore, Duke Ross, no matter how honorable and powerful you are in the world, please be humble." Saint Attila said softly, "Everything I have done must be right, because I Bathe in the splendor of my lord ~www.ltnovel.com~ grasp the authority he has given me."

　　 Duke Ross looked at Saint Attila dumbfounded.

　　 Damn it, this is a magic stick that the Duke of Belarus has seen in his life, and it is even more difficult to deal with.

　　 "I am a believer in Mouteste, I bathe..." Duke Ross turned his eyes and wanted to attack him with the words of Saint Attila.

"My lord is the king of the gods, the **** of the gods, therefore, the servant of my lord is above all living beings." Saint Attila said softly: "Please be humble, and stop your sophistry... Duke Ross, You are not a qualified and devout believer. As soon as my feet set foot on this sinful land, I felt the existence of heresy."

　　 Duke Rose's face became extremely ugly.

Saint Attila publicly said that she was not a “pious believer”. In Medland, this is almost the most serious crime... If it is placed in the past where theocratic ruled everything, this one crime is enough to make Duke Ross and her All of his family members and clansmen went on the torture frame.

　　 "Your words are biased." Duke Ross's tone became very unpleasant.

　　 "All heretics will be wiped out in the glory of my lord!" Saint Attila raised his right hand, and then his palm released a faint light.

　　 In the void, the sun suddenly burst into a bright light several times stronger than usual.

　　 In the terrible light, golden light with the thickness of a thumb fell from the sky. Among the crowd on the dock, dozens of men and women were simultaneously penetrated by the golden light from the sky.

　　 Their bodies were quickly wrapped in golden flames, burning like torches.