Book of Gods and Demons

The main text of the Book of Gods and Demons, Chapter 452, Saint Joe's ‘Wow 嚯嚯嚯嚯’!

　　 The sharp and magical laughter sounded like a circular saw driven by steam, coming from all directions with a piercing sound.

　　 The silver osmanthus tree condensed by the nuns was shattered in the sharp laughter, and it exploded into countless groups of fiery silver light scattered around. The nuns who were present shook slightly, and nearly half of the nuns couldn't support them and sat on the ground.

　　 Joe stared wide, and subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the main hall door.

　　 The sharp and magical laughter reminded him of Rose, Grand Duke of Cassica.

　　 and appeared at the gate of the main hall, the woman who was holding her head slightly high and laughing loudly, her clothes and decorations were indeed exactly the same as that of Duke Ross.

A magnificent and exaggerated black palace dress, wearing a magnificent to extravagant blood-colored cloak-too long, exaggerated blood-colored cloak is tens of feet long, invisible power rolled up a small whirlwind, supporting the heavy cloak It floats slightly, just right in the air half a foot off the ground, avoiding the broken bricks and thin ice on the ground.

　　 Margaret III was wearing such an extremely luxurious exaggerated costume, with long hair scattered, and appeared at the gate of the main hall of St. Maya Cathedral with a loud smile.

The neckline of her palace dress is extremely conservative. In the center of the collar that almost wraps her neck, a black metal Hydra badge hangs upright, and the nine snake heads open their mouths ferociously. Going forward. The eyes of the nine snake heads are inlaid with blood-colored gems, and the **** light makes this emblem look like a living thing, especially hideous.

Marguerite III, who was smiling constantly, held a wickedly shaped scepter in her left hand. Nearly there was a snake-head scepter that was as long as her whole person. It is twisted by twisted **** patterns.

　　 With a slight movement of her left hand, there was a heavy wave of power tumbling from the scepter, stirring up the sky over a few kilometers, and the dark clouds contained a trace of **** thunder.

　　 The appearance of the big winter thunderstorms that only exist in the summer... The power of this scepter is also scary enough.

　　 And her right hand is holding a long thin sword that is nearly six feet long.

　　 Just like those used by Hydra's secret guards, the sword has a slightly curved body, like a saber made of some kind of fangs. The thin sword in Margaret III's hand also has a soft arc.

　　 The rapier is pitch black, the blade is translucent, and the black air is entwined around the blade. It is faintly visible that there are very thin black streamers flowing back and forth inside the blade, just like small black snakes chasing and playing.

Amidst the sharp laughter, the rapier in Margaret III's right hand tapped the ground lightly. In the sound of "chichi", the ground was corroded into fist-sized holes.

　　 This is the main hall of the St. Mayan Cathedral. The ground is made of special materials that have been blessed by divine power and inscribed with a large number of gods and runes.

　　Margaret III did not urge the rapier in his hand, but with its leaked power, he could easily destroy the ground of the main hall which was several times stronger than stainless steel, showing how terrible the rapier was.

　　 "Honorable Majesty!" The great priest Xia's complexion changed rapidly. In the end, she piled up a bright smile on her face, leaned slightly, and saluted Marguerite III: "May the glory of my lord..."

"I'm not rare!" Margaret III violently interrupted Grand Priest Xia's polite words: "If I can pass this level, I won't be scared of her glory... If I can't survive, mine The soul will no longer belong to me, and I don't care even more."

　　 "Stop talking about these useless nonsense... we are serious."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Marguerite III took two steps forward slowly.

　　 Behind her, the air squirmed like water waves, causing a few ripples.

Entirely wrapped in a black cloak, with a huge scepter in both hands, Medica, whose breath is strong and deep, like a black hole, walked out slowly from the ripples in the air, with a low smile of'hehe' Then, following Margaret III's back.

　　 Behind Mediga, more than a dozen Hydra's secret guards, all covered in black cortex and soft armor, appeared from the air little by little like ghosts.

　　 They also held slightly curved, long thin swords, their steps were light as ghosts, and they followed behind without any sound.

"Xia, I have seen with my own eyes, your group of old and young bitches... are attacking the loyal ministers of the imperial royal family." Margaret III smiled like a flower, and her dark eyes were as cold as knives. Quickly glanced at Joe who was kneeling on the ground and panting.

　　 Qiao Ji Lingling fought a cold war, and he yelled loudly, "Your Majesty...they are killing people!"

"Oh, no, no, no..." The rosary'Ding Ding' held by the big priest Xia's hands turned, she smiled and shook her head again and again: "This is, misunderstanding... Evil force."

　　 The great priest smiled very brightly.

　　 A silver divine light like flowing water rippled from her body, and turned into a gorgeous light rain covering Joe and all his subordinates who were injured by the nuns' powerful magic arts.

　　 Joe only felt a warm, clear energy full of vitality into his body.

　　 He took a few breaths and slowly stood up, his body returned to its peak state while breathing.

　　 At the same time, Marcos, Ivan the Great, as well as Lan Hibiscus, Lan Platycodon, etc., their sieve-like wounds healed quickly. The energy of their blood energy was quickly recovering, and they shook their bodies and struggled to stand up from the ground.

　　The divine power of Yingui Church...It is as magical as the legend.

　　 Regardless of the magical potions that can be purchased on the market, whether it is Joe or the group of people around him, it is the first time in his life that he has truly received the treatment of Yingui Church's high-level magic.

　　 The great priest Xia made the shot herself, and the healing effect was obviously much stronger than that of the magical potions that could be purchased on the market.

　　 Such a serious injury, many wounds directly penetrated the internal organs, and they were completely healed in just a few breaths.

　　 Da Yifan muttered in a low voice, to the effect that if the great priest Xia could go to the battlefield, how many seriously wounded dying soldiers could be saved by her hand?

　　 However, no one called PolyU Ivan.

　　 High priests such as the great priest Xia, the huge Deren Empire, this is only one person...How could she condescend to go to the dirty and smelly battlefield to help those lowly status soldiers heal?

　　 If I have money, I will buy a few magic potions.

　　 If there is no money, the poor man deserves to die on the battlefield!

　　 Margaret III chuckles and walks into the hall step by step.

　　Medica dragged a heavy scepter that was more than twice his height, and walked in the same step by step.

　　 The great priest Xia narrowed her pupils and stared at Margaret III firmly: "You see, they have too much power of the Heretic God. We must use the most extreme method to wash away the evil."

　　 Coughed lightly, and the great priest Xia lightly smiled: "Only by dispelling the source of evil, I can heal these lovely children... Do you think this is the truth?"

　　 Qiao coughed heavily: "His Majesty, there is no lie that can deceive the wise you... I think this is definitely killing people. I know something, bad things about St. Mayan Cathedral."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Marguerite III gave Joe a sideways glance, and the scepter in his left hand slammed the ground lightly.

　　 There was a loud bang, centered on the place where the scepter landed, countless very thin cracks spread in all directions, and the cracks instantly exceeded the scope of the main hall and extended to other areas of the Santa Maya Cathedral.

The ground shook violently, and Margaret III yelled at Joe coldly, "Shut up, young man... When I am talking to a highly respected and holy priest, you should be good-looking. Shut up!"

　　 Without waiting for the great priest Xia to speak, Margaret III added another fiercely: "Even if the noble great priest wants to kill people, let me at least listen to what she said?"

　　 The great priest Xia has experienced wind and rain, and has long been refined to be as thick as the walls of the blood kapok fort, and a layer of shameful pink appeared on her face.

　　 A gleam of divine light flashed, and the pink face quickly turned white.

　　The great priest Xia quickly walked to Margaret III with a bright smile, and whispered to her in a low voice.

　　 Margaret III raised her brows slightly, tilted her head, slanted her eyes, coldly looked at the great priest in front of him, and responded in a low voice from time to time.

　　 The two voices were extremely quiet, and they were more than two hundred feet away from Joe.

　　 But Joe has the power of the Wolf King, and his hearing... is far beyond ordinary.

　　At this distance, he clearly heard the private communication between the two distinguished ladies.

　　What ‘the decentness of the church’!

　　What a ‘secret penal institution’!

　　What the ‘final guilt’!

　　What a "lasting friendship"!

　　 What a "temporary misunderstanding"!

　　What ‘someone is responsible’!

　　 words like this~www.ltnovel.com~ Joe is very strange.

Especially when the two ladies communicated, their eyes flickered and their eyes were unpredictable. Obviously, in addition to language, they also used a certain way of communication that is unique to women to carry out another dimension and another level. Joe is totally unpredictable. Secret negotiation that may be understood.

Finally, Margaret III’s voice rose slightly: "The chaos in Hyderabad, please suppress it immediately... I have always firmly believed that only the benevolent servants of Muteste can truly Guard Medland."

　　 The great priest Xia's voice also became a little high-pitched: "This is a sacred duty given to me by my lord. These **** heretics, they came to assassinate Saint Attila, and they have to pay."

　　 Margaret III sighed heavily: "Then, Dabova needs an explanation to the empire, under the crown of Saint Attila... it brings us too much trouble."

　　The great priest Xia also sighed: "I personally think that he is not suitable for staying in Hyderabad."

　　Margaret III nodded: "Joe Jon Witto, a loyal minister of the imperial royal family, a young man with a bright future that I like... But today, if I didn't happen to arrive, he..."

　　 The great priest Xia's voice rose again a lot: "I know the devotion of His Excellency Joe Rong Witu to my lord...I will bestow him the title of ‘saint’ in the name of the Archbishop of the Durham Empire!

　　 The scepter and the rapier in Margaret III's hands disappeared at the same time, and she enthusiastically embraced the great priest Xia: "Deal!"