Book of Gods and Demons

The main text of the Book of Gods and Demons Chapter 645: What is God? Port of Tulum, St. Cloud’s Cathedral.

　　 At the top of the tallest tower, two beautiful and elegant little nuns are carefully serving Saint Attila and Rafa, cooking fragrant tea for the two on the spot, and constantly offering freshly baked sweet desserts.

　　 Saint Attila and Rafa sat at a small square table, looking at the sky to the northeast.

　　 Discussing, their identities at the moment are a bit embarrassing.

　　 In this ‘punitive’ war, two people are the nominal initiators. They should be the connection hub of the coalition forces, responsible for reconciling the conflicts and conflicts of the coalition forces, and strive to make the coalition forces form a strong whole.

　　With the special status of the Golden Oak Church on the mainland, the two should belong to the core of the small group of people with the highest status, the most detached, and the most powerful among the coalition forces!

　　 But the embarrassment is that the two of them didn't do anything...The coalition forces were driven out of Tulum Port, and the extremely powerful combined fleet of the coalition forces was wiped out in the sea off Tulum Port?

　　 This is too embarrassing.

　　 The coalition forces ran so fast that they had no time to notify them, and they threw them at Tulum Port.

　　With their status, with the power of the church behind them, they are not afraid of what the Deren Empire will do to them...

　　 But... this thing is really embarrassing.

especially…

　　 St. Attila and Margaret III had a shameful deal.

　　 As for Rafa, he is the soul of the Marquis of West Jacques, and he invaded Rafa's body with a secret technique.

　　 Both of them hooked up with the Deren Empire, but they didn't know about this matter to each other... Therefore, they gathered together to watch the battle, it was really bellyful of sewage, and countless shameful thoughts were rolling in their minds.

　　 If it weren't for Rafa's fear of Saint Attila's personal strength.

　　 If it were not for Saint Attila’s family background, Rafa would be afraid.

　　 The two men had long been arrogant to each other and killed each other in Port Tulum, as a meritorious service to Hyderabad.

　　 "Your Excellency Rafa, what do you think of the prospect of this war?" Saint Attila took a sip of the fragrant tea and asked Rafa calmly. He still remembers Margaret III's deal with him-to use this war as much as possible to weaken the military and national power of other countries on the mainland.

　　 Lafa does not hurriedly chew the little cake in his mouth.

　　He greeted the pastry chef of the cathedral fiercely in his heart-he, whose soul is the Marquis of West Jacques, naturally inherited the taste of the Marquis of West Jacques. As a traditional old Delun, his favorite pastry style is also traditional and heavy.

　　 The pastries made by the pastry chef of the cathedral are too fancy.

　　In the small cake, too much honey, cream, and even a little too sweet cardamom powder are added...This small cake can be described as "fat and powder" and "flowery branches".

　　 turned around and put this guy on the torture frame.

　　Rafa cursed fiercely in his heart, he swallowed the little cake with difficulty, raised the tea cup, looked down the edge of the cup, and secretly looked at Saint Attila.

"I personally mean that the scale of the war should be expanded..." Rafa firmly fulfilled Margaret III's order: "The Deren Empire needs to be beaten and beaten, and the abyss of military expenses, they must pay...even This time, they have to perform greater and more support to the battlefield of the abyss."

　　 "Whether it is human or material?" Saint Attila looked at Rafa with a smile.

　　 "Neither human nor material resources." Rafa smiled and nodded.

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 "Then, let us jointly name and send out official documents to all countries... let them mobilize more fleets and armies." Saint Attila said slowly: "Temporarily The failure does not explain anything. I believe that with the strength of the unity of the countries on the mainland, we will be able to severely teach this increasingly rampant Hydra."

　　Rafa smiled and nodded, took a sip of fragrant tea, and swept his eyes across the two little nuns standing beside him.

　　 Saint Attila smiled, and then he said softly: "Your Excellency Rafa, seems to have the same aesthetic as me."

　　Rafa raised his brows. As an old scum for many years, he quickly smelled some of the ‘smells’ in Saint Attila’s words that only real scum could feel.

　　He whispered: "The Saint Zion family, I am very happy to be friends with Mianxia...Ah, friends, there should be some common hobbies."

　　 Saint Attila also raised his brows.

　　 He looked at Rafa in astonishment—the perfect result of the trial. The third holy judge of the Holy Inquisition Court, like him, actually hides such a... such a colorful personal world under the mask of the pious **** stick?

　　 He also took advantage of the situation and looked at the two little nuns with a smile.

　　 Rafa whistled softly.

　　 The expressions of the two people relaxed at the same time. They laughed at each other and looked at each other. Since everyone is a scumbag wearing a mask of a magic stick... Then, many things in the following are easy to handle.

　　 For example, draw the opponent to the side of the empire?

　　 In the hearts of the two of them, the shameful thoughts wandered at the same time.

Powerful and evil waves rolled from a distance. In the northeast sky, a large black mist emerged out of thin air. Three juvenile hydras roared, their bodies swelled to a half-mile length, and they shook their huge heads from their mouths. Large swaths of lightning, flames, and poison gas were ejected from inside, and blasted toward a strange figure full of tentacles.

　　 Salian stood on the head of a juvenile Hydra, holding a sharp sword, and watching the figure that was fast and lightning fast in the air.

　　He tried a sword attack several times.

　　 But every time his blade swept across the opponent's body dangerously and dangerously, instead, it was the opponent's tentacles, which had already made several bone-deep wounds on his body.

　　 Salian was full of blood, he held the hilt tightly and moved more cautiously.

　　 The attack of three juvenile Hydras blew up the hills northeast of Tulum Port to sparse thousands of acres of vineyards, olive groves, and flower fields in flames and smoke.

　　 On the ground, a figure wearing an imperial army uniform rushed into the air, launching an attack on the tentacle figure.

　　 But their attacks all came back in vain. Their speed was too slow to touch each other at all.

Instead, the opponent’s tentacles lightly shook, and those who were wearing the Imperial Army uniforms were shot down to the ground. In just a few breaths, at least nearly 30 Imperial Army elites were seriously injured, or even directly broken open and lethal. Vicious kill on the spot.

　　 Saint Attila and Rafa stood up at the same time.

　　 They watched the three crazy juvenile Hydra warily, and looked at the weird figure that turned like flying with even more fear.

　　 "Hydra kept secretly in the Derren Empire...they appear reasonable and not surprising at all."

　　 "But, this guy."

　　Rafa murmured: "He stole a trace of the power of the evil god. He transformed his body into a clone of the evil god... His body is already the body of the evil god, but it is under his complete control."

　　 "These guys, can they deceive those terrible evil gods?" Rafa hissed, "They should be sent to the torture frame."

try{mad1('gad2');}catch(ex){}　　 Saint Attila looked at Salian with a few more bloodstains on his body, and his body gradually burst into golden flames.

　　Because of his deal with Margaret III, he must not sit back and watch Sarian fall here.

　　Rafa is even more anxious.

　　As a courtier of the Deren Empire, even if he wears the skin of Rafa, his awe of the empire is increasing. Similarly, he couldn't help but watch Salian get killed here.

　　 God knows what that crazy old lady will do?

　　Rapha felt that if Salian died before his eyes, Margaret III could tear himself to pieces alive.

　　 Therefore, Rafa moves faster than Saint Attila. Saint Attila is only ready to take action, and Rafa has already roared and rushed out of the tower: "Here, you must receive the harshest punishment!"

　　 But Rafa had just rushed out, and a bishop wearing a pale golden robe had already stood in front of him.

The bishop Rafa felt that the bishop raised his pure gold scepter: "Your Excellency Rafa, I brought the will of His Majesty the Pope... This war, our church is just a witness... We will never actually intervene in this. A war."

　　 After speaking some high-sounding words, the bishop lowered his voice.

"His Majesty the Pope asked me to tell you and St. Attila's crown, it is not the best time for us to take action... I have brought the holy object, when the holy object is lit, you and St. Attila's crown, you can Directly borrow the power of our lord to punish those heretics. This is the original words of His Majesty the Pope."

　　 The bishop handed a golden, burning oak leaf to Rafa.

　　 Rafa frowned. Isn't it time for the church to enter?

　　 Who cares about that damn, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is hiding in Dabowa, the old **** stick who hasn't seen anyone for years is planning something... Rafa only knows that if he can't protect Sallian, he will really be killed.

　　 Margaret III doesn’t even need to act on her own, as long as she reveals her true identity, she will be cut across by the Holy Inquisition Court...

　　 But the bishop who got in the way, the breath on his body made Rafa feel a little depressed.

　　 The pure gold scepter in his hand made Rafa feel a sense of inexplicable fear.

Rapha is high in power, but in the final analysis, he is only a new generation of the Golden Oak Church. His strength is probably in the upper middle level among the huge church... And the huge behemoth of the Golden Oak Church, God knows how much hidden inside it is. , How many terrible old immortals have been hidden.

　　 Lafagan smiled: "Then, we..."

　　 The bishop smiled: "We just need to wait quietly, and destiny will naturally send everything we need to us."

　　 That guy with tentacles all over his body, his tentacles suddenly became older elders.

Hundreds of thin tentacles are like a big net, binding the three juvenile Hydras tightly, and then this guy moves all over, and the three juvenile Hydras roaring for half a mile, as if they were lost. Flew like a sandbag, and then fell heavily to the ground.

　　 The entire Port of Tulum was shaking violently.

　　 More than a dozen tentacles, severely tied Salian's neck and limbs.

　　 The man screamed: "Catch you, you can, go to death... Ouch, your brother Hillman, hello to you!"