Old Sword Master

He was keenly aware that something was wrong in the temple.

“Ah, Hannibal, why did you think you got it for this?” A woman with a luxurious purple dress and a beautiful face walked into the temple. Her voice was full of irony and taking pleasure in other people’s. misfortune, “You should be the hero of Carthage, the savior of the country, the savior of the nation!”

She took a few entourages, but they have followed her family for more than a dozen generations, so there is nothing to worry about.

Another entourage was Lev the “purple”, who paved the way for this meeting.

“Utica Budnes, I am also very happy to meet you.” Hannibal slightly nodded to the woman, “Your city is so prosperous and stable, it’s really not easy.”

“Hehe.” The woman named Utica Budenis gave a sneer, “You tricked my husband and brother to go to Italy with you. They were all dead, but you came back alive and betrayed Katai. Ji, converted to the Greek Evil God?”

“They fought with me. No one can fool such a smart person.” Hannibal bowed slightly, “I am proud to be able to fight with such a man.”

“I would rather be proud of them in Rome. This is the only possibility I can forgive you for killing my husband and brother.” Utica Budenis gritted his teeth.

More than 600 years have passed since the city was built, but the descendants of the city builders are still the masters of the city. Although there have been several usurpations during this period, one of them even exceeded 50 years, the family can regain power every time.

“I tried my best and I will continue to work hard.” Hannibal remained calm. “I didn’t betray Carthage either. I just stopped believing in the gods my parents believed in. I didn’t mean that I didn’t love them. I love them and my compatriots, and if you don’t fight for them and my compatriots, how can you say that I am betraying?”

“This is not a betrayal?!” Utica Budenis roared.

“This is not the case. The two gods we believe in are murderers and liars.” Hannibal paused and added with accent, “And not strong enough.”

“Then you should believe in cannibals and that pornographic mania?” Utica Budenis had no affection for Roman wolf mothers and Zeus.

“I don’t believe in cannibal wolves. Lord of the Storm is not a porn maniac. Some of K’s stories are made up by the saints and saints who fell in Greece.” Hannibal said in his own (chest xiōng) mouth. Draw 2 lightning bolts.

This didn’t convince the female warlock, she coldly said: “Just because the two gods are both murderers and liars, do you take refuge in other murderers and liars? Didn’t you tell me that all gods are murderers and liars, these two are ours at best? Murderers and liars, is it better to believe in them than to believe in other murderers and liars?”

After Hannibal, who was less than ten years old at the time, said this, Utica Budenis’s little report caused him to suffer the most terrifying beating of his father, and he really didn’t know his mother.

“No, Utica Budnes, that was the prejudice and arrogance of a teenager.” Hannibal shook his head and said with reverence, “I can be sure now that not all gods are murderers and liars. It is true. There are real gods. The K’s are very powerful murderers who cannot be punished. They are liars whose hearts I cannot expose. They are much stronger than our two gods. They are at least not inferior to the murderer of the Romans. I have seen Lord of the One of Storm’s messengers, in terms of fighting alone, he is stronger than two me. He has used various powers that are extremely stressful, and there is no sign of losing control.”

Hannibal took out a bottle of core tranquilizer left by Wood and handed it to the female warlock opposite.

“How sure are you?” Utica Budenis solemnly asked while observing the tranquilizer at the lights in the temple.

Her fingers gently slid across a dark red horizontal line on the base.

“Enough to bet on my father, father’s father, and his father’s reputation.” Hannibal’s voice is not loud, but as firm as a rock, just like his father. “We now believe in a very strong Murderer, or perfect liar.”

Wood won’t be angry if he hears this conversation, because he is the tall main plane Sage’s Sword. This time the life of the subplane has been deceived by their low-level gods for too long. It is normal to have a little misunderstanding. , Slowly save, just reform.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Lord of the Storm is not a murderer. Even if it is a slander based entirely on facts, he only says that K is a saboteur and a robber, not killing people, and not deceiving people, although the latter Wood can’t do it temporarily.

Chapter 407 The Concerned Wood Is Going Home

In the Major Sect hall of Venice, walked into a short man dressed in ruined linen and a hood.

This dress is not special among those who come to confess, but he immediately took out a donation of 100 thalers and it was very special.

The priest in the church immediately arranged the best confessional for him.

“For the crime I committed, I repent.”

“What did you do, my child.”

“I wrote documents deceiving the church for arrogance, jealousy and greed.”

After the little Bazin and Wood broke up, they disguised themselves and came to the Major Sect Church in Venice to confess. Of course, when he looked for Ma Yi, Uncle Hei knew what he was going to do, so he arranged for a Bazin family pastor to take charge. Confession, so it doesn’t matter what he says.

However, the Calvary of the First Apostle in the confessional room looks particularly radiant today. There are brilliant lights and vibrant colors in the eyes of the First Apostle, as if the victim was really on the cross.

…

In the Vatican Castle, Rome, in the bedroom of the true pope, Paul III opened his eyes and saw a pair of eyes on the ceiling.

It looked the same as what he had dreamed of last night. Everything is agile, wise, and clearly understood. No secret can be hidden under his gaze.

Sure enough, Michelangelo had seen God too!

In the third life of Paul, there was no more doubt that the genius who painted this bedroom was indeed the one loved by God.

He is too.

He dreamed, and dreamed of God.

The classics of Dark Sun Church in Rome clearly remember that God is a god who likes to keep in touch with his agents through dreams and whispers.

This kind of thing was very common during the active period of the First Apostle. Kconcentrate attention completely watched his agent, and talked to him as if he were talking at home, but after the death of the First Apostle, this communication was greatly reduced.

It’s not a lot that every true pope can receive 3 direct instructions.

Except for a period of 500 years ago, when the Roman-Constantinople churches were divided.

This connection is very active, even too active. Not to mention the true election of the pope. Almost everyone in the red-clothed Archbishop has received dozens or more of these direct instructions, with different contents and similar themes, all of which are encouragement They kill their colleagues and seize the highest power.

In the last 100 years, this kind of mysterious communication that is not given on the altar, but only with the true pope alone, is extremely rare. Even if it is not a miracle, it is the rarest grace.