When Zhou Yang entered the negotiation room, the two parties were engaged in a fierce debate, so engrossed that none of the wizards and priests in the room found Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang sat in the chandelier and listened for a while, and then figured out the differences between the two sides, and immediately made a simple plan, and then jumped from the chandelier to the center of the long table.
He deliberately increased the strength of the fall, and slammed heavily on the table with a loud bang, which made the ground tremble, but the tabletop was not broken!
This sound caught everyone's attention.
All eyes were focused on this strangely uninvited guest.
"Ah, hello everyone!"
Zhou Yang raised his hand and greeted him, and before they could react, he drew out the two red lotus armor standard swords, and the whirlwind generally blew past the representative of the Yefimovich Golden Oak Leaf Group.
More than a dozen heads were neatly placed on the conference table, but the headless body was still sitting upright on the chair.
Blood surged, and the huge room was immediately filled with a pungent smell of blood.
Zhou Yang was in Yuan Ying state, and he didn't feel much about the smell, but the priests sitting across the table couldn't bear it.
In the blink of an eye, the negotiation turned into a slaughter, and the negotiating opponents lost their heads. This bloody and terrifying scene coupled with the stimulation of the taste immediately made the priests' faces become earthy, and those who were weak in bearing capacity bend over and vomit on the spot.
Zhou Yang returned to the center of the conference table, facing the leader among the representatives of the Orthodox Church, inserting a knife on the conference table, "Look, how simple is it, won't this difference be resolved?"
"Evil spirit!" A middle-aged priest beside him exclaimed in shock. He picked up the Bible as thick as a brick on the table in front of him, and smashed his hand.
Zhou Yang stretched out his hand to catch it, and threw it back. One guy smashed the priest to his head. "I can't read the scriptures. You can't throw the bricks. You can return the evil spirits. What kind of eye-breaking look, come, come. , What do you say I am?"
The head of the delegation referred to is an old man in his sixties, but he does not have the bloated figure that Russian old people are used to, he has no belly at all, his waist is straight, and his spirit is extremely healthy.
Seeing Zhou Yang catching the Bible lightly and throwing it back, his eyes couldn't help but shrink.
The Bible is a sacred object and cannot be touched by evil spirits!
Anyone who can smash the Bible as a brick casually cannot be an evil spirit.
But this one in front of him is obviously a spirit body.
In the classification of the Holy See, there are only two types of spirit bodies!
If it is not an evil spirit, there is only another possibility.
"You are the Holy Spirit!" the old priest asked cautiously.
"It's pretty much the same." Zhou Yang nodded. The Holy Spirit is a special term of the Holy See, which actually refers to the Yuan Ying, which will be demonstrated in a professional paper in the future.
Whether it's the Holy Spirit or the Nascent Soul, to the human world, they don't know a rare thing that hasn't been seen for many years.
The old priest couldn’t help being excited. He immediately stood up and straightened his collar, and bowed his head to Zhou Yang deeply, “Priest Kirill Prodov, I extend my highest regards to you, Lord Holy Spirit! We look forward to the Lord. The holy news has been for many years. The Patriarch is still praying in the cathedral, you..."
"I'll see him in a while." Zhou Yang waved his hand. "First, let me talk about one thing. This Yefimovich Golden Oak Leaf Group is not a good thing. Go and talk to your new partner about your future status in Russia."
Father Kirill hesitated, "Cooperating with the Yefimovich Golden Oak Leaf Group is a decision made by the Patriarch and the Priest Council. I have no right to change it. Did you see the Patriarch first..."
Zhou Yang waved his hand and pointed out, "Just outside, the 71st Regiment of the 42nd Division of the 58th Army of the North Caucasus Military Region is coming, preparing to bombard the Summer Palace and end your negotiation! If you don't want to die Under shelling, you can talk to their commander and see General Ivanovic. As for your patriarch, I will definitely go to see him, and he will definitely agree with me. However, I plan to first It’s not easy for your patriarch to pick up something for so many years. I have to bring some greetings to him when I go to see him, isn’t it!"
Father Kirill still hesitated.
The Holy Spirit is naturally not wrong, but the Holy See has its own position and attitude. There are still times when the Holy Spirit descended into the world in history. It does not mean that the Holy See will completely obey the Holy News of the Holy Spirit every time.
The world belongs to the world, the Holy See belongs to the Holy See, and the God belongs to God.
The Holy See has always divided this matter very clearly.
"This is the holy news that the Holy Spirit brings to you, what else can you hesitate about?" Zhou Yang seemed to unconsciously touched the hilt of the battle sword inserted on the table.
A war knife that had cut more than a dozen human heads, the blade was bright, there was no gap or blood, and it gave off a hint of cold light.
Father Kirill swept his gaze from the saber to behind Zhou Yang, seeing the bloody background, and suddenly he had an epiphany.
Although the Holy See is big, the Holy Spirit in front of him is obviously bigger, and obeying the Holy Spirit’s instructions is not wrong for a priest.
Well, even if there is a mistake, the Patriarch will definitely forgive him.
"You are right." Kirill became firm. "I will send someone out to contact the military!"
"That's right." Zhou Yang laughed with satisfaction, "Yes, you priest is very promising, I think it should be no problem to be a chief patriarch." After speaking, he drew the knife, thrust it behind him, and swish. The ground disappeared.
Father Kirill shuddered involuntarily, and a priest next to him pressed his throat and asked in a low voice, "High priest, is he really the Holy Spirit? I have never heard of this, so, uh, so addictive. The Holy Spirit of Blood!"
"He must be the Holy Spirit!" Father Kirill drew a cross on his chest, "The mighty power is like a mountain, the Holy Spirit comes, and the destruction of the city and the country is just a matter of thought. What does it mean to cut off the heads of a few people? Harrier, don't doubt the Lord? The truth! Or do you think there is no danger in doubting this Holy Spirit?"
The priest looked at the head of a person at a table, and immediately lowered his head deeply, "No, no, the Holy Spirit is on the top. I definitely didn't mean that."
Zhou Yang did not wait for the priests of the Holy See to come out and contact the military.
He was in a hurry and had to clean up the last hand and tail.
When slaying Yefimovich's Golden Oak Leaf Group, he directly brought out several souls, including the leader of the negotiating group, a very grand old wizard.
He was the only one who resisted when Zhou Yang started his hand. He chanted a spell, formed a shield around his body, and even rubbed a fireball out to launch it. However, Zhou Yang slashed it over. All his response was Is the egg used
Zhou Yang found a room, conducted a simple interrogation of these souls, and obtained information about the resident of the Yefimovich Golden Oak Leaf Group and the leader of Yefimovich.
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