"I'll give you ten minutes. If you don't come out, I'll turn this place into ruins. I suggest that you let your disciples and grandchildren leave here first." The old man still stood on the previous steps and said coldly. His voice echoed throughout the St. Lance Cathedral a few seconds later.
After a brief silence, there was a commotion in the entire St. Lance Cathedral.
The believers searched for the source of the voice with angry eyes, priests, priests, and people from the Inquisition swarmed out.
The old man is not difficult to find, he stands so conspicuously. Rays of light immediately gathered in his direction and rushed towards him with the fastest speed.
However, each figure would be enveloped by a ray of light tens of meters away from the old man, and then they would be completely fixed there, motionless, just like the priest at the beginning.
"Guide the believers to leave, and the church is temporarily closed." A majestic and clear voice sounded. The priests who had rushed towards the old man stopped quickly, and St. Lance Cathedral immediately began to clear the scene.
Two figures came out from two different directions, and at the same time, the door behind the old man opened, and a person also walked out.
Three people walked slowly in three different directions, but surprisingly, their steps were very consistent.
The old man turned around and faced the person who came out from behind the door, his old face showed no expression.
"Arcane Monarch, stay safe." It was a very handsome man with long blond hair hanging behind him. If you looked at him from behind, you might even think he was a woman. Picturesque eyebrows, handsome, yet masculine. He was dressed in a clean white priest robe, and what was even more peculiar was that he had a pair of golden eyes, and his body exuded a holy aura.
"Merenda, you are not qualified yet. Where is the Pope?" the old man said lightly.
The blond young man smiled and said, "The Pope is praying, and he will come out later, please wait a moment." He didn't seem to mind the old man's arrogant words in St. Lance Cathedral, as if he was just welcoming someone from afar. friend.
"As I said, there are only ten minutes, and now there are seven minutes." The old man put his hands behind his back, still raised his head, and looked at the murals on the dome of St. Lance Cathedral, with an expression of appreciation, without any fireworks gas.
The two figures on both sides gradually walked in. They were two women. The woman on the left was wearing a long white dress. She was as beautiful as an elf. Her skin was so fair and tender that water could be squeezed out. Even her long hair was white. of.
The other woman has long light blue hair. Strangely, the color of her hair seems to be changing. From different angles and at different times, it looks different.
Her appearance is much more ordinary, but just like her hair, it gives people a feeling that they cannot be seen clearly.
Mirenda sighed, and said, "The King of Arcane Arts, we know why you came here. We are also very sorry about this matter."
The old man smiled sarcastically, "It's a pity that I couldn't keep them, right? Then you can try today to see if you can keep me. I have lived for too long, and I am really impatient. Hmm , This church is really beautiful, it’s not bad for me as a coffin. But, I don’t know how many funeral objects there will be.”
Mirenda's face changed slightly, and he said, "The king of arcane arts, please be careful. The dignity of the gods cannot be desecrated."
The old man snorted disdainfully, "The only god in my heart is mathematics. God, what a shit."
"Bold!" The woman on the left shouted coquettishly, her head of white hair flew up, and a round of silver moon light shone behind her. At the same time, six silver-white wings spread behind her, with a strong sacred aura Directly toward the old man shrouded in the past.
"An incomplete angel of the moon dares to shout in front of me?" The old man waved his hand disdainfully. A strange beam of light suddenly bloomed outward.
This light beam is very strange, expanding outward in a fan-shaped manner. The silver-white moonlight emanating from the angel of the moon melted quietly after touching the light beam, and what was even more frightening was that the light covered her almost in the blink of an eye.
A strong sense of suffocation came instantly, and the face of the Angel of the Moon changed drastically.
"The Arcane King is merciful." Mirenda screamed, stepped forward, and was already in front of the old man. He raised his hand and brushed towards the old man. Behind him, a pair of golden wings appeared layer by layer. For a while, it was difficult to calculate how many wings there were.
His aura is not vast, but it is extremely pure, with a golden halo, the moment it is released from his hand, it seems that there is an extra round of sun in St. Lance Cathedral.
"Hmph!" The old man snorted coldly, his body suddenly became unreal, and in the next moment, he had disappeared without a trace. However, the light shrouding the Angel of the Moon suddenly expanded, almost like a blinking sword, covering all the space within the entire cathedral as far as the eye can see.
The feeling of suffocation also appeared on Miranda, the Angel of the Moon and another female priest at the same time.
"The king of arcane arts is not allowed!" Mirenda screamed, but his voice could hardly be heard in the vacuum. He can only transmit his thoughts outward through his spiritual thoughts, and at the same time, a soft golden light shield spreads out from his body as the center.
The king of angels, Mirenda, is second only to the pope in the pope's castle, and his cultivation level is stronger than that of the seven archangels. He was once known as the number one person under the ruler.
However, even he, when facing the old man, was obviously restrained, as if he was afraid of offending him.
"You still have three minutes!" The old man's voice sounded from all directions, making it impossible to find his exact location.
At this moment, the resounding chants sounded, and the walls of St. Lance Cathedral lit up in all directions almost at the same time. Milky white light surged out, and layers of halos came layer upon layer from the gate behind Mirenda. Emerge.
Little angels formed by light and shadow danced in the air, and the sacred breath made everyone feel at peace.
The vacuum also smiled quietly as the little angels flew, the air returned, and the previous oppressive force disappeared.
"Old lunatic, you are still so crazy." It was also an old voice, but it was a little more simple and helpless.
An old man with snow-white hair, wearing a luxurious Pope's robe and a crown, walked out slowly.
Mirenda's position in the Holy See was detached, so she just took a step back and nodded to him, while the other two girls bowed and saluted at the same time.
"If you don't come out again, your old den will be rebuilt." An illusory light and shadow fell on the pope's altar, and the light and shadow gradually stared at it, and the old man who was dying of old age reappeared in front of everyone.
The Pope looked at the old man opposite, "Old pedant, do you have to do this?"
Yes, the one whom Mirenda called the arcane king and who intimidated many strongmen of the Pope's Castle with a single blow was that old pedant on Tianhuo Avenue who just drank tea on the recliner every day.
The old pedant curled his lips, "You should be very clear about the rules of our Tianhuo Avenue. The jeweler is one of our 18 committee members. Knowing this, you still set a trap and attack him. This matter What are you going to say about it?"
The Pope looked at the old scholar with some doubts and said, "You old lunatic, I haven't seen you so active. Aren't you afraid of death? How dare you come here alone? You don't know that in the Holy City, I My strength will be greatly increased, even if the Eye of the Future comes here, it may not be able to do anything to me."
The old pedant smiled, "I didn't intend to do anything to you. Among the top ten masters, I ranked eighth, and you are sixth. You are worse than me. But there is one thing that you probably are not as good as me. In terms of destruction, ten Except for the two guys in the top two ranks among the masters, no one else can compare with me. Tell me, if you, St. Lance Cathedral, asked me to shoot a positron cannon, what would it look like? What about the scene?"
The Pope frowned, sighed, and said: "Okay, this matter is our fault. If it is not related to the Hell Demon Girl in the Dark Castle, do you think I am willing to provoke you? I will give you an explanation for this matter, you What do you think? You should already know that your people are not only fine. Michael’s battle angel is completely damaged, and he himself was seriously injured, and it will take at least a year to recover. You didn’t suffer much.”
The old pedant said domineeringly: "This has nothing to do with me. I only know that I am doing business with a jeweler this time, and the business was destroyed by you. I don't ask much. I want to make up for the loss we should get from this business. I will turn around." just go."
The Pope was stunned for a moment, and then said helplessly: "I know that you, an old lunatic, have nothing to gain. Well, here you are. This matter ends here."
As he spoke, he turned to Mirenda and nodded to him.
Mirenda frowned, and wanted to say something, but the Pope stopped him with his eyes.
The old pedant looked at the Pope with some doubts, "Old man, when did you become so talkative?"
The Pope's eyes turned cold, "Old lunatic, don't be a good boy when you get cheap. Get out of here as soon as possible. Don't think that I really can't do anything about you. If I fight to get rid of St. Lance Cathedral, then let me suffer At the price of serious injuries, with the strength of my Pope's Castle, it is not impossible to keep you here. At most, I can compromise with the Dark Castle on some things. You Skyfire Avenue may not be able to do anything to us."
The old pedant smiled, "Then try it!"
The pope is angry, this lunatic never knows what it means to go down the stairs. With an angry snort, he turned and walked towards the door. He was afraid that he really couldn't help but give an order.