When the premonition appeared, Gu Qingshan immediately became alert.
Powerful practitioners have some kind of spiritual awareness in the dark. If they suddenly sense something, they must have glimpsed or sensed the gap in fate, and it will usually come true later.
In general, premonitions are rare.
Coincidentally, this time Gu Qingshan had a premonition at the same time as the Pope.
Gu Qingshan thought about it for a while, and suddenly said: "After we go in, when the banquet is over and the dance begins, you should leave immediately and go back to the embassy."
Several people looked at him puzzled.
The ambassador said in a deep voice, "Is there any danger?"
"Not necessarily, but you'd better go home first."
Gu Qing Shan said: "Goddess of Justice."
"I am here."
"The plan has changed. I ask you to arrange a fast shuttle at the embassy, and send the ambassador away as soon as they arrive."
"It will be arranged soon."
Gu Qingshan looked at the ambassador and said: "Sorry, please move faster in a while."
The ambassador nodded thoughtfully.
This agent was able to talk directly to the Goddess of Justice. Presumably this time the mission was very important, and his personal authority was temporarily increased by a large margin by the Goddess of Justice.
The ambassador said: "You should also take care. If the situation is too difficult, don't force it. I will testify to you when I return to the Freedom Federation."
Gu Qingshan looked at him unexpectedly, and smiled; "Okay."
At this time, the speed of the car gradually slowed down, because the other vehicles in front slowed down.
what happened up front
Gu Qingshan released his divine sense, and it continued to extend outward until it reached the pass.
Layer upon layer of crusaders tightly surrounded an open space.
A tall ascetic monk in white robes stood in the field, looking at several professionals who were tightly bound.
He looked at several professionals one by one, and then said: "Now you have two options, one is to be thrown into the cell immediately and wait to receive various punishments; the other is to compete with me."
He suddenly showed a decent and gentle smile, and said softly: "If you beat me, I will order you to be released."
"What you said is true?" the professionals asked hesitantly.
"The saints never lie, you should know that."
Although he had a smile and a gentle tone, the saint looked at them with cold and heartless eyes, as if he was looking at a living creature in a slaughterhouse cage.
A few professionals look at me and I look at you, and they can't help but be moved.
"Then we will discuss with you."
"Very good, untie."
"When you're ready, you can go."
Five or six professionals moved their bodies a little bit, gesticulating with each other in tactical cooperation, and launched a violent and frantic attack.
The white-robed saint stood on the spot, folded his arms, and let all kinds of attacks fall on him.
His robe had been smashed into pieces long ago, so he could only bear the naked upper body, and endured various attacks such as frost, flames, knives, axes, and guns.
After counting interest.
"Die!"
"Die to me!"
"Why aren't you dead!?"
Among the besiegers, some people have already brought on a crying voice.
Because there is not even a trace of scar on the body of the white-robed saint.
In the layers of attacks, several professionals were inexplicably seriously injured and fell down one by one.
The white-robed saint looked at the seriously injured people on the ground, regardless of the fact that he was still under attack, he walked up a few steps, one foot at a time, and stomped the seriously injured people's necks.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking carefully at the lifeless bodies, as if observing his own masterpiece.
He nodded in satisfaction.
"Monster, monster!"
A professional who was still alive almost collapsed.
The white-robed saint looked at him and said, "Using a weapon against me is a blasphemy against the spokesperson of the gods in the world. You need to use death to atone for your sins."
There was a deep malice in the cold tone, and under his feet, there was a pattern that continuously emitted holy light.
Gu Qingshan scanned it with his spiritual sense, and immediately recognized the meaning of this pattern.
This is a mysterious skill that belongs exclusively to the Holy Cult, Atonement.
In the face of the natural skill "Atonement", any attacker will receive 200% damage back.
The saints who have "atonement" will not suffer any harm.
Shengjiao's methods have always been cruel and inhumane, but all professionals have to admit that Shengjiao's natural selection skills are so powerful that they are perverted.
Historically, the Holy Cult has always been attached to the royal family of the Holy Kingdom.
The royal family of the Holy Kingdom provides the chosen awakening potion for the seeds of the Holy Cult, while the Holy Cult protects the royal family and is responsible for guarding the Holy Kingdom.
To this day, the royal family has been slaughtered by the Holy Church, leaving only Anna alone.
A burly man grabbed a long-handled battle axe, bursting out layers of homing power from his body, and rushed straight towards the saint.
"Behead!"
The big man let out a yell, and with a whistling sound, the battle ax slashed at the saint with all his might.
Faced with such a ferocious attack, the saint still folded his arms, not even bothering to block it.
"Axe? Junk weapon." He said disdainfully.
There was only a muffled sound of "bang", the dull sound of the sharp tomahawk slashing at him—like something hitting thick rubber.
The white-robed saint stood there unharmed.
He actually blocked the opponent's full attack with only his flesh and blood.
This is simply unbelievable.
"impossible!"
The big man cried out, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
The saint in white robe stretched out his big palm-like hand and grabbed the big man's neck.
"Not even scratching an itch, you're disappointing me."
He said lightly, with a sudden force on his hand.
Just hearing a "click", the neck of the bald man presented a strange angle.
The bald man suddenly lost his life.
"The sparring is over."
The white-robed saint threw the corpse on the ground, saying quite boringly.
Several crusaders hurriedly carried a large bathtub to him.
One person fell on the ground, the second person bowed his back, and the third person half-kneeled.
They formed a human-shaped staircase.
The saint in white robe stepped on the three of them, leaving only a few bloody footprints.
The saint enters the tub.
A few minutes later, the saint reappeared in front of everyone wearing a brand new penance white robe.
"My lord, do you want to bring this one back for interrogation?" a Crusader officer asked.
There was still a seriously injured professional on the ground. He was like a dying fish, still opening his mouth wide and struggling to breathe.
"No need, it's just scum, shoot on the spot." He said coldly.
"yes!"
Several random gunshots sounded.
The saint ordered lightly: "Don't let your guard down, and continue to eliminate suspicious people."
"To ensure the smooth progress of today's dinner."
"Yes, my lord!"
Gu Qingshan withdrew his divine thoughts and meditated silently.
One of the Seven Saints of the Holy Cult, Penance of Penance, Ivan.
This is a cruel and dangerous character who likes to kill in the name of fighting.
Ivan's current strength is equivalent to that of a monk at the early stage of Jindan. Fortunately, he does not know how to cultivate spiritual power, otherwise, his strength can be on par with Nascent Soul!
In the entire Holy Church, apart from the Pope, several saints are the highest combat power.
This time when Gu Qingshan came to the Holy Kingdom, the only thing he was worried about was the Pope and the saints.
Gu Qingshan squeezed a breath-holding formula.
In the next second, the faint aura on his body was completely suppressed.
From the outside, he can't see the depth of him at all.
Soon, the embassy car slowly stopped.
The ambassador opened the car door and stepped out to check the situation ahead.
On the road outside, there were already more than a dozen cars participating in the banquet parked in place.