Edward coldly looked at the brilliance in all directions, the Cardinal of the middle rank of Yama personally took action, and the surrounding void was collapsing. Really let his target realize what it means to be like a sea of grace and mighty like a prison.
The prisons composed of holy lights approached the center from all directions, and the only way out was directly above. However, a figure appeared there.
I don't even know when he got up. He was wearing a black robe with gold trim, holding a Bible in his hand. He was not tall, only 1.56 meters. But, that's an old man.
He is older than the two bishops, with a beard that hangs on his chest like a cloud, a crown-shaped cap on his head, and a cross on his chest. He stood there, like a mountain and a mountain, insurmountable.
The brilliance is getting hotter and hotter, and even Edward's beard and hair are ignited, and a golden fire glows. He didn't panic, and quickly judged the situation in his mind.
It has now been a week since Matthew died, and he had already imagined all the situations during this period of calm. Of course, including what to do when encountering a high-ranking bishop. According to his script, the time to persuade the other party to leave... no more than seven minutes!
Just as the cages in all directions are about to close. Edward suddenly said, "Do you want missionary rights in China?"
Card!
The light prison paused, and then collapsed with a bang.
The eyes of the three priests at the scene ranged from stunned, to surprised, to absent-minded, to flame-like. Such complex emotions did not last more than a second.
Sure enough... the information he had collected beforehand was correct... The hands behind him were clenched lightly. On the surface, he took a step calmly, with yin ripples under his feet, and slowly walked to the top of the Freemasonry Church.
Sand… The white light gathered around him to form the figure of Fernango. As if nothing had happened just now, he raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean?"
In the air, it seems that the sound of the second hand Kaka passing by can be heard. Boom—at the end of their field of vision, holy light and yin qi interweave into a boiling curtain of light. The four people in the shining land were all slender, but no one glanced at them.
It's time to be bold!
Edward's thoughts were very clear at the moment, even though his heart had been quietly accelerating, he still said calmly: "Literally."
"Who are you?" As if his eyes and ears were blocked, Cardinal Fernango was the first to speak in the brilliance that illuminated half of the city.
This sentence does not ask about specific identity, but implies that what you said in the underworld of China can be counted
Before he finished speaking, a golden light flashed across the sky.
destiny!
This pen, which is famous in the three worlds, made Fenango's pupils shrink in an instant. He knew very well that the person holding this pen... as if I were here in person!
"My lord is above..." He put his hands together, bowed respectfully, and when he straightened up, his face was solemn: "I think we can continue talking."
There are six minutes left... The time when the battlefield entered the white-hot period was unimaginable. Brando of the middle level of Yama, the Holy See must show his cards as soon as possible if he wants to stop him.
And the moment when the two sides handed over the cards, was the youth he was waiting for.
Quick fight... Edward pursed his lips and said directly: "I don't have much time. So, I hope you have the courage."
Fernango narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not speak immediately.
Edward didn't care at all and continued to say: "Your religion has never had missionary rights in the Huaguo area, and the Huaguo area has never had any bishops. The so-called bishops are not recognized by the Vatican. Among them, the government is not willing to , and you have your own difficulties."
"But I can guarantee that as long as the next thing is promised, Yangjian will open up the missionary rights to you, although, it may only be part of it."
Although Fernango didn't answer Edward's words that he didn't have much time, but now, he spoke fast and his thoughts were equally clear: "Part? Part is not worth our investment in so many paladins and exorcists. And this dispute, presumably You also provoked it, right?"
Edward immediately said: "The dispute has already emerged and cannot be resolved. Even if you are here now. If that's the case, why not consider a perfect solution?"
"Also, this so-called part... Think about it for yourself, how many people are there in Hua Guoyang?"
His voice was like a demon's whisper, low and seductive: "A market of one billion people, I think it's worth weighing."
Dead silence.
Boom... In the direction of St. Peter's Church, a curtain of light exploded again. The strong wind even blew to this place. The four people's clothes were fluttering wildly, but still no one looked at them.
Four-and-a-half minutes... The sound of the clack clack of the second hand seemed to be walking in his ears, Edward's fist clenched silently, suppressing the roaring tide in his heart again and again.
Half a minute later, Fernango said, "What are you going to do?"
Edward's eyes were cold and his tone was firm: "I want Brando's head!"
Everyone's eyes flashed, and Fernango hesitated, but finally did not speak.
The air fell into a dead silence. The three bishops kept exchanging glances. After a full minute, Fernango sighed lightly: "It's a pity that those devout believers are gone."
Edward's eyes opened slightly, and his heart accelerated rapidly. Before he could speak, the two bishops immediately said, "My lord! But..."
"No but." Fernango's figure slowly faded, and the golden feathers of Huawei disappeared into the air: "This is my decision, and I will bear the result. Sembunavic, Midorankov, you are responsible for and this The adults get the contact information and take care of the aftermath."
"Sir..." Sembunavic's voice was shaking: "That's thousands of lives!"
"But they can exchange hundreds of millions of believers!!" Fernango's voice suddenly rose, and the surrounding space was shaking: "We have dedicated everything to the Lord, and with more believers, there will be more demon hunters. People! Can't you tell which one is more important!?"
"We can lose a battle, even a holy war! However, we can't let go of the newly opened door! Especially in a country with the largest population density like China!"
"Even if the Pope is here, he will still have a choice with me!"
His voice completely disappeared. The two bishops gave Edward a cold look and gritted their teeth: "What are we going to do?"
"Don't do anything. Don't stop me. Otherwise... I will hold your souls with my own hands!" Edward said these words between his teeth, and threw a note to the other party with the phone number of his world. Immediately after that, he closed his eyes, and on his fingers, more than a dozen blue silk threads stretched out, fully feeling the movements of Hundred Ghosts Night Walk.
From learning that the Holy See and the wolves were present, he had the rudiment of the plan.
These are two undead forces, even if Brando paid the price to keep the Holy See from participating, but... it does not mean that a war cannot be started. And once the battle starts near St. Peter's Basilica, this is his only chance!
Only one chance.
A feud, a blood feud, this kind of war... He knows very well that as long as there is no mediation at the first time, then... the next step is a full-scale war!
In the ocean of holy light and yin qi, who would notice the moonlit butterfly, Bai Gui Twelve
As long as he rushes into the restricted area of St. Peter's Basilica and changes his body shape at the most important moment, he... has the opportunity to single-handedly attack St. Peter's Basilica!
The only concern is Brando.
In the face of this presence, the opportunity is fleeting. Therefore, he will use the fastest speed to solve all other uncertain factors, and focus on the battlefield, waiting for the "moment" that is hidden somewhere.
The heart was slowly immersed, and in his consciousness, the scene had been fully presented through the eyes of Baigui Twelve.
Bloody meat grinder.
Hundreds of werewolves rushed towards demon hunters, clerics, and even if the Paladins formed an indestructible line of defense, they could not stop these nimble monsters from jumping down from walls and high buildings, tearing each demon hunter to pieces. .
All the Paladins’ feet were shining with golden light, and the lines of ancient texts rhythmically moved in the halo. It was obviously an extremely advanced battle formation. However, it could not stop the massacre of Brando ahead.
The ground is already full of bloody colors, some human and some werewolves, mixed together. However, this color is only in front of Brando, and no one can break through Brando's defense.
"Wait..." he murmured inaudibly, "Wait for the moment when he relaxes...or...the moment when the paladin hands over his cards, enough to cause him a moment of preoccupation..."
At that time, it was the opportunity for him to attack St. Peter's Basilica!
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"Ouch!!" At the front entrance of St. Peter's Cathedral, Brando roared up to the sky, and all the wolves around roared after him. The wolves roared at the moon, making this place gloomy like hell.
The screaming has not ended, he has already rushed into the crowd like a whirlwind, blood splashes all over in an instant, and no one can survive under the sharp teeth.
His eyes were red, and there were hundreds of werewolves lying down behind him. No one could stop the battle until now. The blood feud for hundreds of years is now full of bloody excitement, and no one stopped it at first, just like a train that started. Not stopped by foreign objects at all.
Following him were the werewolves that were like the tides bursting. They bit and roared frantically. Taking the crack torn by Brando as an entry point, they rushed into the crowd like mercury pouring down. Every minute and every second, I don't know how many witchers fell to the ground screaming.
Just at the top of St. Peter's Basilica, there is a faint flow of brilliance. It was a vampire, a hundred ghosts and twelve. Even if the battle situation is now intertwined, and both sides tried their best to harvest the opponent's life as much as possible, he still did not move.
Because, he could feel that Brando's huge consciousness did not leave the cathedral at all.
If you think this is an opportunity, whoever dares to rush up will be attacked by this werewolf who is approaching the middle level of Yan Luo within a second.
Wait…
Continue to wait.
Don't be impatient and wait for the moment that comes in a flash, but decides everything.
Brando descended like a demon, and right in front of him, a demon hunter team bore the brunt, and the captain gritted his teeth and shouted: "Get out! Get out of this demon!!"
However, it was too late.
With a hideous smile, Brando grabbed his claws, and the air crackled sharply. It was really lightning fast, but at this moment, he suddenly retracted his hand, raised his eyebrows and looked to the other side.
On one side, Knight Captain Udyr held a long sword, his radiant armor was dimmed, his face was bloodstained, and he stood there panting.
"Heh..." Facing Brando, who was more than five meters tall, Udyr looked like a child. Brando swept his tail, turned gracefully, and sneered: "Look, look."
"Who is this?"
The head on the left laughed with an aria: "Isn't this the paladin captain who claims to be bringing this duke to justice?"
The head on the right has extremely rich facial expressions, lamenting: "Then how could he do this? What should we do with him?"
The three heads seemed to communicate for a second, and then, six bloody flames ignited in their eye sockets, and suddenly roared at Udyr, the wind raged: "This Duke has decided to sentence you to death."
"Never reincarnated!!"
boom! The surrounding sky seemed to be collapsing, and Brando hated the person who took the lead in provoking the war between the two sides. But these three giant mouths have not fallen, Udyr actually surged with a true energy that is not inferior to him! The whole person is shrouded in the vast holy light.
"Damn... it's you!!"
Card! The broken sword was inserted into the soil, he stretched out his arms and roared: "Andrina!!"
"what are you waiting for!!"