In a seemingly dilapidated hotel in the southwest of Rome.

At this moment, a man in a white robe was sitting on a black chair, and above his head was a golden cross, which looked extremely holy in the light.

The presiding judge leaned back in his chair lazily, playing with his long silver hair and narrow gray eyes, staring at the man kneeling at the foot of the steps, as if looking at a dying animal.

The man trembled and handed a red envelope to the wise angel who stood beside the chief judge, and quickly looked at the ground, buried his head deep in his arm, and did not dare to look up at the king who was like a god.

"Judge Chief, you see it's the Win and Kill Organization. ”

As he spoke, the wise angel handed the envelope to the presiding judge, stood aside with his hands down, and looked at the indifferent eyes of the presiding judge, and the wise angel couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Taking the envelope and looking at the familiar red, the presiding judge waved his hand.

"Take him down. ”

Before he could finish speaking, the man in black was dragged down by the two ascetics, and he kept struggling, shouting: "Presiding judge! I have always been sincere to you, and I have been fulfilling the task you have given me! Please spare my life!"

Such a miserable cry could not cause the presiding judge to waver, he looked coldly at the man who had already peed his pants, smiled contemptuously, and still gave the order to kill.

"A spy can betray and win, or he can betray me, let alone a fool who is found by win. ”

With that, the presiding judge continued to focus on the envelope, and a hint of excitement grew in his eyes, and he opened the envelope, looking at the contents of it, and the fallen rose petals.

At this time, he gently picked up the petal and took a deep breath, he had not received such an envelope for a long time, only that enigmatic woman would send an envelope to himself.

Only she can excite herself and see her as an opponent.

Thinking of this, the presiding judge stood up, handed the letter to the wise angel, and said lightly: "Just do as they say." ”

Hearing this, the wise angel didn't dare to have any objections, nodded respectfully, and went down.

At this time, the presiding judge looked at the calm street outside the window, and faintly began to look forward to it, is that woman finally back?

Four years ago, after that big war, he never saw or heard from that woman again, and everyone said that this woman was news, silently.

But he felt that she must have found some secret, hid herself, and slowly digested the secret.

In the past, Win-Kill and Heresy were mortal enemies, and the two often fought each other, and that competitive woman must be recouped if she failed once.

With this in mind, the presiding judge took off his hood, revealed his face, and once again, sniffed deeply at the rose petals.

The face with typical European characteristics showed an intoxicated expression.

At the same time, in the dungeon.

In a burst of iron chains, Zhang Ou and Fu Lan gradually woke up, and Fu Lan was in pain and couldn't move, although these people helped him deal with his broken arm, but there was no follow-up care, and his situation was not cold.

Several ascetics came in from outside, and said a lot of words at the two men, but the two of them did not understand at all, so they could only shout loudly with all their might:

"You bitches, where is Mr. Gu!"

After those people finished talking to themselves, they didn't pay attention to the shouts of the two people at all, but roughly opened the handcuffs and shackles of the two people, and picked them up even more roughly.

This rude movement made the wounds of the two of them even more painful.

At this time, Fu Lan gave Zhang Ou a look, and limped with the ascetic monk in the dark corridor.

After a turn, Fu Lan suddenly gritted his teeth and slammed his head into the monk in front of him, and heard a thud, and the ascetic slammed into the corner of the wall with a muffled grunt.

Then, without waiting for the ascetic to react, Fu Lan came to the ground in the blink of an eye, and accurately pressed a dagger against his neck.

And the other ascetic, seeing such a scene, hurriedly wanted to help, and seeing this, Zhang Ou had already seen Fu Lan's actions, he also grabbed the ascetic, and then slammed into Fu Lan as fiercely.

A sharp whistling sound sounded in the darkness, and a silver arc cut through the air, coming towards Zhang Ou, and accurately pumped on Zhang Ou's back.

At this time, Zhang Ou originally wanted to rush over to support Fu Lan, but he didn't see that the whip had reached behind him, and he was knocked away as soon as he turned around, hitting the wall of stones.

"Zhang Ou!"

Looking at Zhang Ou who was moaning and curled up on the ground, Fu Lan roared angrily, and watched the woman raise her whip towards Zhang Ou.

"You really can't do it. ”

As he spoke, a cruel sneer appeared on the corner of the Angel's mouth, and he raised his whip high.

Seeing this, Fu Lan's eyes cracked, and he rushed towards the wise angel, and roared in despair: "Let go of him!

Because the wise angel didn't see Fu Lan in the dark, when he turned his head, Fu Lan had already grabbed her arm and opened his mouth to bite it hard.

"Damn bugs!"

Feeling the sharp pain in his arm, the wise angel slammed into a slam and threw Fu Lan out.

At this time, Fu Lan reluctantly got up from the ground, wiped the blood from his mouth, and a trace of pride flashed in his eyes.

At this time, the wise angel just nodded behind him and said coldly, "Dispose of the two of them." ”

Before he could finish speaking, four expressionless ascetics walked out behind him, two of whom rushed towards Fu Lan at great speed.

In the next second, Fu Lan had been choked by the neck by an ascetic, who was a head taller than Fu Lan and had infinite strength.

At this time, he ignored Fu Lan's kicks and punches to him, as if those were weak and weak tickles, he raised Fu Lan high, his eyes numb.

"Hahaha, you're naïve. ”

Looking at Fu Lan, who was picked up like garbage, and Zhang Ou, who was lying on the ground and moaning, the wise angel couldn't help but laugh, full of ridicule.

After a while, she suddenly stopped from laughing, and looked at the blood beads coming out of her arm, and her face gradually became cruel.

"The presiding judge just said that he would take you there, but he didn't say how he brought you, so it's better to ......."

As he spoke, the wise angel carried the whip and slowly walked to Zhang Ou in the corner, the clear sound of hungry footsteps, like the pointer of a time bomb.

"You...... You can't kill us without permission!"

At this time, Zhang Ou finally survived a fatal pain, tilted his head, and roared hoarsely.

Hearing this, the woman didn't look like she wanted to stop at all, and still walked towards Zhang Ou without hurry.

"If you are dead, who will know that I killed you?"

As she spoke, the woman raised her whip and pressed a button, and sharp blades emerged from the whip.

Her color turned cold, and she pumped towards Zhang Ou, and Fu Lan, who was controlled, was already blue at this time. The situation is in crisis.

A black object rushed out of the corridor on the other side, cutting off the Angel's whip directly, and all but the light above their heads were shattered, and there was darkness all around.

The wise angel was shocked and took a step back, looking at the corridor in the darkness with some disbelief, and said sharply:

"Who!"

At this moment, the sound of dragging chains sounded from the darkness, and the sound of heavy breathing was quiet and hungry, and it was very clear, and the sound of the chains was lighter and heavier.

Hearing this, the wise angel was stunned for a moment, and then, fear occupied her face, and she said urgently: "Come back, withdraw back!"

Those ascetics were also very frightened, leaving Fu Lan and Zhang Ou behind, and gathered around the wise angel.

At this time, Fu Lan was finally let go, lying on the ground and breathing heavily, Zhang Ou crawled over with difficulty, and the two of them leaned close together, looking at the endless darkness at the end of the corridor.

The sound was getting closer, and they could even smell the rancid smell that was gradually filling the air.

"Quick! Signal to the top! We've met Cassido!"

At this time, the wise angel no longer had the heart to care about Zhang Ou and Fu Lan, and when he saw the figure coming slowly, he almost screamed for the ascetic to send a signal.

Seeing such a strong wise angel like this, Zhang Ou and Fu Lan also really felt the huge fear.

"It's ......"

At this time, the swaying figure finally walked in, Zhang Ou and Fu Lan could even see that the person was a lame person, slightly hunched at the waist, looking very thin, with iron chains tied to his body, and some of them hung on the ground.

And in the hands of such a thin man, there was a man who was dragged by the feet of a man who, like a lump of meat, was dragged behind him, leaving a stinky blood stain on the ground.

Then, at last, the man came within range of the light and smiled at the crowd.

"Ah!!!h

The moment she saw that face, the wise angel screamed, she protected the long whip in front of her, beat her spirit, and stammered:

"Card ...... Cassido, we are heretics, you ...... You have nothing to do with us, it's better not to hurt us, or else!"

Hearing the sound, there was no expression on that terrifying face, and the cloudy and dull eyes were glowing with an inorganic cold light.

"Hey...... Hey hey ......"

The monster opened its mouth and watched the Angel of Wisdom laugh strangely, the laughter was extremely hoarse, as if squeezed out of the lung tube, and the foul saliva ran down the corners of the mouth.

Tick-tock, tick-tock fell to the floor.

Despite the threat of the Angel of Wisdom, the monster took a step forward and walked towards the Angel step by step.

Seeing this, the wise angel no longer had the fighting spirit, and she quickly retreated backwards.

At this moment, the monster suddenly accelerated strangely, and the chains suddenly came to life, pushing him forward.

"Get out of here!"

At this moment, the angel of wisdom screamed, and whipped his whip towards the monster.

There was another deafening metal collision, and the whip of the Angel of Wisdom was knocked open again, and this time Zhang Ou and Fu Lan saw clearly which monster broke the whip with a strong swing of the chain.

Seeing this, the wise angel was already obviously flustered, she looked at the approaching monster, swung her whip again, and the ascetic beside her also took out a black bayonet, which forced the monster to stop under the light, and behind him was the body of an ascetic, who had been scraped to a bloody blur.

Now, that monster is only 2 meters away from Zhang Ou and Hungry Fulan, and they finally see the appearance of the monster clearly, and it is really not too much to call him a monster.

"Heavenly ......"

This is, Zhang Ou couldn't help but exclaim.

The monster heard the noise, its nose twitched, and its ears moved flexibly, as if it was looking for the location of the sound.

Seeing this, Fu Lan covered Zhang Ou's mouth and his own mouth, and he judged that this monster had no vision, and relied on smell and hearing to complete its positioning.

The monster whined and shook its nose in their direction.