Why don't you let us in, Nordic brutes who can't die well, Fuck!"

A tall, thin young man in a sweater hid in the corner, intoxicated and intoxicated, fluttering like a fairy, while whispering angrily: "Slut, slut! Use our land, but don't let us in, Nordic barbarian, waste!"

His long life as an addict had distorted his brain a little, and he had developed a deep resistance to the slight mental pollution of the Eye of Destruction, which was basically harmless.

All he feared was the worm parasites on the road.

He had seen a companion who was sucking on a 'baby' being pounced on by a worm parasite crawling up the sewer, and after a bit of bite, the companion was bitten alive!

Therefore, he was already full of fear of London, and after coming here in a panic, he could only keep sucking 'baby' to relieve his fear.

Because of the negative effects of 'baby', he is now becoming more and more irritable, and coupled with the influence of the Eye of Destruction on him, he now hates the missionaries of the Thunder Church inside to the core, and wants to devour them alive.

The addicts who were with him nodded their heads in agreement, and for a moment everyone became bitter.

In the corner, a gangster saw the addicts gathered, sneered, strode forward, showed the gun at his waist, and mocked: "I have a gun, do you want to go and shoot that Nordic barbarian?"

Although he was also very dissatisfied with the arrangement of the Thunder Church, his mind was normal, and he knew that the Thunder Church was the guarantee of their safety at present.

Now they only have to deal with worm parasites coming from all directions, and they don't need to deal with any other crises.

But if the Thunder Church falls, then they will face more than just worm parasites.

The reason why this gangster stood up was simply because he couldn't get used to the mouths of these addicts.

If you really dare to call yourself capable, and you don't dare to do anything here, what are you pretending to do?

This is the kind of person that gangsters look down on the most.

"Guns?!"

"Ahh

"Zipman, forget it. ”

The faces of the surrounding addicts changed dramatically when they saw the gun, they really sucked their heads just now, and they would never dare to let them do it.

The gangsters sneered contemptuously and were about to turn away, when the addict named Chipman suddenly felt as if he had lost face, and immediately shouted, "Give it to me, I'll go!"

"Huh?"

The gangster slowly turned around, looked at Chipman viciously, and said coldly: "Have you figured it out, bastard? If you dare to lie to me, I'll chop up your fingers little by little and feed them to the dogs!"

"I, Chipman, have said nothing about the south of the city, you can just go and ask!"

Chipman took another puff of 'baby', and with a bit of confusion, stepped forward to take the gangster's gun and strode towards the church.

Looking at Chipman's figure, the addicts couldn't believe it, and cheered a little among themselves, and the gangsters didn't expect Chipman to actually take his gun and go to the church.

'He's not really going to shoot the Thunder Church missionaries, is he?'

A flash of regret suddenly rose in the hearts of the gangsters: 'No... No way, even if this bastard wanted to assassinate the missionary, someone would stop him, but the police at the London Metropolitan Police were in the neighborhood to maintain order... No, no problem. ’

......

As a missionary of the Thunder Church, Ayton tried to do everything he could, doing his best to save the civilians of London.

An invisible barrier of thunder is constantly expanding, with the Church of Thunder as the center, and it seems to be expanding towards the whole of London step by step.

In the Thunder Barrier, all the monsters vanished, the Worm Parasite twitched for a while and then stopped moving, the Worm wailed to death, and the gaze of the Eyes of Destruction was blocked by the Thunder Barrier.

This is not the credit of Ayton, who knows that it is the great Thunder Lord who wields his might, transmitting energy through crystal balls to protect the city of London.

Everyone called him a missionary, and Ayton didn't refute it, as if he acquiesced to the title, but in fact, Ayton's real identity was that the Thunder Church was one of the nine bishops.

Ayton clenched the crystal ball in his hand, took a deep breath, looked at the complicated scene around him, and sighed slightly.

He never imagined that he would one day become the last savior of the city.

At the beginning, he was still terrified under the ravages of Jörmungard and Fenrir, searching the Internet for the safest places in the world, wanting to immigrate to Australia, but he didn't expect that he would be so calm in the face of extraordinary events.

"His Royal Highness St. Ayton, a commoner broke in, claiming to be Chipman, and said that he knew some important news concerning London. ”

A true missionary from Denmark who had followed Ayton hurried over and whispered to Ayton, "He's acting a little crazy, and I suspect he seems to have smoked some... Also, he hasn't allowed us to be searched, he's been rolling around, and I suggest you don't see him anymore. ”

"Whatever his status, he is a member of the Lordship, and we cannot deny him because of his peculiarity, nor because he has the potential to cause terrible situations. ”

Ayton smiled lightly and spoke to the missionary about one of the purposes of the Thunder Church.

One thing to say, Ayton didn't really want to see an addict, but the doctrine was so, and Ayton also wanted to know what the addict was talking about: "Let him in, I believe in your presence, I won't be in any danger." ”

"Yes, Your Highness St. Ayton. ”

The missionary bowed, and it didn't seem to him a big deal: what threat could an addict have? He might not be able to beat an ordinary person, how could he threaten the safety of His Highness Ayton?

Firearms?

If an addict really has the money to buy any guns, then it only means that he is not an addict.

After a while, Chipman walked in from outside the church, trembling and looking nervous.

"What do you want to tell me, Mr. Chipman?" said Ayton with a pleasant face.

"There's... Yes..."

Under the gaze of dozens of eyes, Chipman had completely forgotten the purpose of his trip, trembling with fright, and was about to give it all out, when his spirit was suddenly touched, and it seemed that an invisible dotted line began to control his thoughts.

Chipman's expression began to darken, he quickly raised his pistol, fired three shots at Ayton, and roared hideously: "Of course I let you die, Norse barbarian!"

The massive impact of the gun hit Ayton's torso, and Ayton's center of gravity shifted back, and the crystal ball in his hand was grazed by the bullet and began to fall towards the ground.

"Click..."

The crystal ball shattered into a mass of splinters.

And the next moment, the pale blue thunder barrier that had already enveloped half of London suddenly disappeared!