"What?" Amor rubbed his ears as if he had misheard, and said in surprise, "It's not easy for you to joke!

However, before Amor finished speaking, Lu Zhuo smiled again: "It's not a joke, I mean that this time I came to Italy to destroy the church in Western Europe, this time I will take the church in front of me first." ”

"You ??? this" Amor looked like a lightning strike, his body staggered, and he almost lost his footing and fell.

He never thought that the person who wanted to be a big man in Amor just now would be millions of dollars as soon as he made a move, but Amor never thought that this person was here to destroy the church!

Just as Amor looked flustered, the two fully armored guards at the door had already drawn their swords and strode towards Lu Zhuo.

Whoever insults the Lord and his servant must die!

These guards are all leaders in the church, and they usually stand guard at the door in shifts, and their strength is very strong.

"Blasphemer, die!"

The two guards jumped high with their long swords in their hands, and a sound sounded from the armor on their bodies, and the two of them slashed towards Lu Zhuo's head from two directions.

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that if it is slashed by these two swords, it will become four in an instant!

But Lu Zhuo is not an ordinary person!

Whoosh!

Lu Zhuo just casually popped out two fingers, and the two cyclones shot out faster than bullets, directly piercing the foreheads of the two cultist guards.

Click!

The weak bodies of the two also fell from the sky, and their eyes widened before they died, and they both looked incredulous before they died.

"Mole ants also dare to compete with Haoyue?" Lu Zhuo said disdainfully with the corners of his mouth raised.

In front of Lu Zhuo, these people in front of him were all ants, and many Roman citizens nearby were shocked when they saw this scene, and some of them immediately went to the police.

After Lu Zhuo killed the two disciples at the door, he directly took his hands and calmly walked into the Florence Cathedral.

"It's over," Amor slumped to the ground, his eyes blank and dull.

Next to him are Roman citizens, and he led Lu Zhuo to this Florence Cathedral, no matter whether Lu Zhuo wins or loses, he will not escape death.

"You can't take this money!"

Heaven and hell for a while, Amor's current situation can be said to be this sentence, I'm afraid the group of colleagues at the airport didn't expect that they were extremely envious of Amor, and they regretted it to the bottom of their bowels at the moment.

In the Florence Cathedral, Bishop Fang Zhouji is in a meeting with other high-ranking members of the church.

Fang Zhouji was a white-haired old man, wearing a purple bishop's robe, wearing a huge power ring and bishop's hat, his expression was extremely majestic, and at this moment Fang Zhouji was lightly tapping the table with his right hand as if he was thinking about something.

"What do you think of this inexplicable black fog?" asked Fang Zhouji.

Below are some of the Bishops and High Priests of the Florentine Church, all of whom are also frowning slightly.

"There are disciples on the coastline who have captured the life of the black mist, and their physical bodies are very strong, but they have not achieved any magical achievements, and they have killed several careless grandmasters by fighting with their physical bodies, and they were finally captured by other grandmasters. A priest flipped through the recent information, frowned, and said, "But this is just a black mist race, he claims to be a native of the Wasteland Sun Kingdom, we call him the Wasteland, this Wasteland has already been said that he has escorted Florence, and he should be able to arrive later." ”

Fang Zhouji nodded when he heard this, but said, "Has the news leaked?"

"No, don't worry, Your Excellency," said the priest, who spoke, patting his chest.

This made Fang Zhouji breathe a sigh of relief.

For this otherworldly continent suddenly descended on the earth, many people did not dare to move, but there is a saying that supports the bold and starve to the faint-hearted, and now the Florentine church has organized a group of people to explore near the black fog, but they didn't expect to catch a person who escaped from the black fog.

The meaning of this desolate is not only a person, but also represents the cognition of the world in the black fog, if such a person is given to the headquarters, then they have nothing to do.

"This time the heavens descended on the continent and the earth, there must be a lot of chance!" Fang Zhouji was in high spirits, and said loudly: "Thousands of years ago, my Florence Cathedral was originally the first church to dominate the church in Western Europe, but it later declined and was exploited by others.

Fang Zhouji's words made the bishops and priests below stir their hearts for a while, if they can really rule the church in Western Europe, it means greater power, and they will also gain a lot of benefits.

At this moment, there was a rapid knock at the door, as if something urgent had been encountered.

"What's the situation? Fang Zhouji originally wanted to continue to brainwash everyone, but as soon as the words reached his mouth, he was immediately knocked back by this knock on the door.

When a priest went over and opened the door, an ordinary believer immediately ran in, and as soon as he slipped away, he came to the side of Bishop Fang Zhouji, and almost roared:

"Bishop, apostates are coming in from outside!"

"What?!" Hearing this, Fang Zhouji immediately stood up, his expression changed, and he said coldly: "Which person who has eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard dares to attack me Florence?!

It was the first time that Fang Zhouji had heard that someone dared to attack the Cathedral of Florence, whether he lost or not, this face was lost!

"Take my scepter!" Fang Zhouji's face was cold, and he shouted, "I'll meet this apostatist!"

Someone was just about to take Fang Zhouji's scepter hard, when suddenly a young man's voice came from outside the door.

"Don't bother the Bishop, I'm coming. ”

Immediately after that, a black-robed young man walked in from the door, and behind the black-robed young man, followed by dozens of Templars, but no one dared to make a move against this black-robed young man!

Because this black-robed boy killed hundreds of Templars with just one move!

Like a slaughtered chicken and a dog!

"You are Huaguo Lu Zhuo?!!" As soon as Fang Zhouji saw Lu Zhuo's face, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in horror.

The name of Lu Zhuo of Huaguo, how could this group of bishops in Western Europe not know?

Like Father Andrew and others, they are intoxicated with martial arts, so they don't care much about the position of bishop, but their strength is stronger than many bishops, and even comparable to cardinals, but they were still killed by this Huaguo Lu Zhuo.

How could Fang Zhouji not be afraid?

"It's me. Lu Zhuo directly found a place in the conference room and sat down, on both sides were the bishops and priests of the Cathedral of Florence, they watched Lu Zhuo sit down, they didn't dare to run, let alone fight.

"Your Excellency came to me, why did you have to do it?" Fang Zhouji had no idea of resisting, and Fang Zhouji, who was still invincible just now, bowed his head at this moment and said, "As long as Your Excellency has a request, I will do my best to do it!"

"You're kind of sensible. Lu Zhuo nodded, poured himself a cup of tea without seeing it, and asked without raising his head: "I need to know where the headquarters of the Imperial Religious Knights is?"

As soon as he heard this, Fang Zhouji's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "In Madrid, the western country, I don't know where Madrid is." ”

Almost when Lu Zhuo asked this question, Fang Zhouji immediately thought that Lu Zhuo was going to settle accounts with the group of people in the headquarters, and for this kind of thing, Fang Zhouji could say that he couldn't ask for it.

After getting the purpose, Lu Zhuo got up, glanced around, and said lightly: "Who has been to Huaguo?"

Almost as soon as Lu Zhuo's questioning ended, everyone, including Fang Zhouji, looked at a bishop with a somewhat shocked expression.

"You have to die before anyone else can live. Lu Zhuo stretched out a finger and nodded at him, and smiled slightly.

After finishing speaking, Lu Zhuo turned around and left, adding at the end, "The tea is a little weak, and the craftsmanship is not enough." ”

When Lu Zhuo walked out of the Florence Cathedral, a miserable cry came from behind him, and the bishop who had been to China just now had been killed by others.

Hearing this, the sneer on Lu Zhuo's face became even happier.

(End of chapter)