Chapter 287: The Times Have Begun

The night sky is dotted with stars, the cool breeze is accompanied by a quiet atmosphere, and the weather over the city of Athens is surprisingly good, and you can always see the clear nebula here at any time and from anywhere.

Compared with the wide bathing center on the arena, the expanse of the Sanctuary is like a country's palace, with its gorgeous carved jade carvings, tall and tall jade pillars, bright starlight pendants, and golden stone steps, all of which are incompatible with the simple style implemented in the previous Sanctuary, and are even more contrary.

However, the architectural style is more rugged than before, but it is magnificent, although the area is large, it is much more atmospheric, and the interior, although exquisite, is more noble and sacred. In short, people rely on clothes and horses and saddles.

In the thick mist, the Pope lay lazily in the bath, enjoying this moment of tranquility with his eyes closed. The sound of gentle footsteps came from the vast mist, but before the person arrived, there was a burst of fragrance, the white gauze skirt dragged off the ground, the crystal pearl-like toes gently caressed the floor, and the clear water droplets slipped from the shoulders of the ice muscle and jade bones; with the shaking of the body, the silver hair rubbed left and right from the front of the congealed skin, the broken hair in front of the head covered the lake as clear, the light blue deep eyes, the blinking light, as if the bright stars in the night sky.

"Yuri, my darling, you're here. The Pope, who was lying in the pool, said lazily, but there was a calm strength in the soft timbre.

Yuri swayed his body, wrapped himself into the man's arms, and said softly, "My lord, the one from the Five Old Peaks has made a move, and with a thunderous blow, the foundation of several years has been wiped out, except for the Sanctuary Branch of the Lost Island, of course. ”

"It's not time to tear their faces yet, and no one wants such a showdown so soon. "The Pope will hold the little mischievous in his arms, as if nothing happened.

"Xiang'an has been quiet for more than ten years, and he suddenly did this, and it is estimated that "Divine Transformation" is going bankrupt. Yuri said as he tilted his head into the man's arms, shook his head and found a more comfortable position.

"No, this is just the beginning, he won't let me see the process, there are some secrets he knows. The Pope narrowed his eyes, he had already received the news of the Taoist lineage of Wulao Peak, and expelled his eldest disciple Wang Hu from the sect, but Wang Hu set up another door, which was for the Yin and Yang family. As a mere outcast and a lost dog, he dared to provoke the entire sub-force of the Sanctuary in the Lost Island, although the timing was very accurate, but the Lost Island without Abrody was not a soft persimmon for anyone to pinch around, and the energy that erupted from Wang Hu's actions was worth playing.

"And what do we need to do?" Yuri said, rubbing the man's chest.

"Old man, this is testing our bottom line. The Pope gently stroked Yuri's hair and said softly, "I heard that you have a sword for me." ”

"The Ghost Saint Seiya is actually a suffocating blade. Yuri smiled knowingly.

"The old man's hand has reached out to Southeast Asia, you go and make some trouble for him, Yingluck Silva in the south, Jinhui in the north, and our old friend, His Excellency Osama Nate Ratlan, former Chief of Staff of the Pope's Palace, this old guy is more playful, and he has played himself as a terrorist, and now he can take a curtain call. The Pope squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"By the way, for nearly a thousand years, Athena's Saint Seiya has always been an important part of the Sanctuary, maintaining the security of the world and the stability of human life, but now, there are people among the Saint Seiya who openly oppose the dominance of the Sanctuary and challenge the order of the earth's domination under the "civilization of the gods", which has broken the meaning of the existence of the Sanctuary for thousands of years, and this day is about to change. Yuri's big hat was put up one by one, but what she was stating was also the truth. She suddenly raised her head, stood up from the Pope's arms, in the haze of mist, water droplets left from the delicate ketone body, she looked at the man in front of her with blazing eyes, and said softly, "One era is about to end, and another is about to begin." ”

The Pope smiled lightly, "No one can escape the sanctions of the Holy Domain, I have already sent someone to Fairy Island to declare justice, the human world belongs to human beings after all, and no one can stop it, even if it is ...... God!"

The man's eyes narrowed into a slit, as if he saw the ultimate future of mankind through the spring light in front of him.

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The sky is full of snowflakes, the ground is dotted with "plum blossoms", a piece of snow white, a few points of red, it can be seen from what Arrow does that this old guy is a person who plans and then acts, to put it bluntly, he is an old vampire who thinks about it.

This kind of person is easy to deal with, and the position of an underworld elder gives him a decent step. , and the other side of Alice, don't underestimate their weakness, but they have some firm beliefs, supporting the meaning of their life, but they are bound to their lives, you see, as long as Jasper's life threatens Alice, this female vampire will accept her fate.

But there are uncertainties in many things, plans often can't catch up with changes, Dismask guessed half right, the Alice Cullen family compromised, maybe sheep are always sheep, and wolves are wolves after all, even if it has its tail between its legs.

may have touched Arrow's bottom line, this usually polite old vampire actually has such a tough time, "No matter what, the Volturi family will be an independent existence, with all due respect, we never compromise on this point." ”

"This is disgusting my status as an elder of the underworld. Dismask raised his eyes, looking at the old vampire for the first time, and he replied lightly, "Don't you know that people who can't fly, the higher they stand, the worse they fall." ”

"The family must be independent, this is my bottom line...... Ahh A burning pain burst out of my heart.

Ah Luo couldn't help but open his mouth and roar in pain, fireworks erupted from his mouth, and his eyes appeared, and in a moment, an old fritter that had lived for a thousand years turned into ashes between heaven and earth.

Not far away, Arrow's younger brother, Caius looked at all this with a frightened expression, looking at the brother who had turned to ashes, and on his pale face, his blood-colored eyes intermittently dodged the figure of the person who did not dare to look at his brother.

After all, when the fear spread all over his body, he roared, picked up the guards behind him and ran backwards in a panic, he just wanted to get out of here, out of this snowy and cold place.

As soon as the sky and earth were dark, lightning flashed, and then there was a "click", and there was a thunder out of thin air, leaving a deep pit in the clearing, but not even a scream was left.

"Ahem......" In the quiet atmosphere, there was a sudden coughing sound, and Dismask hurriedly turned his head and looked at the low-eyed figure, with a silent condolence in his eyes.

Sherme straightened up, casually extinguished the lightning in her hand, and pursed her lips at the man, revealing a warm smile.

Dismusk frowned, glanced at Shelmei's red lips, gritted his teeth silently, and turned his head to look at the rest of the Volturi family.

The last remaining elder of the Volturi family, Marcus, closed his eyes and opened his arms, his hands filled with a thick black mist, "What should come will always come, and no one can hide from it." ”

Chris chuckled as he reached out and snapped his fingers, purple fireworks curling up from Marcus's feet, carrying along with his body and the black smoke in his hands. "With so many words, my legs trembled, and the dead duck's mouth was hard. ”

Many of Volturi's guards, Jane, Eric, Dmitry, Felix, etc., knelt down in the midst of the brilliant sparks burning beside them, and surrendered reverently in exchange for the continuation of life.