Disheveled!

A strange voice, subconsciously closed my eyes, I heard screams around me, some people say French, I naturally can't understand, but English, I can hear: "It's the light." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Holy Light Flashbang! ”

Yes. It's not a simple flashbang, but what kind of light?

What the hell is the Light?

I subconsciously opened my eyes and noticed that several more flashbangs had been thrown in, exploding at the same time.

For me, the light was not dazzling, but had a soft warmth, but the faces of the bloods who pressed on me had become festering under the glow of the light, and billowing black smoke was emitted, revealing the pink muscles inside.

It's scary!

Just as my heart was shocking, seven or eight more grenades rolled in, and before I could react, the thing let out one loud explosion after another.

This time, the sound is definitely not comparable to the flashbang.

Rumble!

The whole space trembled, under the impact of the shockwave. None of the people present could stand, not even Alan and David, they had to fly and hide behind the bar.

Except for the shock wave. There was also a large amount of spicy liquid and fine fragments flying in all directions.

This time it's really a grenade, a grenade with added material.

Because I could smell that the spicy liquid was actually garlic puree, and these small pieces were actually made of silver.

These two things, it is said that they can cause great damage to the Bloodline.

It should be the reinforcements of the church who rushed here, right?

But Paul, didn't you say that you would definitely guarantee the safety of my life and that of the old ghost, and if you make such a show, not only is your squire Ali dead, but these grenades don't recognize people, is it really good for you to attack so indiscriminately?

But fortunately, the blood clan that pounced on me unexpectedly became a human shield wall around me.

They helped me block most of the fragments and beads. And the small amount of metal that had been drilled into the crack was also blocked by my tense muscles at that moment, and it was blocked by the Xuanwu Vajra Tribulation.

Although some of it is embedded in the body, it seems painful. But it didn't hurt me.

After a horrific series of explosions, hurried footsteps came from the gate on that side, and many people walked in chanting hymns.

I felt that the men who had fallen upon me were either dead on the spot or dying, and at once they broke free, and crawled out of it, and saw a large crowd of men in black missionary robes pouring into it.

Each of these men had a fanatical expression on their faces, and they rushed inside, either with a crosssword or a revolver in their hands, or with a crossbow and crossbow.

These people are really professional, no wonder they are not afraid of even the Marquis hunter coming over.

After a burst of bombardment, there were almost no people standing up in the hall, the dead, the wounded, and the quick-reacting ones, and they just hid, so as soon as I stood up, I immediately caught the eye, and four or five black priests rushed to me.

I said to them, "David and Allen are there!" ”

In my induction just now, those two guys hid behind the bar for the first time, and they were not harmed, so they had to quickly grab these two important people.

Among these two people, one is Cappadocia, who has terrifying strength, and the other is the spokesman of the Tsmich family in the eastern Paris district, if these two people escaped, then today's operation, as well as Ali's sacrifice, will be in vain.

But they didn't understand me, and they stretched out their hands and threw themselves at me.

Is this what you're going to do to hold me up?

I stepped back, leaped one by one, dodged one of the pounces, and as I rolled on the ground, I found my Crusader knife and scabbard, put it away, and shouted at the gang in my newly learned French: "My own people, my own people, I want to see Paul!" ”

Afraid that the French might not be correct, I shouted it twice more in English.

And at this moment, two black shadows suddenly came from the bar, rushing towards the room next to them, and the black priests who poured into the room immediately drew their guns and fired, and in the second round, several men in more beautiful robes rushed up.

Someone was surprisingly fast, blocking the door to the room, while the rest of the group immediately surrounded Alan and David, who were trying to escape.

Seeing these guys chanting hymns, Allen's face became a little distorted, and he yelled into the corner, "How dare you collude with the church? ”

The old ghost in the corner was holding his arm, and there was blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but he smiled happily: "In order to avenge Moqian and Mia, what's not to do?" ”

David laughed nervously: "Hahaha, I didn't expect the mouse to actually delusionally join hands with the cat to fight the enemy......"

At this moment, a red-haired old man with several hideous scars on his face stepped forward.

Dressed in a sumptuous gold-painted silk robe, black with a supple glow, he stood in front of him as he pulled out a book, chanting aloud to the two men and the countless Bloods hiding behind the tables and chairs.

The room was filled with two dozen black priests, all but this one was chanting a certain word.

This kind of scene is memorable.

My own understanding is that a fight is just a knife and a stab, but these people are not biased, and they are doing the same as worshipping, which is simply confusing to the second monk.

Alan didn't bother us anymore, but started a conversation with the gang, and they were speaking French too fast that I didn't understand.

And for this brief period of time, my eyes wandered away from Paul, trying to find Paul.

But all of them were dressed in black robes, and many of them couldn't see them, so I couldn't find where Paul was for a long time.

Before I could see clearly, the battle was already going on, and the old blond man collided with Allen, while the rest of the apparently powerful guys surrounded David, and the rest rushed into the corner with cross-shaped swords and silver revolvers.

What made me depressed was that the five people who had surrounded me just now actually surrounded me again.

I shouted at the gang and repeatedly explained in three languages that we were our own people and had an agreement with Paul.

However, the gang ignored them and approached step by step.

They look fanatical, like drug addicts, with a kind of vague madness.

I subconsciously grabbed the Crusader Blood Knife and wanted to resist, but I remembered what the man in glasses had told me that this knife was so famous that many people recognized it, and if I took it out, the people in the church might have confiscated it if they knew.

Now that the family is powerful, it has really been confiscated, and I don't think I will come back.

Thinking like this, I decided that it was better not to draw the knife, anyway, this thing is very well camouflaged, and there is a mechanism when the knife is drawn, and I hid it quickly just now, and they may not be able to notice that it is a knife.

And just as these people surrounded me, a loud crash erupted in the middle of the hall.

The men couldn't help but look back, and I looked ahead through the gap in the crowd.

A large viscous mist as thick as ink passed from the place where Alan and the blonde old man were fighting, these mist was strongly corrosive, and there were several black priests next to him who were contaminated, and the clothes were fine because they were specially made, but the arms and other places were suddenly stripped off of the muscles, revealing the blue-gray arm bones.

It's so corrosive, this thing is comparable to aqua sulfuric acid?

Not only that, but after Allen turned into an erect giant beast like a werewolf, he also showed extremely terrifying strength, with a punch and a leg, there was a heavy wind, and the two of them made the whole hall into a noise, countless fragments flew up, and several walls were smashed through him with his fists.

However, no matter how strong Eren was, the old blond man was able to cope with it with ease, and with the blessing of the black priests who chanted the hymns, he withstood Alan's attack tightly.

After a dozen rounds, the red-haired old man's body suddenly shone brightly, and the milky white light enveloped his whole body.

He is like the mortal celestial, any part of Allen will bring him great harm.

Gradually, Alan couldn't stand it anymore, and after a while, he burst out at the maximum speed.

He tried to pounce on the crowd at the door, ready to flee.

However, the moment he rose into the air, the red-haired old man smashed his fist on the back, and a terrifying holy power spread, and the milky white light enveloped Allen's whole person, including the extremely corrosive black mist he emitted.

And in the next second, someone immediately opened a large net of silver flashes, and enveloped Allen in one hand.

As soon as Alan entered the net, several people collected the net and poured garlic juice and a fishy, sticky red liquid on him. Acrobatics.

Under the influence of these things, Allen's huge body gradually became smaller and returned to its original appearance.

At this time, the other leader, David, let out a hysterical scream, but he was directly killed.

As soon as the two leaders were defeated, the rest were either killed or captured, and the only people facing each other were me and the old ghost.

Nearly a dozen people surrounded us, and we slowly retreated until we reached the wall.

I shouted Paul's name at a loud voice, and at this moment the old red-haired man came up to us, stared at us for a moment, and said in stilted Chinese: "Heresy, take it!" ”

As soon as the words fell, two large silver nets came towards us.