The Templar □□ did not want to entangle with the dynamite bats here, and retreated in an orderly manner while wielding their knives, but just as they were about to exit the church, they only heard a sneer from the collapsed ceiling, and then one after another figures fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred people had come down, these people had two characteristics, their faces were very white, so white that they could not see any blood, and all of them were men.

This group of talents is the real protagonist today, the blood clan, and they are the finale; As soon as more than 100 Bloods landed on the ground, they rushed towards the Temp□□lars like a whirlwind, and a great battle began, and not far away, there was not a trace of blood or minced flesh on the high platform where the smoke had cleared, and the two little girls were gone.

In a bell tower-shaped building less than two hundred meters from the cathedral sat eleven men armed with various weapons, they did not wear any armor, all long black trench coats with wide brimmed hats, leather boots and leather gloves, very standard blood hunting attire, this group of people also had one thing in common, that is, they wore a round badge the size of a fingernail on the left chest of their trench coats, which was a small round table, a very chic badge.

The group of men sat around a table with several bottles of red wine and goblets, and it was strange that they were still in the mood to drink when it was hot outside.

Syllable! A burly bearded man slapped the mastiff gun in his hand on the table, this guy was born with fiery red curly hair, even his eyebrows and beard were fiery red, he reached out and grabbed the wine bottle and poured himself a glass, then took the glass and drank it all, smacked his lips and said: "These old things of the Holy See are so stingy, they are only willing to give a holy grail, and they say that the Longinus spear is the weapon of the adjudicator, in my opinion, they clearly look down on us." ”

A thin-faced middle-aged man with a goatee next to him smiled lightly and patted the red-haired man on the shoulder and said, "Dear Jessette, the value of the Longinus spear is about the same as that of the Holy Grail, one represents strength and the other represents wealth, it is normal for the Holy See to choose to retain its strength, and after having the Holy Grail, you can last longer when you sleep with the little widow." ”

Jesitt seemed to be irritated by the goatee's words, and her eyes widened, ", what do you mean by that?" You know, I can do it for two hours at a time, and I don't need the help of the Holy Grail at all. ”

The goatee named smiled, picked up an opened bottle of red wine, brought the bottle to his mouth directly, tilted his neck and poured a few sips, and asked with a smile: "Two hours?" You didn't use two hours as a prelude, did you? ”

Jesitt was upset when she heard this, and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by a two-hour prelude?" Isn't that a clear statement that I can't do it? I'm talking about two hours of work, and it has nothing to do with any bullshit prelude. ”

, who usually likes to tease Jesit, said with a smile: "It is said that the Holy Grail can be filled with water to become the best tonic, and if a man drinks it, it can greatly extend the time of ML, if you don't believe it, you can ask Arthur." With that, he naturally turned his gaze to a blonde man on the east side of the table, who was the head of everyone here, Arthur.

Hearing the conversation between the two, Arthur untied a bulging leather bag from his waist and put it on the table, and said in a low voice: "The Holy Grail is here, whoever wants to taste the taste of the holy water can use it, this is the reward of everyone in the Holy See." ”

At the moment when the leather bag was placed on the table, a middle-aged man in a priest's robe was quietly watching all this in a very remote corner outside the door. ”