The golden scepter in Pope Paul's hand has now been replaced by a broom stick, which can barely be used as a crutch, and the golden scepter is in the claws of a silver-maned werewolf beside him, and the most funny thing is that this guy has no tail, and there is a pool of dried blood on his buttocks, and it looks like the tail has just been broken.

The seven Blood Lords hovering above the Adjudicator's head fluttered their wings, and their bodies fluttered in mid-air and swooped down, falling straight down to the group of old men carrying explosive bags, and the group of Blood Lords with fierce faces flicked their cloaks and stepped forward to block the way.

One of the lords grabbed a cardinal's neck with his claws and lifted him up, lifting his feet straight off the ground, and the poor cardinal slapped the claws around his neck in vain with his palms, and rolled his legs and eyes upwards vigorously, seeing that this old life was about to be lost.

The cardinals on the side were full of horror, and they wanted to step forward to stop but were stopped by the other six lords with their arms outstretched, only to look at the cardinal struggling under the claws of the blood clan, this group of people who used to stand at the pinnacle of power were desolate in their hearts, full of sadness about the death of rabbits and foxes, and a few of them couldn't help but cry.

Seeing this, the two adjudicators and the Templars hurriedly cheered up and rushed over, and the closest Catherine didn't know where the strength came from, and a sword that shook off Xu Qing's palm rushed towards the back of the blood lord, but as soon as she rushed out, she was forced to pull her shoulders by an irresistible force, and she was so anxious that she shouted loudly.

"Oh no, father, I'm going to save him......" Catherine twisted her body frantically to break free from the palm that was pressed on her shoulder, tears welled up in her eyes like a flood bursting the embankment, at this moment she was just a daughter who wanted to save her father, she would rather give up her life than watch her father be strangled to death by the Blood.

Xu Qing frowned, he didn't expect that the cardinal bishop who was held by the blood clan around his neck was the father of the female knight, he really couldn't understand that now that the blood clan had firmly occupied the advantage, why were he doing these senseless actions?

"Damn heretics, let go of Archbishop Leo!" A cardinal finally couldn't help but erupt, he was Archbishop Chloe, and the only one among all the archbishops who could fight with the Blood Clan, his eyes widened violently and swung his old fist at the Blood Lord who was blocking him, and there was a trace of wind in the fist.

Tiger Lao is mighty, the former Templar Commander wants to prove with his fists that he can still fight, but the gap between thought and reality is often huge, if it were a hundred years ago, Chloe might still be able to fight with the blood lord in front of him, but now people can easily lift him up with just a claw.

Archbishop Chloe, who was majestic a second ago, has now been lifted up by the blood lord with his claws holding his throat like his old friend, and even if he kicks his feet, he can't reach someone's body, and the years are like a pig-killing knife, and it's really not good for people to be disobedient to old age.

These blood lords are really bastards, they were passive and slacking off when they fought fiercely with the adjudicators, and now they are running to bully a few old men who have no ability to resist, this style even Xu Qing who is not far away can't see it, and he looks at Dracula Cage coldly with a pair of eyes.

"Enough, let them go!" Dracula Cage finally stepped forward and slapped a Blood Lord on the shoulder, and if he didn't stop this group of guys from messing around in time, it would inevitably cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.