Chapter 1000: The Pope Flees

The silent gestures of the two Blood Lords sounded like a trumpet, and the dark creatures that had been silent for a long time suddenly began to get excited again, and both the Blood Clan and the werewolves screamed and pounced on the Templars as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. The Holy See and all the creatures of darkness have always been on the same page, and war is a battle to the death.

Hughes's face was as usual, as if he knew that this would happen, and suddenly, he picked up his right fist and stretched out his mouth to sigh, and bent down and slammed a punch on the ground.

Bang! A loud bang shook people's eardrums, and the ground under Hughes's right fist exploded into a circle of cobweb-like cracks, a huge crack centered on his fist and extended towards the dark creatures rushing towards the opposite side, and the ground began to crack and collapse one by one, strangely from the place where it fell, thousands of small stones burst out, and shot in all directions with a swishing wind.

From a crack turned into a trench, and then in a very short time into a deep trench, a deep trench with a length and width of more than five meters, from which not only small stones shot out, but also scorching heat, no one would believe that the cathedral was built on a lava crater, but the fact is that there is lava directly below the church, scorching underground lava.

The oncoming dark creatures could never have imagined that the ground would suddenly collapse, and hundreds of dark creatures would fall into the deep trench in such a stupid way, waiting for them to end up with only one fate, burned to ashes by the underground lava.

It is nothing to blow a hole in the ground with one punch, at least Xu Qing feels that he can punch out a bigger hole in the ground with one punch, but he can't do it with one punch to crack the ground, some things can't be copied, just like this earth-shattering punch.

The dark creatures that fell into the deep trenches turned to ashes, most of them were werewolves, and one of the greatest advantages of the Bloods was that they could spread their wings and soar into the sky in times of crisis, while werewolves could only resign themselves to their fate and treat flesh as a sacrifice to the underground lava.

Hughes was the papal adjudicator before the cathedral was built, and the two adjudicators could be said to be the only ones who knew that there was lava under the cathedral, and this secret was buried for hundreds of thousands of years, and finally came in handy today, the power of this punch should not be underestimated, and all the dark creatures that did not fall into the crack were scared and silenced, and even the seven blood lords were deeply shocked, and no one would rush to pounce on it, because this punch was too godly.

The Templars were ready to fight until the last battle, and in addition to their usual steadfastness, there was something called hope in their eyes, and the arrival of the Adjudicator gave them great courage, at least hope of survival.

Xu Qing took a large sword from a Templar, it seemed to be heavier than the one that Proneo had taken from him, but he liked weapons with weight, and they were comfortable to use.

The seven lords opened their wings with a roar, flapped their wings and flew into the sky, it was not that they were ready to escape, they circled in the sky for a while and began to lower their heads and stretch out their claws to swoop down towards Hughes, Xu Qing held the big sword in his hand, looking at those blood clan lords who only cared about pounced on the adjudicator and frowned, why didn't Dracula come to join the battle?