Chapter 1036 is busy and chooses no path

There is a good saying that people come to the world for a while, just for all kinds of profits, windfall roars in the front, and when it is time to make a move, it will be shot. Xu Qing's purpose of coming today was to get a vote, and by the way, he gave the vampire servants a helping hand, seeing the three holy weapons, he couldn't help but rush to the wall with an arrow step, and pulled out the Longyuan sword with his backhand.

Laugh at! The sharp and incomparable sword blade turned into a blue light and broke through the wall, directly penetrating the embedded steel plate, Xu Qing's arm sank down, the sword blade slid down like a withering and decaying, and the wrist turned horizontally and it was a sword, and a few times opened a doorway in the wall, stretched out his hand and pushed the whole steel plate to the ground with a bang, and took a look at the sword, the sword blade was like a pool of clear water without a single gap, so he couldn't help but secretly praise, Ou Yezi was mighty.

In fact, the Longyuan Sword is certainly a rare divine weapon in the world, and it also needs an owner who can control it, if it is not in Xu Qing's hands, it is impossible to exert a divine effect, and only by pouring internal strength into the sword can it be truly indestructible.

Xu Qing reversed the hilt of the sword and held it in his hand, and the cat waist jumped in from the open doorway, anyway, with a mask on his face, he rushed to the last three safes without fear, and swung his sword to break the door as fast as possible, he had already seen it with the eye of perspective, there were no other mechanisms inside, but the alarm would still sound.

The first cabinet door was broken, the alarm sounded very lively, Xu Qing reached out and grabbed the spear of Longinus and pinned it to his waist, and quickly split the second cabinet door, at this time the underground church was already alarmed, the original calm face of Pope Paul changed greatly, his hand shook the golden scepter and fell to the ground with a click, and he quickly reached out and touched his neck.

Only the Pope himself could enter and exit the storage room where the holy vessels were kept, and the key was hanging around his old neck, and Pope Paul was instantly confused, reaching out and touching a rope around his neck to hang the key, and pulled it down violently.

"Oh!" Pope Paul's cheeks twitched, and in his desperation he forgot that there were two strands of gold in the rope, and instead of tearing off the lanyard, he pulled his neck down, and he only breathed in the pain.

The already nervous cardinals hurried up, and Pope Paul gritted his teeth and held the key off his neck and raised it above his head and shouted: "Quick, someone is stealing the Hallows." After speaking, he stood up tremblingly and walked in the direction of the storage room, no way, the fingerprint lock and retina combination lock on the door of the storage room can only be opened by him, this is the disadvantage of concentrating power in the hands of one person.

Pope Paul walked to the door with the help of two Templars, perhaps because he was too nervous to get the key into the keyhole several times, and the situation was like an old lover who had been ML for decades drunk, and he couldn't poke it in, so anxious that he almost didn't use his head to hit the door.

With the help of a Templar who poked the key into the keyhole, Pope Paul took a deep breath and pressed the code with his trembling fingers, leaning his face over to the retina, before waving his hand to open the heavy metal door to the man next to him.

The scene in front of them made everyone dumbfounded, all the doors of the safe were broken open by external forces, and the things inside were empty, only a large door hole in the opposite wall seemed to laugh at their incompetence, and a stupid werewolf sat on the ground and pulled a large piece of imprinted cloth with his paws, and the cardinal who saw recognized the origin of this cloth, the Shroud of Turin, oh my! The relics are being desecrated by the dark creatures they raise.

Pope Paul angrily stretched out his hand and pointed at the werewolf, and said in a trembling voice: "Kill it, the heresy of blasphemy." Two Templars rushed forward with their swords drawn, one of them dragging the werewolf out of the doorway with his arm around his neck, and the other with a sword in his hand, stabbing the werewolf in the heart.

Pope Paul stared blankly at the scattered holy relics, and with a weak body swayed, he drew a cross on his chest with his hand, and muttered: "Lord! I'm guilty......" Before the words fell, a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and the whole person fell down softly.

The cardinals rushed up, and helped Pope Paul to the big chair and sat down, it was really dark and rained overnight, and people were unlucky when they were stuffed with water, and the Holy See that had been infinitely glorious in the past has now fallen into such a field, I don't know who is the biggest sinner?

The old man looked at the messy storage room with a serious face, he already knew who stole the holy relics of the Holy See, except for the Xiao Xu who held the divine soldier in his hand, he didn't think about it as a second person, but where did that werewolf come from?

In fact, Xu Qing took the three things that had feelings in his hands and cut open a few cabinets by the way, but the werewolf broke in stupidly after he left, and as a result, he had a close contact with the master and died in vain, or it was also a relief for it.

Xu Qing fished out three holy relics and slipped out of the basement, and saw the low-level blood clan in front of him rushing towards him, he frowned and turned around and ran towards another corridor, not that he was afraid of this group of simple-minded guys, but there was no need to clash with them, it was helpless to run away if he couldn't fight, and it was graceful to escape if he could fight.

The Tiankui Divine Wind Step was more than twice as fast as the Blood Clan's running speed, and in the blink of an eye, it shook off the eyeless guy behind him, but these Blood Clan finally found a human wearing a priest's robe, how could they give up so easily? Spread his legs and chased hard, among them, two of the high-level blood clans with clothes directly spread their wings and flew into the sky, and came to chase in the air, Xu Qing, who found this situation, almost didn't turn around and jumped to his feet to scold his mother, what a bunch of stupid things.

The sky of the Holy See was full of black bat clouds, and Xu Qing, who had exposed his whereabouts, had actually become the target of public criticism, and now he really wanted to make a phone call and scold Dracula fiercely, but the blood clans that could quickly gather from all directions made him have no time to care about anything else, so he could only run in the direction of the gate.

The wind was howling under his feet, and the buildings around him were retreating, Xu Qing really didn't know what to say now except for swearing, he really wanted to raise his arms and shout, brother is playing soy sauce! In his desperation, he ran to the door of the Cathedral, where the battle between the two sides was fierce, and the bloodied Templars were still fighting the dark creatures in their final battle, and he slid headlong into the camp of the Templars.

The Templars who were fighting to the death didn't feel anything strange when they saw a bloated black-robed priest running in, and a blood-stained two-handed sword was handed to Xu Qing at the right time.

"Father, fight for the Lord!" A coquettish voice came from his side, Xu Qing turned his head to see that the person who handed him the big sword turned out to be the female knight who looked very much like Monroe, and he didn't have time to think about it and reached out to take the big sword.