Chapter 613: The Pope

"Oh no, no." The Great Elder hurried to the main hall of the castle manor and said loudly to the Pope who was sitting silently above.

"Panic, what kind of system?" The Pope said lightly, with a majesty in his words.

The Great Elder was excited, his mind calmed down a lot, he quickly stood firm, and after saluting respectfully, he said: "Dear Pope, my subordinates and the second elder went to the museum to check the suspicious characters, and found that the museum security guards were all unconscious, and the treasures of the town hall were stolen. ”

"yes, got it." The Pope still looked unhurried, but the Great Elder clearly felt that the Pope's often gentle staff hand had stopped, which was a sign of the Pope's anger, and the Great Elder couldn't help but be distracted: "It seems like it's been more than sixty years since the last time he was angry, right?" What happened last time, by the way, it seems to be when the country was attacked during World War II."

"Do you know who did it?" The Pope still had that flat tone, and he didn't look angry at all.

"The subordinates are incompetent and can't be found." The Great Elder hurriedly collected his mood and replied.

"Well, come with me." The Pope said lightly.

The two of them walked through the main hall and through several corridors to a secret room, and the empty secret room had only one thing, that is, a gold booth in the middle, and on top of the booth was a box made of gold.

The Pope's withered hand was placed on the gold box of the booth, and he chanted softly, the ancient language, in addition to the Pope himself, there was another person in this world who could understand it, the next Pope.

The chanting became louder and louder, more and more high-pitched, and the whole room was buzzing, as if thousands of saints were chanting together, the Pope was full of vigor and blood, and there was still a little sick look, like a god of war who had beaten chicken blood, his hair and beard were flying back, and the huge momentum was surging like substance, and the great elders of Zhen took a few steps back to stabilize their figures.

The Pope suddenly shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Hallelujah! ”

A vision suddenly appeared in the room, and a holy book suddenly appeared above the golden box, glowing with holy light, which made people feel an urge to worship.

The Pope humbly made the ancient prostration, then stood up and said respectfully: "God, great and omnipotent God, your faithful messenger beseeches your pointer to see who is the murderer." As he spoke, the Pope stretched out his right hand and placed it on the Bible.

The holy book is the real original manuscript of the Bible, the legend is that God used it, it has a very strong spirituality, but it is only a legend, who has seen it in ordinary people?

After a while, the Pope's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and he said coldly: "God already has an oracle, it is the same person as the KGB assassination, the Golden Knight and the Fire Knight have been defeated in his hands, go find him, come over immediately if there is news, don't do it." ”

There is a saying in China that people are doing it, and the sky is watching; There is a saying in the West that God is watching you, and it seems that these words are not unreasonable, not without reason.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is also a special function, which can predict the special function of the past, and after this special function evolves to a certain realm, it can also predict the future, which is very similar to the "clear mind" of people who practice martial arts.

After Zhao Wouji's martial arts cultivation reached the Dan Realm, he could also predict who did it according to the slightest details of the matter, and he could feel the danger that was about to occur in the future to a certain extent, which is not surprising at all, Li Jinglin, the sword immortal during the Republic of China, slightly predicted what would happen in the future, which is recorded in the history books.

"Sure enough, it's this heretic." The Great Elder said fiercely.

"Let's go, let's find it." The Pope was still calm, as if he would not be angry at all.

"Honorable Pope, I don't bother you to do it yourself, the Second Elder and I will take care of these things." The Great Elder said respectfully.

"The stakes are too high to be missed," the Pope said as he staggered down the hall.

When the two came to the museum, they saw that the museum had been under martial law, a large number of police officers were on guard on the periphery, and several leaders were discussing something with the second elder, and the Pope said lightly: "No need, leave it to them." ”

The voice was very small, but the two elders below were obviously stunned, and after quickly explaining a few words to the others, they walked towards the Pope, and at this time, a few figures also walked from other directions, and they met with the Pope, and they were the two elders who were arranged to go to other places to inspect.

The Pope didn't say much, he glanced at the Great Elder, and the Great Elder hurriedly said: "The museum was stolen, the murderer has been found, and His Excellency the Pope has gathered everyone to arrest the murderer, and I will add that this murderer is the one who made this place boiling." ”

They didn't ask any more questions, followed the Pope, and walked ahead.

After meeting Cheng Gang and the others at the hotel, Zao Wou-Ki handed over the treasure of the town hall to Cheng Gang to carry with him, and then said, "How are you doing?" Did you leave any hand tails? ”

"Nope." Cheng Gang and others responded confidently.

"It's good if not, I feel like it's dangerous here, and I have to leave immediately." Zao Wou-Ki expressed his bad feelings in his heart, and in the haze, Zao Wou-Ki already felt that he had been discovered and that a strong enemy was rushing over.

As soon as they arrived at the hotel lobby, they saw a large group of people dressed in traditional missionary clothes coming in from the outside, blocking the door tightly, the worry in Zao Wouji's mind suddenly became clear, and he looked at the person in surprise and knew the source of the danger, and said in a low voice: "Everyone pay attention, it's them, it's them, it's a very strange way of fighting, be careful." ”

The Pope looked at the people around him, looked at Zao Wou-Ki calmly, and said, "How about talking about it in another place?" ”

Of course, Zao Wou-Ki understands the subtext behind these words, fighting here will definitely affect the innocent, although Zao Wou-Ki is aggressive, but he doesn't want to increase the killing, nodding, although he doesn't know how the other party found himself, since the other party has already found him, there is no reason not to fight, his heart is high, and he said coldly: "Lead the way." ”

The Pope smiled faintly, and took the lead in flying towards the front, the four elders followed, and behind him were ten of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, which can be described as a huge lineup, Zhao Wouji nodded secretly towards his own people, everyone nodded tacitly, and followed indifferently, Zhao Wouji's spiritual perception came to a thorough investigation of these people in front of him, and found that the one in front was the most powerful, and the other four were similar, but they were much stronger than the Twelve Knights of the Round Table.

Thinking of the strength of the twelve Knights of the Round Table, Zao Wou-Ki hesitated a little, the remaining ten Knights of the Round Table were enough for everyone to drink a pot, those four old men were more powerful than the Knights of the Round Table, how could this battle be fought? What's more, there is the old guy in front of him, who is even more unfathomable.

Zhao Wou-Ki is a strong person when he encounters strength, he will not give up easily, easily admit defeat, silently follow behind these people, Cheng Gang and the four of them followed, standing in four directions, vigilantly observing their respective directions, and on guard.

Everyone came to a wilderness in the mountains, landed in an open place, the four elders of the Holy See lined up, forming a semicircle, followed by the remaining ten knights of the round table, in the middle is the Pope, the Pope looked at Zhao Wuji and said lightly: "Since ancient times, there has been no contact between the ancient martial arts world of the East and the West, you have come here, do you want to give an explanation?" ”

"Say that your uncle, pretend, if you want to fight, you can fight, so much nonsense." Zao Wou-Ki deliberately shouted arrogantly, firstly, to suspect that the other party looked down on him, and secondly, to provoke the other party to mess up his mood, no matter what, he would be powerful on his side when he fought.

"You are an ancient warrior, come to my western country, are you not afraid of causing a war between the two countries? Or are your elders not telling you this? The Pope changed his indifferent tone just now, his tone was a little hard, he looked at Zao Wou-Ki coldly, and his momentum began to soar, and anyone who was counted down by others like this couldn't feel better.

In an instant, an old man who was dry like a wind candle suddenly became red, his complexion was matchless, his body was much more round and tough, and his rickety waist was also straight, where he still looked like an old man, he was simply a god of war, although his appearance was a little old, but his unrivaled fighting spirit was surging like the waves of the sea.

Zao Wou-Ki used his magic skills to easily block out this essence of general momentum, and did not take the initiative to attack, and said coldly: "The KGB deceived people too much, bombarding my house with heavy weapons, old man, do you think I should come?" In the face of this unpredictable old man, Zao Wou-Ki didn't mean to respect the old and love the young.

"Oh? I don't want to care about worldly things, and I won't care about them, but if you take something from the museum, please exchange it back, and I can no longer bother with it. The Pope's tone began to turn cold, and the high fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, especially after finding that his previous invincible momentum was blocked by an invisible wall, and he could not move an inch in the slightest, he couldn't help but be surprised, and it also aroused the war intent in his heart.

In the Pope's opinion, Zao Wou-Ki is still very young, even if he starts cultivating from his mother's womb, it will only be more than ten years, what can he practice in more than ten years? Oriental ancient warriors, which one is not a small one after getting old? This young man is a little weird, it seems that it will take a lot of trouble today, thinking of this, the Pope made a secret gesture to the four people behind him, telling the four of them to be under martial law, don't let them go.

"Museums? What museum? "Zao Wou-Ki is not so stupid, admit what should be admitted, and never admit what should not be admitted, this is not a matter of guts, admitting that the museum is undoubtedly looking for death, and will suffer from the endless troubles of this country, don't think about living in peace in the future.

"Don't admit it? Let me remind you. As he spoke, the Pope suddenly took out a piece of stuff and put it in his hand and began to chant, Zao Wou-Ki became curious, this thing looked like a crown, and if you looked closely, it was actually a crown-like thing made of thorns.

Huo Ran, this thing emitted a strong white light, like a white light, enveloping Zao Wou-ki, and it looked particularly strange in the night.

Magic weapon? Zao Wou-Ki looked at this thing in amazement, and suddenly felt the sound of Sanskrit singing in his ears, as if there were thousands of choirs singing at the same time, revealing a majestic and holy momentum, which made people dare not sludge and had an urge to worship.

"It's not good" Zhao Wuji was shocked, knowing that he had been tricked, curiosity killed people, he didn't expect these people to have such a spiritual attack. In an instant, the Sanskrit chanting became louder and louder, and the brain was like a thousand needles pricked, and Zao Wou-Ki knew that he couldn't wait for a long time, and if he didn't fight back, it would be over.