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Chapter 1009: Holy Island

If the central cathedral in the Holy City is the most sacred place of the Light Plane, then the Holy Island, located in the center of the North Sea of the Light Plane, is the most mysterious place of the Light Plane.

The Central Cathedral is a holy place, but the annual pilgrimage also gives the lucky majority of the public the opportunity to enter the cathedral to hear the prayers of His Holiness the Pope and to see the majesty of the Central Cathedral.

The Holy Island is different, whether it is the Inquisition set up on this island or the Summoning Divine Array and the Angel Advent Circle originating here, this is a mysterious forbidden area that is not inferior to the Forbidden Land of the Demon Realm.

A large warship that was large enough to carry more than 10,000 people was heading towards the Holy Island at this time, and the four eight-winged angels each had two people in the bow and stern, but there were more six-winged angels floating in the air and looking around vigilantly.

Compared to before, the current Plane of Light is no longer the monopoly of the Cult of Light, whether it is the Demon Race or the Hades who have suddenly come over, it is an existence that cannot be ignored.

Following the waves of water, the waves broke through the thick mist, and finally, the warship, which had sailed from near the Central Cathedral, finally sailed to the shore of the Holy Island.

A Grand Bishop of the Inquisition wearing a cross embroidered with the Holy Light stood on the dock, his ruthless and cold eyes as terrifying as in the mind of every Cult of the Illuminati.

The four eight-winged angels disembarked first, and several deacons of the Cult of Light who followed them also walked down.

"How much did you ship this time?"

The Grand Bishop of the Inquisition asked coldly, "What is the quality?"

A white-faced middle-aged deacon walked over with two hurried steps, bowed down and said respectfully: "My lord, more than 1,000 people have been transported on this trip, and it is estimated that many of them should be able to meet the requirements of adults, and the others are just standby." ”

"It's getting worse and worse......"

The Grand Bishop snorted coldly and said, "It's even worse than the last time." ”

"Adult ......"

The middle-aged deacon bowed deeply in fear and said, "Now we have to deal with the forces of the two planes of the demon race and the underworld army, and the Pope has sent more people to the Holy Power City and the Holy Light City to take precautions, and these people are also the ones we have tried our best to secretly capture in the important cities of various races. ”

"Okay, don't say it. ”

The Grand Bishop sneered and said, "If it weren't for the number of powerhouses summoned by the Summoning God Array from those low-level planes, how could it be possible for you to go find these bad pigs, quickly get them down, and pull them to the waterfall to wash me clean." ”

"Yes. ”

The middle-aged deacon let out a long breath, but he bowed behind him, and then turned around and waved at the soldiers who had come up on the deck at some point.

The huge hatch was opened, and a foul smell diffused when he boarded, only to see a large huddle of figures in the huge cabin.

Humans, orcs, and elves make up the largest proportion, but of course the densely packed figures who look at the shores of the holy island in horror are more humans.

"What's going on?"

If the stench could still be borne by the Grand Bishop, it was only a few steps to avoid the limelight, then as a strong smell of blood spread, the face of the Grand Bishop of the Inquisition suddenly became gloomy.

"Smack...... Bang bang ......"

The middle-aged deacon did not dare to answer, and ordered the soldiers to swing their whips through the crowd, and when the outermost people were driven to the deck with screams and screams, a large red blood stain was visible in the middle of the exposed cabin.

Not only bloodstains, but also some broken bones and rotten flesh left over from the bite of unknown people, and from the shape of the remains, it can be clearly determined that at least a dozen people have been torn to pieces and devoured.

"We have already killed those who disobeyed......"

Hearing the footsteps, the middle-aged deacon looked back and saw the special bishop coming over, and his somewhat panicked face immediately drooped with large beads of sweat: "Maybe...... Maybe it's the orcs or the goblins. ”

"How can you even catch goblins?"

The Grand Bishop frowned and glanced at the panicked or insensitive "slaves", and then glared at the deacon: "Is there really no one to arrest?"

The middle-aged deacon hurriedly explained: "Your Excellency, you have misunderstood, this batch has captured more than a dozen goblins, and several of them have fully reached the strength of the powerhouses of the Holy Domain, and it is also the cardinal's approval that we dare to send them over." ”

"Dio's order ......"

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of the Grand Bishop's mouth, and he said, "It's really ridiculous that the most holy and holy angel should come down on an ugly and despicable goblin. ”

"My lord, what do you see?"

Cardinal Theo and the director of the Inquisition, Osm, are at odds, and this is also clear to the middle-aged deacon, seeing that the most powerful special bishop under the director of Osm, Master Kui, does not hide the sarcasm of the cardinal, with his status, how dare he answer half a sentence, but he bows his head in fear and asks: "Do you want to kill them?"

"Kill?"

Special Bishop Kei sneered: "Why kill, we need a large number of angels to descend on the host, you know how many mature carriers you have to fail in a day, goblins are goblins, Dio can approve of them, and what can't be done." ”

As he spoke, Special Bishop Keyi looked at the ugly goblins who were extremely hideous and had blood stains on their mouths and hands, and waved his hand: "Take them all down." ”

"Let's go...... Let's go!"

"Glare, glare, glare. ”

"Bang Bang ......"

The wolf-like soldiers pounced on them, some shouting at the "slaves" who were about to become the carriers of the angel's arrival, and some were even more direct, and the leather whip with iron thorns barbed in their hands was immediately whipped over.

If they couldn't be sure of their fate before, then the "slaves" who clearly heard the conversation between the special bishop and the middle-aged deacon completely understood what kind of fate would greet them, most of them looked at the soldiers who formed a wall around them and gave up their resistance, but their faces were completely numb, and some of them were very bloody, such as a few goblins who had eaten up many people, or some orc minotaurs and lionmen, including some elves, showed signs of being ready to move when they were in the endenging.

"Whew!"

A white light flashed, and when a minotaur who had entered a self-frenzy out of anger grabbed the leather whip drawn by the soldiers next to him and snatched it in his hand, but before he could "roar" and rush out a few steps, Bai Mangden appeared out of thin air and cut off his legs together, and the minotaur whose knees were cut off in the middle of the blood sprayed wildly let out a miserable scream and fell.

Looking up and glaring at the eight-winged angel in the air, Special Bishop Kei scolded: "Just knock him out, whoever let you hurt his body, these are not the best hosts, but now there are so many choices." ”

The eight-winged angel had no expression, neither panic nor guilt, and his face was not angry because of the human reprimand, but still looked vigilantly at the shocked slaves.

"Too bad. ”

Keyi shook his head, and he didn't know whether to say it to the middle-aged deacon next to him or just to himself: "Compared to the angels who came down from the original mature carriers, and have experienced the washing of battles and years, they are the real powerhouses. These things in front of me are no different from the undead. ”

"But when the numbers get to a certain point, they should always make up for it. ”

The middle-aged deacon couldn't ignore the words of the Grand Bishop, and said with a smiling face: "Otherwise, with our original strength, the number of super-level powerhouses alone is not as good as the number of the underworld and the demon race combined. ”

"You know. ”

Special Bishop Kei sneered and said: "Sometimes the number has a fart, isn't it an example a few days ago, one Kingsman can kill three eight-winged angels of the same rank who have just arrived, and even kill and injure dozens of six-winged angels, which is what they can only do in the early years of the group of angels, and now a few of them can do it." ”

The middle-aged deacon nodded again and again, and said with a smile: "But no matter how strong he is, he hasn't been captured by the elder yet." ”

"Of course, how could he be an opponent of the Elder Brother, let alone the Pope. There was a hint of respect on his face, and he looked at the slaves who were constantly driven off the ship, but he said to himself a little strangely: "I'm just a little curious, Kingskerman, an eight-winged angel, who was only a human powerhouse at the level of the Holy Domain, how could he have greatly increased his strength and possess dragon power after coming back from a trip? Could it be the power brought to him by the Fall." ”

The middle-aged deacon shivered, and he really didn't dare to take this sentence.

............

"Fluffy ...... Pomp ......"

In the center of the holy island, a hundred meters deep on the ground, the fallen angel Jinskerman with dragon power in Keyi's mouth swung his fists and feet like crazy and smashed towards a white light fence that trapped him like a cage, and the fence with thick arms in the violent impact swelled up like an inflated one, and the cage quickly expanded, and the white light shone for a while but there was no sign of collapse.

I don't know how long it had been like this, but Kingsman's hands and feet had burst wounds, and the skin exposed under the tattered sleeves was covered in blood droplets.

"It's useless. ”

A voice like a heavenly voice sounded: "This is the Holy Light Cage Enchantment cast by the director himself, the stronger the power of the break, the stronger the enchantment captive power, unless you are a space magician, there is absolutely no way to escape from it." ”

It was a woman in the same Holy Light Cage Enchantment Space dozens of meters away from where Kingskerman was, her milky white clothes were covered with blood, and there was no trace of panic in her delicate face, but only pity and sorrow.

Kingsman ignored it, just punched and kicked wildly, and the blood veins under his white skin swelled like earthworms, but no matter how hard he tried frantically, the Holy Light Cage just skyrocketed, and it returned to normal after a little unloading.

"Why do you want to come back when you know they won't let you go. ”

The woman was none other than Angela, the Holy Daughter of the Cult of Light that Kingskerman had dreamed of, and her beautiful face was filled with deep sorrow and tender pity, Angela said in a pleading tone: "Kingskerman, please, don't hurt yourself so much." ”

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