The person who came was Dracula VI, and behind him was a man and a woman, the man was handsome and handsome, and the woman was sexy and charming, and there were two vampires.

Perhaps sensing the angry gaze of the god of fire, Dracula VI sensed it, and couldn't help but look at Grey, and when he saw the anger on her face, he chuckled and ignored it!

Then he turned his head to look around, looking around in the crowd, and after a while, his eyes were locked on an old man and a young man, his pupils shrank, and suddenly there was a killing intent.

The old man and the young man were very inconspicuous in the crowd, the old man was trembling, wearing a coarse cloth robe, his body was rickety, his steps were staggering, and he kept coughing, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

The boy is twenty-eight years old, fair-skinned, and wears an ordinary white casual suit, if he is allowed to wear a school uniform, it is not much different from an ordinary high school student.

But his eyes are extremely smart and deep, and in the depths of the pupils of a pair of eyes, there seem to be two rounds of sun, hot and bright.

"Grandpa, drink saliva!"

The young man raised a glass of water, and Shi Shiran walked up to the old man and said.

"Ahem...... Well, good! ”

The old man raised his glass of water, took a sip of it, and then seemed to sense Dracula VI's gaze, and looked up at the sky.

Then, with Dracula VI's gaze met.

Looking at each other, two sparks burst out from the eyes of the two, and a crackling sound was pulled out in the void, and an invisible momentum rose from the two of them, pressing towards each other.

The crowd around them was sensed, and they were so pressed that they staggered back to both sides, all of them looked panicked and turned their heads in disbelief.

"Holy See ascetic - Wakaba!"

Dracula VI looked at the thin old man, his eyes were calm, and these words popped out of his mouth, and the cloudy eyes of the thin old man also flashed with fine light, and he said lightly:

"Prince of the Bloodline - Dracula VI!"

"Old thing, do you dare to come here, aren't you afraid of death?"

Dracula VI's eyes were clear, and he slowly opened his mouth, and his spirit was transmitted.

"Hehe, the light is everywhere, even a dark heretic like you can walk in the light, why don't I dare?"

The thin old man smiled and said softly.

"Humph! Die, old thing! ”

Dracula VI snorted coldly, his right hand poked out, and a thick black mist jumped out of his hand, and he was about to attack.

"Boom, boom—"

At this moment, a loud roar came from a distance, interrupting Dracula VI, who was about to attack.

"Helicopter!"

"Which family's helicopter is this?"

There was a low cry from the crowd.

"Look at that sign, it looks like it's a Rothschild helicopter!"

"Well, it's the Rothschild family!"

"The Rothschilds are coming, doesn't it mean ......"

"The Persian god is coming!!"

The people cheered, and then, in the nervous, expectant gaze, the helicopter engraved with the Rothschilds rumbled from far and near.

Then landed more than a thousand meters from the center of the crowd, and several figures stepped out of the plane.

Whew-

Dracula VI, the wizened old man, the fire god Grey, the god of descent, and the others all turned their heads to look at the figures.

Then, his eyes fell on the middle-aged man with blue eyebrows and blue hair who was surrounded by several people.

"Persian gods?"

"He's ...... Persian gods? ”

For a moment, the eyes of the gods flickered, and they looked carefully, as if they wanted to see through the man.

"Hmph-"

The blue-haired middle-aged man surrounded by members of the Rothschild family was naturally the river god Anahita, and he quickly noticed the prying eyes of the gods, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Boom-"

An invisible sound wave spread, mixed with an indescribable divine might, and slammed into the hearts of the gods.

The gods were struck and couldn't help but snort, and their faces turned pale.

"Good...... It's amazing! ”

The faces of Dracula VI, the fire god Grey and other gods changed greatly, a trace of shock flashed in their eyes, and just a cold snort made them suffer a dark loss, the strength of this Persian god should not be underestimated.

For a while, the gods put away their contempt, and the status of the Persian gods in their hearts rose more than one notch, making them secretly vigilant.

"Grandpa, this Persian god is very powerful!"

Seeing the strange appearance of Dracula VI and the others in his eyes, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the casual clothes young man next to the thin old man, and he said softly.

The thin old man nodded secretly, and said in a low voice: "After all, it is a formal god with a priesthood, and with every move, he uses the power of heaven and earth, and his power is naturally extraordinary!" ”

"It is recorded in the canons of my Holy See that the river god Anahita is a god of rivers and lakes in the Persian god system, and he can borrow the power of rivers and lakes, which is extremely difficult, I wonder if the gods of the heavenly court can defeat him?" The young man in white asked in a low voice.

The thin old man shook his head slightly: "Looking at the entire Heavenly Court, except for the variable of Ying Yue, the rest can't help him!" ”

"I think so too!"

The young man in white bowed his head slightly, expressing his approval.

At this time, the river god Anahita slowly rose into the air, and his body was entangled by blue water waves, like a god descending from the sky, mighty and mighty.

I saw him fly hundreds of meters into the air, stopped, and his voice was like a flood of bells, and it exploded in the sky: "Where are the false gods of the heavenly court?" ”

"Boom—"

It was like a muffled thunderbolt, and the sound waves in circles spread out in all directions with themselves as the center, like waves, sweeping in all directions.

At the same time, a mighty divine power was like Mount Tai pressing down, overwhelmingly venting and pressing on the crowd.

"Ahh

"Ears!"

"It hurts!"

Ordinary people, as well as mutants with low strength, covered their ears and fell to the ground and screamed, and the powerful mutants only felt as if a boulder had been pressed on their chests, and they couldn't breathe.

"This ...... Is this the strength of the Persian gods? ”

"Good...... It's scary! ”

Many demigods hidden in the crowd all looked at the sky with a frightened look on their faces, with a look of shock on their faces, they had all felt the divine power of ordinary gods, but the oppression given to them by this Persian god was a completely different feeling.

That kind of terrifying oppression, as if directly pressed on the soul, making the soul freeze, is simply indescribable.

If you have to describe it, the oppression of the earth gods is like a boulder pressed on the chest, although the oppression is breathless, but it can withstand it.

But the oppression of this Persian god is like the oppression of gravity, this is an all-round oppression, and the body, soul, and every cell in the body can feel the oppression.

These are two very different feelings!

"Heavenly Court is in trouble!"

Many demigods roared in their hearts.

"Who's making a fuss here?"

(End of chapter)