"Cardinal Garcia of the Holy See of Light meets His Majesty Yus!"

"Cardinal Raphael of the Holy See of Light meets His Majesty Yus!"

"Cardinal Partridge of the Holy See of Light meets His Majesty Yuss!"

"Templar Knight Commander of the Holy See of Light, Gutesian, greets His Majesty Yus!"

"Templar Thompson of the Holy See of Light meets His Majesty Yus!"

A series of loud voices came, which shook the wide hall of the astrological hall and buzzed, followed by tall figures walking in from the outside of the hall, each person who came in reported to his home, and Vettels and the others became more and more solemn as the number of people entered.

"The Holy See Templar Turner of the Holy See meets His Majesty Yus!"

"The Holy See Templar Sally of the Light meets His Majesty Yus!"

"The Holy See Templar Dewey of the Light meets His Majesty Yus!"

"Templar Terrence of the Holy See of Light meets His Majesty Yus!"

"The Holy See Templar Motley meets His Majesty Yus!"

The sound of self-announcement finally stopped, and there were ten people in total, three cardinals in white and red-trimmed robes, six Templars in golden armor, and a young man in civilian clothes, whose trademark arrogant eyes seemed to tell the world that he was the chief knight of the Templar Order, Gutesian.

As soon as ten people appeared, they immediately surrounded Emperor Yuss and his party from all directions, and approached step by step, until they were more than a dozen steps away before stopping.

Looking at the way it is today, the core power of the Holy See has almost poured out! Their purpose is self-evident, and Dith Hepburn has revealed his best trick - decapitation, but how did they quietly appear in the heavily guarded astrological hall?

His Majesty Vettels quickly exchanged glances with the chief of the guard beside him, Alander, and his expression was extremely solemn. Because they understood that the imperial capital had always been heavily defended, and there was only one possibility that a heavily armed enemy could appear under their noses without realizing it.

Mole!

I'm afraid that today's events are far from being as simple as what we see now, and what really kills people under the turbid waves is the turbulent undercurrent.

"Startled me, I thought it was some kind of bold thief, it turned out to be His Majesty Hepburn's right-hand man. But instead of keeping the statue of light and confessing your sins to Vesston, what are you doing in a place where I, Yus, the god of God's grace, can't bathe? I'm not the god of light, and I can't help you. ”

After a brief moment of distraction, Vettels quickly suppressed the shock in his heart and returned to his usual composure, sneering and sarcastically mocking the other party.

"Your Majesty, we have come here to spread the splendor of God to everyone in need on the continent at the behest of the Pope. ”

Bishop Garcia was clearly the leader of the group, but instead of being provoked, he spoke calmly.

"Then Bishop Garcia went back and told Thes Hepburn that the people of Yuss had bread and milk, and that they did not need to worry about food and clothing, and that the splendor of the gods was sprinkled wherever they went. ”

Listening to Garcia's godlike words, Vettels waved his hand in disgust, as if to chase away the flies circling in front of him.

"Your Majesty's words just now made me more and more aware of the foresight of His Majesty Hepburn, and that Yus, like Higg, had been far away from divine grace for too long, and had fallen to the point that he lacked even the last shred of fear of God. However, the power of God is too great for anyone to stop it, and His Majesty Higg has lost his way and returned to the throne of the God of Light. Now looking at the human race of the entire continent, it is up to Your Majesty. As long as Your Majesty is willing to repent of the sins you have committed, the God of Light will surely forgive you, and the people of Yuss will realize that the value of life is not only material take, but also spiritual devotion is more important than bread and milk. ”

Garcia smiled like a stick, as if admonishing a lost lamb.

"If Des Hepburn thinks so highly of Yous, why didn't he come and preach to me himself?"

Vettels asked rhetorically with a smile.

"His Majesty the Pope will naturally come, but not today. When His Majesty Yuss submits to the Throne of Light, His Majesty the Pope will personally come and wash away all sin and filth from your body with holy water, and that day is coming. ”

Garcia still had a magic smile on his face, but a sharp chill was already flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"Hmph, it's up to you?"

Vettels asked with a sneer, pointing with his hand to the circle around him that was enough to easily destroy a small country.

"Your Majesty is a wise man, and you should know that His Majesty the Pope has always had no last resort, and since we are here today, we have made complete preparations and will not miss a beat. ”

Garcia said confidently, but when it came to the end of the plan of Emperor Hepburn, there was still a trace of gloom in front of his eyes, remembering the defeat in the one-sided war, which was the only mistake in the large and small wars after Emperor Hepburn took over the Popecy, and even today the Holy See has not figured out what means the elves used to turn defeat into victory.

"I'm afraid I'm just miscalculated. Yus is not Higg, and even if he can keep me here today, the people outside will not surrender. ”

His Majesty Vettels asked, his eyes flickering.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, even if you fall, the banner of Yous will still fly. ”

Garcia's voice was cold, as if there was a knife hidden in it, and it stabbed straight into Vettels' heart, and for a moment Vettels's face couldn't help but twist, because he understood what the subtext of Garcia's words was.

"Your Majesty, I think we can go. ”

Aland, who had been standing next to Wittels, quietly observing his opponent, suddenly spoke.

"It's time to go. ”

Listening to Aland's words, Wittels sighed.

"You can't go anywhere today!"

Garcia took a step forward, followed by the other nine people who also took a step forward, and with this step, there seemed to be a wave of air in the air, layer by layer, layer by layer, surging towards Vettels and the others.

"Whoa!"

Robes are windless and automatic!

"Click!"

Sweat drips to the ground.

Prince Lawrence felt an invisible mountain pressing on his chest, and he couldn't breathe at all, and cold sweat ran down his cheeks.

"Don't be afraid, follow me for a while. ”

Vettels patted his son on the shoulder, then turned to the chief of the guard, Aland, and said:

"Old friend, I'll leave it to you. ”

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Heywood Rowland is not here today, and they can't stop us. ”

Aland smiled freely, and his tone was contemptuous and completely unfocused on the ten opponents.

"I don't need to do anything, I'm enough. ”

It was Gutesian who spoke, and he stared at Aland tightly from the moment he entered, and his eyes revealed a kind of eagerness and longing when a long-lost lover met.

Who is the first person under the Paladin?

"Boom!"

Gutesian's long sword was slowly drawn, and golden fighting qi gushed out along the gaps in the scabbard, thick as if substance, and purple lightning swam among them, with the sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar.

"Draw your sword and let me see the swordsman's demeanor. ”

Gutsien's voice was as majestic as his sword.

"As you wish. ”

Aland's voice came from a distant distance, and it seemed to be close to his ears, fluctuating. Before the voice fell, the pitch-black scabbard he was carrying at his waist shook, and a long sword with cold light had come to his hand.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the long sword of the person who claimed to be the most proficient at using swords on the continent.

It was an ordinary-shaped longsword, made of steel, mixed with Mithril, the blade was extremely tough, and the blade was smooth without any magic rune carving. It's a pure sword, and if there's anything special about it, it's that it's more slender than a normal broadsword.

"Look at the sword!"

Alander's wrist shook slightly, and the tip of the sword shook and turned into a bright spot, like the first light of the universe, and then it exploded rapidly.