Chapter 721: A Friend Comes from Far Away (4)

In fact, all this mess doesn't matter, the Holy See has the rules of the Holy See, and the Holy Warrior has the precepts of the Holy Warrior. But why did the Pope put Apia of Varro to death? She's not really a "lost #festival goddess" at all! It's just that he didn't depart from "humanity" before entering the Holy See. But what does it matter? Hadn't she finished her studies of the canons and rituals in the Convent of Original Sin? This kind of innate human nature, "original sin", is not something unforgivable, right?

Could it be just because of the "betrayal" of a silver-level holy warrior in the Publius family? Just because you didn't get this goddess and lost such a little bit of face? But these are Noumeria questions, why be angry with poor Appia? Or......

Because Varro was a member of the House of Publius. The relationship with Manus, the Great Emperor of the Sanctuary, is not close, but it is not far away. The Pope is just using this matter to "knock" the royal family of the Sanctuary? A warning to these guys who are negative about jihad?

Anyway, Varro is not a bastard who will revive the war between the royal family and the Holy See for the sake of a woman. So he wouldn't really rebel against the Holy See anyway. Under the double suppression of this sentimentality and dignity, as a man, as the "Sword Saint" in the minds of all beings on the Iris Star. He couldn't really be a shrunken turtle, not saying anything, not doing anything. It is said that Varro's own temperament is also upright and paranoid. Not at all a person who can keep such a thing in his heart. Is the Pope deliberately pressuring him at all? Take this opportunity to use such an inexplicable way to succumb to death a gold-level holy warrior who belongs to the royal family and is faintly threatening to the Holy See?

Surrender to the death of a powerful gold-level holy warrior by martyrdom......

Addressing Threat ......

Thinking of the many "not religious" thoughts that had just come to him, Romecios suddenly felt a chill in his heart. If one day you really doubt your beliefs...... What will the Holy See do with itself? Would the great, "divine" and devoid of "humanity" pope, take into account the camaraderie of all these years?

Just as Romecios was thinking nonsense, he bowed his head slightly. He didn't expect that Barthes beside him couldn't help but do it at all!

......

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Even a miscellaneous person like you kid deserves to pretend to be a holy son? Don't stain Uncle Ben's ears and eyes! ”

"Hurry up and show the forged holy seal! Let Uncle Ben smash you inch by inch and smash the gods, so don't disgust the gods, wouldn't it be boring to send down heavenly punishments? ”

While scolding, Barth stood up suddenly. Finally shook the broken bamboo rattan chair that had been stuck with his wide fart# strand to collapse. Stretched out his left hand and grabbed Tang Yun's left wrist!

"Show it to me, uncle!"

Tang Yun said in his heart that he really wanted to be crooked, it seemed that the other party had nothing to do with that Father Soros at all, but he came to be his holy son. This seems like a more serious accusation, right?

Tang Yun, who had no awareness of the identity of the Holy Son, and who did not know much about the various taboos and forms of the Erixing society, suddenly felt that the problem was a little "small" and serious. But he didn't frown, he exerted his strength, stepped on the ground, twisted his waist, sent his shoulders, and raised his elbows! The force went from his heel to the wrist that was being grabbed by Barth, and then he stood up against the downward pressure of the opponent's wrist.

"Want to see the Holy Seal?"

"Then you have to show some skills!"

......

"Don't be ashamed! ...... Well? The little cub is so strong? ”

......

One of the two grabbed each other's wrists and pressed them down, and the other turned them up with their wrists. This action does not look like a fight, but has become a popular wrestling sport in the old calendar, breaking wrists.

Bart is a gold-level holy warrior, even if he doesn't wear aether armor, his strength must not be lower than that of a bronze-level holy warrior wearing aether armor. If you put together combat experience and skills, even a guy with an iron tungsten level won't take it seriously. In particular, he is also the most powerful of the twelve holy warriors who have entered the world. When fighting, it is also a brute bull style that breaks through skill. But the other party, an ordinary, small guy with not many inflated muscles, actually had a tie with him, which ......

Barthes's pair of ringed eyes began to sweep towards Tang Yun's body and back in confusion, and even sniffed with a snort. There is no breath of aether at all.

Such a lot of strength, such a physical strength...... Could it be that Baili Fei is also a gold-level holy warrior?

Tang Yun was also shocked, but he didn't have much experience fighting with holy warriors, so he didn't think about it so much.

With the continuous training and the transformation of Sibo's body, Tang Yun's physique became stronger and stronger. And he was getting older, how could a young man of eighteen or nineteen and the fourteen-year-old boy who had just escaped from the Apocalypse concentration camp be the same concept?

As far as he is concerned. On the side of the Federation, there are not many people who can fight with Tang Yun with their own efforts. I'm afraid that only Young Master Du, who eats East Lake Mohu gallbladders every day, has a little hope for Du Feng.

The other party is so strong? The rammer in front of him must be wearing the ether armor! Then there's no need to keep your hands on it.

As he spoke, he saw some indescribable movements under the sleeve of Tang Yun's left arm, as if something was swimming in it. Immediately after, a stream of golden-colored liquid metal began to pour out from the cuff of Tang Yun's left hand. It condensed into a spike and stabbed the artery in Barthes's left wrist!

"This!"

"This ......"

Without the Aether Armor, control the "power of the bloodline" out of thin air?

Where do the two dare to be careless? Again, Barth used all his brute force to pull his left hand back. With his right hand, he clenched his fist and smashed it into Tang Yun's chest! Tang Yun did not show weakness, and used the "entanglement" strength of ancient martial arts, and his left hand held the opponent's left hand that was originally holding his wrist. While tossing and turning, his right hand slightly blocked twice. The golden spike grew longer and sharper, reaching Barth's wrist. What awaits Barth is immediately a tragedy of blood splattering!

Romecios naturally couldn't watch dryly, he kicked and smashed the suitcase that was casually placed under the bamboo and rattan chair, and as the crystal barrel in the box broke, a sticky, soft, and disgusting aether armor was like the tentacles of an octopus, "wrapping" around Romecios's ankles, and "climbing" upwards along his legs and waist at an incredible speed.

Romecios' aether armor "climbed" on his back as it continued to grow along his shoulders and arms! When this slimy parasite climbed up Romecios's wrist and shot straight at Tang Yun along the back of his hand and index finger, it had completely changed its appearance!