When Zhou Yang entered the negotiation room, the two sides were debating fiercely and were engrossed, so much so that none of the wizards and priests in the room found Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang sat in the chandelier and listened for a while, then figured out the differences between the two sides, immediately made a simple plan, and then jumped from the chandelier to the center of the long table.

He deliberately increased the force of the fall, and slammed it on the table, making a loud bang, shaking the ground and trembling, but the table top was not broken!

The sound caught everyone's attention.

All eyes were focused on this strange uninvited guest.

"Ahem, hello everybody!"

Zhou Yang raised his hand to say hello, and then before they could react, he pulled out the two Red Lotus Armor standard battle knives, and the whirlwind generally blew past the representative of the Yefimovich Golden Oak Leaf Regiment.

More than a dozen heads were neatly placed on the conference table, but the headless body was still sitting upright on the chair.

Blood gushed wildly, and the huge room was immediately filled with a pungent smell of blood.

Zhou Yang is a young man, and he doesn't feel much about this smell, but the priests sitting across the table can't stand it.

In the blink of an eye, the negotiation turned into a massacre, and the negotiation opponents had no heads, and this bloody and terrifying scene coupled with the stimulation of the taste made the priests' faces turn like earth, and those who were weak in bearing it bent down and vomited on the spot.

Zhou Yang returned to the center of the conference table, faced the leader of the Orthodox delegates, and stuck his knife on the conference table, "Look, how simple it is, isn't this difference resolved?" ”

"Evil spirits!" A middle-aged priest next to him exclaimed in shock, picked up the Bible as thick as a brick on the table in front of him, and smashed it with his hand.

Zhou Yang stretched out his hand to catch it, and threw it back, and a guy smashed the priest to the point that his head was bleeding, "I can't recite the scriptures, you can't throw bricks, and what about evil spirits, what kind of broken eyes, come, come, what do you say I am?" ”

The leader of the delegation was an old man in his sixties, but he did not have the usual bloated figure of an old Russian, he had no belly at all, his waist was straight, and his spirit was extremely healthy.

Seeing Zhou Yang catch the Bible and throw it back with an understatement, his eyes couldn't help shrinking.

The Bible is a holy thing, untouchable to evil spirits!

Those who can casually smash the Bible as a brick cannot be an evil spirit.

But the one in front of him is obviously a spirit.

In the classification of the Holy See, there are only two types of spirits!

If it's not an evil spirit, then there is only another possibility.

"You are the Holy Spirit!" The old priest asked cautiously.

"That's pretty much it." Zhou Yang nodded, the Holy Spirit is a special term for the Holy See, and it actually refers to the Yuan Infant, which has been demonstrated in a professional paper in the future.

Whether it is the Holy Spirit or the Yuan Infant, it is a rare thing that has not been seen in the world for many years.

The old priest couldn't help but be excited, immediately stood up and straightened his collar, and bowed his head deeply to Zhou Yang, "High Priest Kirill. Proudov, I send you the highest greetings, Lord Holy Spirit! We have been looking forward to the Lord's message for many years. The Patriarch is still praying in the cathedral now, you ......"

"I'll see him in a moment." Zhou Yang waved his hand, "Let's talk about one thing first, this Yefimovich Golden Oak Leaf Regiment is not a good thing, you don't get involved with them, I'll give you a point, you go and talk to your new partners about your status in Russia in the future." ”

Father Kirill hesitated a little, "Working with the Yefimovich Golden Oak Regiment is a decision made by the Council of Patriarchs and Priests, and I have no power to change it, is it your first sight of the Patriarch......"

Zhou Yang waved his hand and pointed outward, "Just outside, the 58th Regiment of the 42nd Motor Infantry Division of the North Caucasus Military Region is coming, preparing to bombard the summer palace and end your negotiations!" If you don't want to die under the shelling, you can talk to their commander and meet General Ivanovich. As for your patriarch, I will certainly go to see you, and he will certainly agree with me. However, I'm going to pick up something first, it's not easy for your patriarch for so many years, I have to bring some greeting gifts when I go to see him! ”

Father Kirill was still hesitant.

The Holy Spirit is naturally infallible, but the Holy See has its own position and attitude, and there have been times in history when the Holy Spirit came into the world, which does not mean that the Holy See will completely obey the Holy Spirit's message every time.

To the earth shall be to the earth, to the Holy See what is to the Holy See, and to God what is God's.

The Holy See has always made this matter very clear.

"This is the Holy Spirit's message to you, so what's the point of hesitation?" Zhou Yang seemed to unconsciously touch the handle of the war knife inserted on the table in front of him.

The war knife that had cut off the heads of more than a dozen people, the blade was shiny, there were no gaps and no blood, and it emitted a trace of cold light.

Father Kirill's gaze swept from the war knife to Zhou Yang's back, and when he saw the bloody background, he suddenly had an epiphany.

Although the Holy See is large, the Holy Spirit in front of him is obviously greater, and it is always wrong for a priest to obey the instructions of the Holy Spirit.

Well, even if there is a mistake, the Patriarch will definitely forgive him.

"You're right." Kirill firmed, "I'm going to send someone out to talk to the military!" ”

"That's right." Zhou Yang laughed with satisfaction, "Yes, you are a very promising priest, I think it should be no problem to be a great patriarch." After saying that, he pulled out the knife, thrust it behind him, and disappeared with a swish.

Father Kirill shuddered involuntarily, and a priest next to him whispered like a thief, "High priest, is he really the Holy Spirit?" I've never heard of so, so, uh, so bloodthirsty Holy Spirit! ”

"He must be the Holy Spirit!" Father Kirill drew a cross on his chest, "God is as powerful as a mountain, the Holy Spirit has descended, and the destruction of the city and the country is just a thought, what is the point of cutting off a few heads?" Harrier, do not doubt the truth of the Lord! Or do you think there is no danger in doubting this Holy Spirit? ”

The priest looked at the heads of the table and immediately bowed his head deeply, "No, no, the Holy Spirit is above, I definitely didn't mean that. ”

Zhou Yang did not wait for the priests of the Holy See to come out and contact the military.

He was in a hurry, and he had to clean up the last of his hands.

When he killed Yefimovich Golden Oak Leaf Regiment, he directly brought out several souls, including the leader of the negotiating group, a very imposing old wizard.

He was the only one who resisted when Zhou Yang made a move, recited a spell, formed a shield around his body, and even rubbed a fireball out to prepare to launch, but Zhou Yang slashed over, and all his responses were useless.

Zhou Yang found a room, conducted a simple interrogation of these souls, and obtained the information about the location of Yefimovich's Golden Oak Regiment and the leader of Yefimovic.