As soon as these words came out, they reprimanded these macho men in leather pants and made them embarrassed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because, if they are just allowed to simply become women and enjoy some benefits, then many macho men will choose to agree.

But if they were to take the priesthood exam, they would wilt.

Because, in order to become priests, those women had to pass dozens of exams.

The content of the exam is extremely complex and difficult.

One of the easiest questions was to ask women to write 16,700 sentences in 36 different scripts!

Later, they will be asked to learn terrible methods such as terrible scar literature, tattoo literature, Pythagorean theorem, and advanced mathematics.

These methods, they feel their heads hurt just by looking at them, and they don't know the simplest words, let alone exams?

However, in order to change their fate, the women in the sacrificial land, in the face of the increasingly difficult priestly examination, did not flinch at all, on the contrary, they were enthusiastic and studied frantically, just to become a priest.

After becoming priests, they also have to study with a female doll called Meng Meng, and they have to take an exam once a month, if they fail to pass the exam, they will suffer a very serious punishment and demotion, and the most serious will even be deprived of their priestly status.

But even so, the number of priestesses slowly but surely increased.

Today, the number of priestesses in the entire place of sacrifice has reached more than 100.

Moreover, three or two more are added every month.

The macho men in leather pants think that they do not have the superior quality of women who are diligent and studious, so they are all honest and obedient and dare not become women.

Therefore, in the face of Montenegro's reprimand, they could only bow their heads and remain silent.

Montenegro was dissatisfied: "Cheer up and surrender to the enemy with me!"

With the encouragement of the old demon of Montenegro, a group of macho men in leather pants are full of energy and fighting spirit!

They scream and scream, and they are about to cut people with their teeth and claws!

Montenegro was overjoyed, so he led them to rush to the front of the two armies:

"Uh...... Where did you come from, bastard, to dare to come to the Holy Land of the Terrans to make trouble? Aren't you afraid that the Terrans will suppress and punish you?"

Montenegro's words frightened the people on the other side into not possessing their bodies: Nima Dan, where did you come out of the scum?

Do the Terrans have holy places? Even if they were, they wouldn't be in the territory of your exhibitionists!

You wear leather pants, and if you don't agree with each other, you have to walk the birds, how can this kind of virtue be qualified to use the general power to oppress people?

"You bastards, don't use righteousness to oppress people!"

"I am the third-class earl of the Wakayi Empire, and today, I obey the queen's order to kill you, the Great Demon King!"

"Great Demon King, let me tell you, since the arrival of the great Queen Wakay, our empire has been invincible and invincible!"

"A self-righteous demon king like you, we've suppressed many of them!"

Montenegro sneered: "Master, I don't care if you are the Queen of Wakayi or the Empress of Kawaii, I only know, Master: You are a human race, and you must surrender to me!"

"Why?" said the Third Earl, who had lived sixty or seventy years, heard such a theory for the first time.

What does it mean that if you are a human race, you must submit to the other party?

Seeing the old man on the other side with a confused face, Montenegro was unhappy: "Stupid, haven't you heard of it?

"Behind me is the Holy Land, and I am the master of the Holy Land!"

"The Human Emperor hasn't appeared yet, so you must surrender to the Master of the Holy Land first!"

The third-class earl was furious, as a nobleman, although he had never been diligent and studious, but, casually reading some books, he had dozens or even hundreds of times more knowledge than ordinary mud legs.

Now, he, a nobleman with knowledge, should be called stupid?

It is a disgrace, and it must be washed away with the blood of the enemy!

What's more, what kind of bullshit is out of the emperor, born in the holy land, this Nima is playing tricks, this is another cult slogan!

Thinking of this, the third-class earl was furious: "Mud legs, you didn't get the permission of Queen Wakayi to promote a cult?

"Up, cut him down!" the Count was furious, he was so angry.

How could he not be annoyed that he was reprimanded by a man of clay legs, "Don't care about aristocratic etiquette, go on, kill him!"

As soon as these words came out, the army behind him was in an uproar!

"Lord Earl, it's just a bunch of mud-legged people, I can poke them to death with a single finger!" a young man in battle armor and armed with a three-pointed and two-edged knife jumped out murderously.

"Carl nephew, your father handed you over to me to let me take you to brush up on military merits, not to let you really go to the battlefield!"

Karl chuckled: "Lord Earl, isn't it a good time to brush up on military exploits? What are the skills of these clay legs? Although the muscles on their bodies are good, do they have blood and fighting energy?"

"I, Carl, am a great professional, I have a three-pointed, two-edged knife, and I chop these mud legs into meat sauce in minutes!"

The third-class earl frowned slightly, a professional, very noble among the mud legs, but, in their eyes, it was just like that.

Especially after more than a year of money, after the arrival of the great Queen Wakayi, the number of professionals in the entire empire increased wildly.

If it weren't for the fact that there are too few career altars in the empire, I'm afraid the number of professionals will be even higher!

A large number of professionals, most of them are from aristocratic backgrounds, and a small number of them are from mud legs.

Those professionals who were born in mud legs, in front of themselves, trembled, and did not dare to make the slightest movement.

They admitted frankly that although they were very powerful, if they were besieged by a group of fierce men, they would be killed in minutes.

Thinking of this, he was all worried, and he wanted to persuade his nephew.

However, in the next moment, his nephew urged his war horse, like a violent wind, to rush to the Black Mountain.

"Jiaolong goes to sea!" the young man Karl roared, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife in his hand tore through the air, like a long rainbow, about to pierce through the chest of the Black Mountain.

Montenegro sneered, stood on the chariot, and didn't even look at each other.

"Bold...... Facing the High Priest, get down on your knees!"

The rider and the guard in front of them roared, and the two of them simultaneously pulled aside their shields and swung them, as if swinging a war hammer, and whipped down heavily.

Bang!

A shield hits a three-pointed two-edged knife, and the three-pointed two-edged knife is sent flying in an instant!

Another shield slammed into Carl's body, bursting his fighting spirit, breaking his muscles and bones, like hitting a rag doll, and instantly pumping Carl out.

Poof!

Carl fell heavily to the ground, his bones were broken, his fighting spirit collapsed, and some bone stubble pierced his heart and lungs, foaming blood in his mouth, rolling his eyes, and he was about to die.

"No......!" the third-class earl's head seemed to have been struck by lightning.

He was entrusted by others to take his nephew to brush up on military merits, but now that the military merits have not been brushed, he has let the other party die, what should Nima do?

"Kill...... Kill them all!" roared the Earl.