Leaving behind the noisy hall, Margrethe III led the group to a small conference room.

Next to the oval-shaped long table, dozens of high-backed chairs are placed.

St. Attila and Rafa, as well as several old men in pale gold robes, and several old women in pale silver robes, all of whom were obviously clergymen with important positions in the Church, sat expressionlessly in their chairs and drank tea.

Seeing Margrethe III bring people in, the clergy slowly stood up and saluted Margrethe III.

Margrethe III took Joe's hand tightly and pulled him to sit at the main end of the long table.

Joe, sitting next to Margaret III.

Such treatment......

St. Attila and other clergy widened their eyes.

Salian grew more and more embarrassed.

Isaac's gaze flickered with more and more strange light.

And Conrad, Freret, father and son's eyes were a little red.

As for the three ancestors and grandchildren, the fact that Qiao knocked down Hillman with three punches was like five thunderbolts, so shocked that they hadn't come back to their senses until now, they followed in like walking corpses, and they stayed in a daze after sitting down.

The group sat quietly for a while.

In the footsteps, several well-maintained old men, who looked to be in their early sixties, with ruddy complexions and smooth skin, but whose eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, slowly walked in through another door.

The old men did not greet anyone, and they slowly sat down at the end away from Margrethe III, and then let out a soft cough at the same time.

Mata XIII waved his hand, and a guard walked in and served hot tea to a few old fellows.

Several old men opened the teacup, took a sip of hot tea in unison, and then sat up straight, like the gaze of an old fox, quickly swept over Qiao's face.

"Is this little guy, what you think is the hope for dealing with the abyss?" An old man tapped his finger on the table: "Okay, since it's your choice...... You will bear all the consequences. ”

With a gloomy face, Saint Attila preemptively attacked the old man: "Your Excellency Zoa, is this the attitude of El?" The whole continent is in danger, and this is the attitude of your El? ”

The old man Zoa rolled his eyes: "Mr. Attila......"

Rafa interjected: "Your Excellency Zoa, please maintain the due respect for Your Majesty...... You should be honored as St. Attila's Coronation! ”

Zoya laughed a few times in a weird 'hehe': "Your Majesty? Ah, in the face of infinite knowledge and absolute truth, there is no 'saint', let alone a 'crown'...... All beings that can be dissected by knowledge are equal and balanced. ”

Zoya tapped her finger on the table again: "Even, those so-called gods that the church enshrines...... In Al's heart, they are only slightly stronger......"

Santtila jumped to his feet, as did several old men in pale gold robes.

In order to defend their gods, in order to maintain their faith, several old men picked up their scepters and struck at several old El Order.

The room area is limited, perhaps because of the existence of Margrethe III and others, a few old gods did not use any magic or other powers, and several old guys from the El Organization also did not use extraordinary powers.

They were like a bunch of lowest-level ruffians, grinning and fighting together.

Soon, the scepter-wielding old gods took the upper hand, and used their well-made scepters to beat several old El Formation guys all over the head.

Margrethe III waited until a few old fellows were beaten and screamed, and then she scolded majestically: "Enough, noble gentlemen, even if you don't care about your own decency, you have to think about it, you are all old, how many of you died here...... The Delen Empire will definitely not take responsibility for this. ”

A group of guards arrived belatedly and forcibly separated the old guys who had been beaten together.

A group of old fellows dismounted down the slope and returned to their seats one by one, panting.

Several old priests of the Yingui Church exuded silver brilliance all over their bodies, and in the divine light, the slight skin injuries of several old god sticks healed rapidly.

The old guys of the El Organization don't have that kind of treatment.

They muttered in a low voice, angrily pulled out the crystal bottle of potion, and drank it down, their injuries disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Margrethe III's face was extremely gloomy.

Mata XIII coughed and took two steps forward.

Before Mata XIII could speak, Joe patted Margrethe III's hand on the palm of his hand, then stood up and coughed heavily.

"Ladies of the Church, gentlemen of Al...... I ask you to have absolute respect for our Majesty the Empress, and for my great-grandmother, who has touched me inexplicably and a little unacceptable. ”

St. Attila, Rafa, and a few golden-robed old fellows blinked their eyes and said nothing.

One of El's elders looked up and looked at Joe with a sneering smile, "If, I refuse?" ”

Joe looked at him with a smile.

The power of crimson is boiling.

The power of the abyss roars.

In the void, a flash of black electric light flickered, and the well-maintained veteran exploded.

The blood spread evenly on the ground.

This patriarch has nothing left.

"That's the answer." Jo shook Margaret III's hand and said coldly, "No matter what form she is, whether it is the old grandmother of the old grandmother's tavern, or Her Majesty the Empress of the Empire, you, these groups, ants...... Must, keep, respect! ”

A thick black mist erupted from Joe's body.

In the mist, a lifelike hydra that had condensed into substance emerged.

To everyone's horror - the nine huge heads of this hydra are not ordinary snake heads, but nine dragon-like dragon heads.

All the gods of the church, whether it was an old man or an old woman, all took a deep breath of cold air.

Hydra's head turned into a dragon's head, and the mist-like phantom turned into a flesh-like entity, without any change in its own body, and the meaning of this was well known to those who were a little knowledgeable.

Murmur, Hild, and Marge closed their mouths and stared at Joe with a hellish look on their faces.

Several elders of the El Organization who wanted to revolt shut their mouths and nodded to Qiao with a smile on their faces.

Saint-Attila and Rafa looked at each other, and they stood up and saluted Joe.

Several white-haired old priests of the Silver Cinnamon Church stood up with a smile, and one of them said in a deep voice: "Joe, Leah is a devout disciple of my lord, and you have received the badge of a saint of my lord...... We are family. ”

Joe rolled his eyes and slammed his fist on the table.

"Less nonsense, I want to know, what's going on now...... Abyss consciousness, what's wrong with it? ”