The theft of believers - a miracle belonging to the Catholic Church of God.

Its extravagant consumption and harsh activation conditions made Han Dongwen feel that he had no chance to use this skill for a while.

The damage dealt by the first hit is reduced, and when the target does not immediately enter hostile after the first hit is completed, the miracle can be set to work, greatly increasing the damage of the second hit.

This is really hard to think of how to apply it, after all, the conditions require that you not enter a hostile state, even if you tie people in place, you can't resist with your fists and feet, you can't move, as long as you still have the desire to attack, it must be a hostile state.

But it is clear that now the miracle has finally worked.

Yang Oli, who was standing in front of Han Dongwen, the first thing he wanted to do was not to attack him, but to continue to fulfill the shepherd's covenant.

At this time, the indescribable deep power that Han Dongwen's body was churning up and down made him understand very clearly that the Believer's Theft had been successfully launched.

"It's my turn."

Looking at the wound on Yang Oli's hand that kept pouring blood, Han Dongwen was silent for a moment and looked up into his eyes: "How many war-torn orphans like you with Simeng blood are there in the Principality of West Asia, are all of them in the hands of the church?"

Although not everyone with the color of Simeng is a spy, and he cannot use such crude means to screen the complex intelligence operations between the two countries, it is also a good thing for Han Dongwen to understand the arrangements of some West Asian principalities.

"Are we like this?"

Listening to Han Dongwen's question, Yang Oli raised his eyebrows: "What do you call us like this, even if you have yellow skin and black hair, or are you like me, who were exiled in the frontier when Jingzong divided the five cities?" “

Han Dongwen pondered for a moment and said, "Like you, people who were displaced when the Five Cities fell. “

What he really wanted to know was how many war-torn orphans like Yang Oli and Guo Jack had mastered by the Divine Episcopal Church of the Principality of West Asia when it seized the Five Cities, these people had no worries, were quite fanatical in their beliefs, dared to fight and kill, and were easy to get confused, which was really an unstable factor that Simeng had to be afraid of.

"Here, twenty or thirty people."

Yang Oli's expression was a little serious, and he gestured with his chin to nude behind him: "Counting the more than ten or twenty compatriots in the Mingluo Medicine Workshop, there are more than forty people in charge of the attack on the Heavenly Eagle City, and I will count the mobile people alone, there should be a total of more than 100 Simeng West Asians to participate in the mission, and the actual war orphans are about a little more than this number, but they can't escape this range." “

After Yang Oli finished speaking, Han Dongwen stood in place and waited for about four or five seconds, until there was no vision of holy light descending from the sky, and he was relieved.

More than a hundred?

Then, the thirteen Yihong Mansions, each with more than 10 people, shows that in some places it is just the guerrillas of West Asia pretending to be soldiers to make trouble, and in other places, like Aquila City, there are already West Asian people ambushing in them.

All of these undercover agents are under the orders of the church, and maybe even under the control of the priest named Gascoen, which ......

This hidden danger is too huge!

"Burn them all!"

With a solemn prayer, the long sword in Yang Oli's hand ignited a blazing holy fire, and this time the target of the slash was Han Dongwen's left arm, and this knife came down, as if it was going to cut him as a human stick.

Still pretending to be in pain, still pretending to be hard, Han Dongwen still gritted his teeth and tightened the bleeding, burning and scorching wound, panting and looking at Yang Oli.

"Crack!"

"Whew——!"

A few loud noises came, and the two of them turned their heads to look in the direction of Guo Jack, only to see that the huge wave was jumping up and down, and the Yihong Building next to him had broken a few beams and pillars, and it looked like it would fall down a few floors if it withstood a few more collisions.

"Sect Master, come and do something, Sect Master!"

A group of players shouted from the sidelines, Yang Kai jumped up and down in the air alone, but he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and from time to time several lines of ice shot out of his hands, there were sword arrays, chains, and sledgehammers, but they were always easily knocked away by the giant wolf, or torn into debris.

What's even worse is that this giant wolf has obviously decided to bite and kill Yang Kai, and always seizes every opportunity to attack Yang Kai, who is soaring in mid-air.

Even though Yang Kai was able to dodge, the whole person was still jumping up and down like a fly dodging a slap, his back was already soaked with cold sweat, and his face was full of anxiety and helplessness.

After many battles, he had discovered a desperate fact - he couldn't help the strange giant wolf in front of him at all, if it hadn't attracted some of its attention right now, he was afraid that the Yihong Mansion would be demolished by it.

"Could it be that you still have the luxury of expecting Yang Kai's ability to turn the tide?"

Looking at the direction of Yihong Mansion, Yang Oli sneered: "Jack and I have long known the strength of this person, you still have to die of this heart." ”

Han Dongwen looked at Yang Kai who was hiding in the air, and his face was blue and he didn't make a sound.

He had thought that Yang Kai was very vegetable, but he somewhat thought that he would be able to delay a little time.

In fact, the whole purpose of a sect like the Han Ying Sect is to cultivate disciples who can enter the Law Division, so as to add some weight to Yang Kai's own status in the Law Division.

If it is an analogy, it is like the kind of professional training class for civil servants, Yang Kai is just the founder of this kind of training class, and it is unrealistic to expect how much ability he has.

But......

But don't be like that!

Han Dongwen scolded Yang Kai angrily in his heart, and looked back at Yang Oli: "Don't worry, just ask, your time is running out." ”

Yang Oli grinned, showing a disapproving look.

But there was still a trace of pain and unwillingness between his eyebrows.

After planning for a long time, and even sacrificing Jack, what he got was a farce, and the people he wanted to save had already returned to the Principality of West Asia, so wouldn't it be completely meaningless for them to make a big fuss here?

In this case, it is better to end the shepherd's covenant as soon as possible, lead all the people to fight a bloody road, and evacuate!

With such a decision in his heart, Yang Oli raised his head suddenly: "Just ask me again, you look like a person with a lot of questions." ”

Han Dongwen looked at his eyes and thought about it in his heart.

What is the information available now?

First, this beast yin is a famous church created by the Church of God in the Principality of West Asia, and the key figure is a priest named Gascoen.

Second, the cult organization of the Fathers Gascoen, who had nurtured no less than 100 people and was composed of Simeng orphans, was a force to be reckoned with.

The wounds on Han Dongwen's left leg and arm were already shocking and miserable, even if he aimed at the most basic action like walking, he could only endure another stab in his right leg.

This question needs to be carefully considered, is it to ask him about the attitude of the Grand Duke? Or ask him about the secrets of the Episcopal Church of God?

No, not really......

Officials at the bottom of the church, who are used as cannon fodder, have very limited access to information.

In this case, he only needs to say "I don't know" to escape the divine punishment of the shepherd's covenant.

"Tell me about a West Asian spy like you, and I ask that this person doesn't know me, my identity, or everything that happened in Aquila."

Han Dongwen resolutely stood in front of Yang Oli and stepped out of his right leg.

"Someone else's message?"

Yang Oli was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, and showed a cruel angry look towards Han Dongwen:

"Do you think you can run away? You think you'll make it to the end?! ”

At such a critical juncture of your death, Han Dongwen was obviously thinking about catching a fish, which made Yang Oli feel a kind of humiliation inexplicably, he gritted his teeth, and waved a loop with the long sword in his hand, pointing at the tip of Han Dongwen's nose: "Okay, I also ask you a question, who are you, and what benefits can the Grand Duke get after this adulterous slippery thing is done?" ”

Han Dongwen took a deep breath, and his intact right arm touched the dagger behind him.

Three......

Two......

"Bone splitting!"

The figures of the two struck together like electricity, swords struck each other, and the sound of the crash fell through the air, and their figures stood together.

Yang Oli's long sword had already penetrated Han Dongwen's right leg from top to bottom, and as a result, Han Dongwen could only collapse on Yang Oli's body, supporting his weight like a hug.

The figures of the two of them were as still as statues, and Yang Oli looked up at the sky and muttered in distraction...... Yi Xueyin, who is in the border island, is the most beloved sister of Jack and me in the church......"

He looked down at Han Dongwen, and his voice was gradually weakening: "You...... Don't, don't hurt her......"

His pupils were dilated, and his mouth was gasping for air.

Han Dongwen looked at him silently, even though he leaned on Yang Oli, his remaining intact right hand still clenched the dagger, and it slashed across Yang Oli's legs.

"Wook!"

There were a few muffled sounds, and the tibia of Yang Oli's legs all burst, piercing the skin from the flesh and bones, and blood bloomed out of Yang Oli's thighs like a ring, and the skin and flesh of his legs were broken, and the two of them collapsed to the ground together.

The effect of the Believer's Theft occurred, and under the huge increase, Yang Oli's legs were already broken, even if this was not a vital point, such injuries were still more than auspicious.

The winner is decided.

Victory or defeat on the battlefield is the difference between life and death.

Han Dongwen leaned on Yang Oli's shoulder, threw away the dagger, slowly but resolutely grabbed his hair with his right hand, and approached his ear tiredly and relieved.

"Benefits?"

"The Grand Duke will not receive any benefit."

"Who am I?"

"I'm not from the church, I'm not from the Grand Duke, I'm not from West Asia, I'm not anybody you know."

Han Dongwen paused and said the last sentence slowly but resolutely.

"I am the king of this Simeng."

Remember 114 Chinese in 1 second: