Thirty against a thousand.

Whoever looks at it is a battle of great disparity.

But the demon suppression soldiers in Middle-earth were not only not afraid, but instead slashed with rune swords, and shouted in their mouths: "Kill!" ”

This "kill" was full of momentum, and with the sound, the thirty demon suppression soldiers also took a step forward in unison, and the indomitable courage suddenly pressed the mummy on the opposite side of the commotion.

They were in a commotion uneasily, some timid guys were looking at each other, but the bold guys were not to be outdone, and tried to take the same step forward, at least the momentum could not be lost.

But before they could take a step, the thirty demon suppressors shouted again, and marched forward in order.

Murderous, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

The faces of the people and ghosts who watched the excitement around changed color.

The power of the Demon Soldiers of Middle-earth even seemed to them to be secretly terrified.

It is rumored that the demon soldiers of Middle-earth can guard the curseless road for decades without making mistakes, and they really have their own uniqueness.

Compared to the underground skull tombs in Paris, the Guillotine Valley in North America, and the endless corpse fields of the Great Rift Valley, these are also passages connecting the underground world, and they are also guarded by local exorcists.

But in reality?

Every decade or decades, there are always some undead zombies and other things that come out of the ground and cause trouble to the world.

The exorcists of the West simply cannot be completely suppressed.

Thirty demon suppression soldiers advanced step by step, although there were only thirty people, but the more than a thousand mummies on the opposite side who were suppressed did not dare to advance, and even began to retreat.

But Pharaoh George had a little hang on his face. In front of the whole world, more than a thousand mummies were frightened by the thirty demon suppression soldiers and retreated, am I shameless?

There was a violent soul fluctuation from his huge palanquin: "One step back! Take it and feed the scarabs! ”

The scarab beetle, a species of corpse cockroach, is found under the tombs of the pyramids.

On weekdays, they feed on the remains of mummies, and when there is no food, they become dehydrated and fall into a deep sleep. Until a living person or a mummy approaches, it will turn around again and pounce on it to eat the meat.

The mummies were most afraid of the scarab, and with a slight turn of their simple souls and tattered brains, they knew that it was better to die in the scarab's mouth than to be chopped into a skeleton of bones by a rune sword.

What's more, there are only thirty people on the other side.

Even if you have enough momentum, what can you do?

Everyone rushed up, and the pile could kill them.

Under the threat of scarabs, the group of mummies also erupted in hysterical madness.

They roared and rushed forward with their tattered weapons.

It's just that the roar sounds like a howl to me.

Seeing that the two sides were about to fight together, suddenly a white beam of light flew rapidly from a distance, falling between the mummy and the demon suppressor like a meteor catching the moon.

The eyes of the person who were pierced by the white light hurt, and even the demon suppressor couldn't help but squint his eyes, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

At the same time, a majestic voice came from the white light: "The Holy Lord has an order!" Middle-earth and the Mummy Corps must not fight! ”

"The Crodo Bridge is the first to be set foot on by Middle-earth, and it should be Middle-earth to cross the bridge first!"

"Pharaoh Joze, please restrain your men!"

The white light gradually dissipated, revealing an old man in a red robe.

He holds a Bible in his left hand and a staff in his right.

A white gem on the staff shone like a small sun.

The white light just now emanated from the scepter.

Tchaikov's expression changed, he bent down and said, "I've seen Archbishop Anthony. ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

Archbishops and archsorcerers are not the same concept.

Great Divine Magician is more like a noble title, and only a Divine Magician who has reached the peak of the A-rank can be called a Great Divine Magician.

But the archbishop is different.

They were dressed in red and were the real powerful figures of the Temple.

No matter how powerful the Great Magician is, he must be under the direct jurisdiction of the Temple.

And the person who directly governs is the cardinal archbishop.

Hearing that it was the Holy Lord's order, there was a wave of exclamation from all around.

The Holy Lord Divine Dragon saw the head but not the tail, and few people had seen his face.

But when it comes to fame, even the beggars on the roadside know the temple and know the holy lord.

Since he ordered that no fighting should be allowed, if Middle-earth and the Mummy Corps continued to fight, it would be a loss of face to the Holy Lord.

Qian Bulai shouted in a deep voice: "Stop! ”

The thirty demon suppression soldiers stopped in an instant, and the indomitable momentum finally stopped.

Pharaoh Joze's soul fluctuations were still lazy: "Stand down! ”

"Now that the Holy Lord has spoken, this face still has to be given."

"But the demon suppressors of Middle-earth, I really hope that you can leave the Holy City safely, so that this king can also suck your blood with his own hands!"

Archbishop Anthony said coldly: "Pharaoh José is serious, as long as he enters the Holy City, the Holy City has the obligation to protect his personal safety. ”

"Mr. Qian, please!"

Qian Bu said: "Put away the knife!" ”

Thirty demon suppression soldiers put their knives into the sheath with brushes, and their movements were neat and uniform, which was pleasing to the eye.

He said to Archbishop Anthony: "Since the Temple has come to preside over the Yin-Yang Peace Conference, I hope it will be fairer and more just. ”

"Like the actions of the Great Tchaikov Sorcerer, Middle-earth does not want to happen again. Otherwise, Middle-earth will use its own war knife to fight for its own rights! ”

Grand Priest Tchaikov was furious: "The money will not come!" What do you mean! ”

Qian Bulai said coldly: "I mean, if you are a human being, you should be a good person!" You have to collude with demons and demons, and you can simply wipe your neck by yourself, don't be this person! ”

After finishing speaking, Qian Bulai bowed his hand slightly to Archbishop Anthony, which was regarded as a salute.

Then he led people to catch up with the convoy in front without looking back.

Tchaikov's old face was flushed, and he was so ridiculed in front of countless people who watched the excitement, his face was completely lost.

But Archbishop Anthony had not yet spoken, and he could only stare honestly at the beard, but did not dare to refute.

Archbishop Anthony glanced at Tchaikov and said, "Great Tchaikov, the Holy Lord's meaning has been very clear, our purpose is to settle the ownership of 9.6 million square kilometers of land in Middle-earth, and to create a relatively peaceful and prosperous world for the whole world. ”

"But that doesn't mean that the exorcists of Middle-earth are the ones we can humiliate at will!"

"I hope that the next time you encounter this kind of thing, you can handle it fairly. Either way, we're all humans, not corpses. ”

After saying that, the scepter in Archbishop Anthony's hand bloomed with a brilliant white light, and the white light soon pierced people's eyes.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, but when I looked at it again, Archbishop Anthony had disappeared from the spot.

Only a white meteor streaked across the sky, heading towards the Holy City.

I was horrified in my heart and whispered, "S-class! ”

That's right, Anthony is a master of the S-class.

The sense of coercion brought by the fluctuation of the soul made me dare not visit directly.

This is another super strong man who has walked the path of conscience.

From entering the Holy City until now, I have met two real S-class powerhouses.

One is the FBI's man in black, David Smith.

One was the newly departed Templar Cardinal, Anthony.

This is still a strong man on the surface.

Secretly, I don't know how many masters are still hidden.

I'm worried.

If Wei Wuguo leads the team this time, I still have full confidence.

After all, in my opinion, whether it is against the old gods or against the capital, Wei Wuguo has never really been defeated.

Not only does he deserve the title of the strongest man in Middle-earth, but even in the world, there are only a few people who can match him.

But now that Wei Wuguo is not there, Mr. Hu is only A-level.

Without a real S-class sitting, there is no voice in the meeting.

Now I just hope that the boss can go through the road of conscience as soon as possible and become a real S-class.

Or Chu Wu can come in time.

If he came here, he must have gone through the path of conscience and become an S-level powerhouse.

There are many strong people in Middle-earth, but there are also many places where Middle-earth needs strong people.

The battlefield of the uncursed road, the battlefield of Liaodong, there are still people sitting in Kyoto to prevent the old gods from stealing the house, and they also set aside manpower to guard the land of the undead.

Anyway, it's messy, it's messy, and the number of masters is seriously insufficient.

Otherwise, to participate in this kind of international conference, there must be an S-class powerhouse in charge no matter what.