At the same time as the vampires fell to the ground, he also removed the man's cloak from his head, which was a very cold face, bald, with a scarlet cross tattooed on half of his face. The moment they saw this face, a trace of horror immediately appeared on the faces of several vampires over there, they didn't dare to stay here too much, and left the bar with a lot of urine.

And Donald, who was next to me, was the first to mutter: "It turned out to be him, Roger, the youngest bishop under the Pope of Light."

"You know him?" I asked. "Acquaintance." Donald replied: "Roger has a great reputation in the Western Underworld, he once destroyed thirteen demons alone on the side of Rome, he is the youngest bishop of the Holy See of Light, and he is also one of the four bishops under the Pope, the white cardinal, he is friends with Commander Moreau, so he is only now back here to help Commander Moreau."

Speaking of this, Donald's words changed and said: "But it's very strange, since the Blood Clan overthrew our Reaper's regime, in order to avoid conflict with the Blood Clan, the Holy See of Light has always avoided our Reaper and refused to help us Reaper, and even the Pope has ordered before that all believers who have contact with the Reaper will be dealt with as treason once discovered, and this Roger, as the white bishop of the Holy See of Light, how dare he come to help our leader at such a critical time."

At this time, Roger walked to Moreau's side, looking at Moreau's decadent appearance at this time, Roger frowned slightly.

He stood in front of Moreau for about ten seconds, and there was still a trace of helplessness on his face, and finally he didn't say anything in front of Moreau, but turned around and walked towards us. Roger had already discovered our presence, so it wouldn't be abrupt for us to come to our side at this time.

The three Donald immediately walked up to Roger and greeted him.

Roger smiled at the three Donalds, then looked back at us and asked, "You are the friends that Moreau met in the East?" I forgot my gaze, and the moment my eyes touched, I could clearly feel the sharpness emanating from Roger's eyes, and I nodded and smiled, and said, "Moreau is my English teacher at university."

"Good." Roger replied: "Two years ago, Morrow helped our Holy See of Light recover our Holy Grail and did us a great favor to the Holy See of Light, but when the Judgment of the Grim Reaper was attacked by the Blood Clan, our Holy See had to stand still due to various considerations, and this is because we can't stand the Grim Reaper."

I didn't bother to listen to Roger's explanation, and said bluntly: "In that case, why are you openly helping Moreau at this time, aren't you afraid of being punished by your pope?" "Half a month ago, the Holy Grail of our Holy See was stolen by the Blood Clan, and now the Pope has gone to the Roman headquarters, intending to bring a holy weapon from there, since the Blood Clan has hit our Holy See with the idea, then we naturally can't sit still." Speaking of this, Roger's expression also became quite serious: "According to reliable information, the reason why the Blood Clan attacked the Grim Reaper on a large scale this time and stole our Holy Grail at the same time is likely to resurrect one of their ancestors."

"Resurrect the Ancestors?" Our faces changed and we said, "As far as we know, there are three ancestors of the Western Bloodline, Cain, Judas and Dracula, which one do they want to resurrect?"

"It's not clear which one it is, but I have to admit that no matter which ancestor the blood clan wants to resurrect, once it succeeds, it will bring great disasters to our Western spirit world, so our Holy See of Light has stated that no matter what the cost, we must stop this plan of the blood clan."

"I see." I smiled faintly, thinking to myself that this Holy See of Light is not very bright, if it weren't for the Blood Clan stealing their Holy Grail and threatening their position in the Western Underworld, they would definitely not make a move now, to put it bluntly, it would be selfish. However, now that the Bright Sect has stated that it wants to fight against the Blood Clan, this must be good news for us, so I asked, "What are you going to do?"

"We won't know exactly what to do until the Pope returns." Roger replied: "However, we think that cooperation with the Reaper is very necessary, but unfortunately, since the Reaper Judgment was subverted and the King of Death was killed by the Blood Emperor, the current Reaper is dead, hiding, and rebellious, and has already become a plate of loose sand, but fortunately, Moreau is still alive, as long as he still has fighting spirit, I believe he can condense this plate of loose sand in the shortest possible time."

Speaking of this, Roger glanced at Moreau, who was still lying on the ground drinking, and sighed helplessly: "As for how to make Moreau regain his fighting spirit, I can't help it, it's up to you."

After saying this, Roger directly took out a business card from his body and shot it at my side, he may have the intention of testing my strength, so this business card obviously fluctuated with a powerful force when it shot at me.

I chuckled, then raised my right hand with great speed, stretched out two fingers and slammed it, and the business card was finally caught by me when half of it passed through my fingertips, I looked at the phone number on the card, then put it in my bag, and said, "I'll call you in the shortest possible time." "Good."

Roger nodded at me kindly, and said: "It is said that now China's yin and yang world has ushered in a new era, and strong people are emerging in an endless stream, you have such a terrifying power at such a young age, I didn't believe it before, but when I see it today, I believe it."

With that, Roger put the cloak back on his head and walked towards the outside of the bar.

After Roger left, our group walked towards Moreau's side as soon as possible, and the three Donald were about to rush up to help Moreau up, but I stopped him: "Leave him alone."

The three of Donald froze for a moment, and then they all turned their heads to look at me, not understanding what I meant.

I motioned to the three of them, and they came to their senses, then got up and stepped aside, while I, frowning, walked towards Moreau.

I still remember how high-spirited Moreau was when he first rescued us in the school building two years ago, and then dealt with that group of vampires, he was like a hero, I always thought that a strong man like him would continue to be awesome, but I never dreamed that he would fall to such a point now.

He was no longer sunny, and he was not handsome, with messy hair and a stubble on his face, because he had just been beaten by the group of vampires, he had footprints all over his body, and even bruises and blood stains in many places, and the whole person looked no different from the homeless homeless people on the street.

Even though the death of the King of Death and the subversion of the Judgment of the Grim Reaper will deal a certain blow to Moreau, I will never believe that this will be able to defeat him, and there must be other reasons why Moreau has become what he is now.

Looking at Mo Luo's appearance, my heart was also like a knife, and the white frost next to me was also frowning all the time, and it seemed that it was difficult to accept that the once handsome Grim Reaper would become what he is now.

I walked over to Moreau, then crouched down to look at him and said, "Teacher Moreau, remember that I don't."

Morrow looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot and cloudy, he stared at me for a few seconds, as if trying to remember who I was, and finally, a flash of joy and excitement flashed across his face, but it quickly dimmed, and finally he slowly sat up from the ground and rubbed his forehead twice.

Then he suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "I remember you, you are Wu Dao, right, Wu Dao!"

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