A moan came from behind St. Paul, and André rubbed his head and slowly stood up.

He first glanced around in confusion, then closed his eyes and carefully recalled what he had just seen, pinched himself again, felt the pain, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

He finally got out of the place where the smell of blood was so thick that it made him sick, and weighed him down.

Then, trembling, he came to St. Paul's side and whispered, "Thank you." ”

São Paulo ignored him, but looked into the wind, letting the wind blow the snow on his dirty pink pajamas.

André followed São Paulo's gaze and saw only a whirlpool formed in the snowstorm not far away.

"What's that?" An unknown Andre asked.

"A war to defend the honor of the West." St. Paul said lightly, then withdrew his gaze, looked at Andre and said: "A great pope will either succeed in killing gods, or his will will will be inherited by us in the future." ”

São Paulo stared at Andrei, patted him lightly on the shoulder and said, "My Mr. Speaker." ”

In terms of status, the Speaker is only a little worse than the Pope, although the Speaker does not have much real power over the Pope and the Holy Court.

However, for ordinary people, this is the status of one person and ten thousand.

Andrei was stunned, now he is just a parliamentarian! He immediately understood, thinking of what St. Paul said before, his eyes rolled, he bowed slightly, and he made a knightly salute in a suit.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to follow the Light and the Lord forever!"

St. Paul nodded, sighed, and said, "I hope it's not them!" If the people who came in this time were really them, then we would have to re-examine the Eastern Camp and the Southern Camp! ”

"Who?" Andrei asked subconsciously.

"Li Nanshan and Zhao Zheng!" St. Paul didn't hide it from him, he couldn't see through these two people, and they had just come, and some people came to visit the Covenant Cathedral, but any normal person could think of these two people.

Although he had the upper hand in this confrontation with the East and the Southern Battalion, St. Paul thought about it carefully and realized that something was wrong, and this time the Eastern Battalion and the Southern Battalion agreed too easily!

Moreover, although Zhao Zheng didn't say a few words before, his performance had already attracted the attention of São Paulo.

This kind of cruel means can only be recognized by a tyrant, a tyrant who can sweep everything!

"Okay, you talk to the old speaker more, His Majesty the Pope asked you to be by my side before, it should have been arranged a long time ago." With a word, St. Paul made Andre Daigo empowered, nodded and hurriedly stepped into the wind and snow.

As for São Paulo himself, he sighed.

The old pope didn't tell him much, but he understood that the old pope intended to test the two with his own life. In fact, the old pope should have guessed a long time ago, otherwise he would not let himself come. And the purpose of his own presence here is to make him understand how strong the enemy they are facing! is ready to leave the rest to him to do, and as for the Pope, he is ready to test the depth of the other party with his own life.

The Pope knows that he is old and that there is not much he can do. That's the only thing you can do.

As for the words of the Pope and St. Paul, they are actually a reminder to St. Paul that for the sake of the interests of the Western camp, any means can be used to do anything, and rivers of blood can be shed!

This is also the reason why the old pope admired St. Paul.

The golden glory cannot be maintained by a few slogans, and the holy glory can always be maintained by bloody means close to hell!

"Don't worry, I don't dare to guarantee anything else, the only thing that can be guaranteed is that under the fact that I have not fallen, the hymn of light of our West will resound throughout the world!"

São Paulo said, tightened his pink pajamas, which looked a little more bloody at this time, and stepped into the wind and snow.

Outside Kidd's manor, there was an old man.

The old man had silver hair and was dressed in thin clothes, and he looked no different from an ordinary old man, and he shivered in the cold wind.

He looked up and looked at the second floor.

No one knows how he got into the manor, but he did, and strangely, the people who usually guarded the manor were gone.

Today's manor is quiet, and the huge manor is only inhabited by four people: Kidd, Xuan Anke, Li Nanshan and Zheng Ge'er.

As for the party, it has long since dispersed. Kidd sat in front of the window, thinking about what had happened not long ago, and sighed.

Suddenly, he saw an old man downstairs shivering in the cold wind. He thought about it, then took a woolen coat and walked downstairs, handing the clothes in his hand to the old man.

Even, with a kind nature, he was ready to invite the old man to come in to shelter from the cold, but the old man refused, he just sat on the steps at the gate of the manor, looking like he wanted to avoid the wind and snow at this time.

Kidd didn't have anything to do, so he accompanied the old man.

"You're so kind, you'll suffer!" The old man smiled slightly, wearing the woolen coat that Kidd had brought.

"My friend said the same, but I couldn't help it." Kidd scratched his head, thought of the lesson that Brother Fang Caizheng had taught him, and whispered.

"A person like you is suitable to be a benchmark in the prosperous world. But in the age of restlessness, kindness will only make people more and more miserable! May the Light of the Lord bless you forever and dispel the infidels from you! The old man gestured like a priest at Mass, and then patted Kidd on the shoulder.

"It's good to snow, solve everything in the ice and snow, the snow will bury all the blood and fire!"

With that, the old man returned the coat to Kidd and disappeared into the snowstorm.

Kidd scratched his head, took his coat and went up to the second floor, but before he could enter the door of the room, he was blocked by Brother Zheng and Li Nanshan!

"Who did you see?" Brother Zheng immediately asked.

"An old man!" Kidd said with some confusion, "Did something happen?" ”

Li Nanshan smiled slightly, patted Kidd on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, go back and rest!" ”

When Kidd returned to the room, Li Nanshan and Brother Zheng glanced at each other, then released the palm of his hand, and saw a small red bat appear in the palm of his hand.

Li Nanshan was about to cast a spell to track down who the Kidd was when the little bat suddenly exploded and turned into a cloud of blood mist, and then those blood mist condensed into several oriental characters in the air.

"The blood of the pagans will be hidden by the snow, the light will fall to the earth, and the world will be brought to light."

Although euphemistic, this is indeed a war letter, and there is a row of small letters underneath, which respectively write the time and place.

"Looks like someone has declared war on us!" Li Nanshan said with a smile.

"After all these years, I just want to get my hands dirty! I should have provoked this, I'll go! A sneer appeared on the corner of Brother Zheng'er's mouth, and he said in an unquestionable tone.