The night on Grieze 39 was unusually long.

Coming out of the auction house, there is only a glimmer of afterglow left in the northern sky.

The sides of Crichton Avenue are already lit up, and bars large and small are packed with men and women.

"Boss! How much does this cost?" Fang Mo pressed down his top hat, came to a store with a narrow entrance, and pointed to a delicate tin box and asked.

The shopkeeper looked like a disabled old man, sitting quietly in a wheelchair, staring at the last light at the end of the street, not knowing what to expect.

He didn't seem to notice Fang Mo.

Fang Mo smiled faintly and gently chaired on the counter, waiting for the old gentleman's reply.

"Pinar Del Río original aristocratic cigars, a box of 98 Star Coins!" The old man's voice was extremely low and hoarse, making it sound very laborious, and a little harsh.

Fang Mo followed the old gentleman's gaze and looked towards the end of the street, a gust of wind made him tremble, and a little boy of seven or eight years old appeared at the end of the street and went straight to the store.

"Grandpa! It's windy on the street, you go inside! I'll cook and go! The little boy's voice was full of childishness, the old gentleman had the strength of the extraordinary fifth order, but his vitality was extremely weak, and after seeing the little boy, he suddenly became energetic.

"Big brother! 98！ Just put it at the counter! The child smiled at Fang Mo, a row of white teeth that stood out in the dim light.

Fang Mo was not interested in cigars, but a sacred statue of the Lord on the side of the store caught his attention.

Lagrange's memories were very mixed, but when he walked to the door of the store, the image of the icon jumped out directly, which made Fang Mo very strange.

"Is that for sale?" Fang Mo lit a cigar, took a heavy puff, and nodded in satisfaction, as if very pleased with Griez's specialty.

"Didn't you see it on the altar?" The old man remained in his original position, and his entire body seemed to be unable to move.

Fang Mo shook his head and said, "I mean that the holy elephant is sold, maybe you will be fine!" ”

The old gentleman's body trembled slightly, he turned his head with difficulty, stared at Fang Mo and said, "You dare to question the authority of Archbishop Augustus?"

Fang Mo secretly shook his head in his heart, as if he was not saved, and pointed to the six badges next to the holy elephant and asked, "Is that for sale?" ”

"Blessing badges? You buy ten more boxes of noble cigars and give them to you for free! The old gentleman finally moved in his wheelchair, took out his pocket watch from his pocket with difficulty, looked at the time, and fell into a semi-deep sleep again.

"I don't have cash, electronic payment!" After Fang Mo paid the money, he walked into the store and carried the six badges into his arms.

"Young people! Thank you for your kindness. Seeing that Fang Mo was about to leave the store, the old gentleman opened his dim eyes, stared at Fang Mo and said.

Fang Mo thought in surprise: "It turns out that he knows that worshipping the high-ranking main god will be counterattacked, it seems that he is doing this too much, but these six badges are still very valuable!" ”

Fang Mo wrapped his trench coat tightly, pressed his top hat again, and kept scanning the shops on both sides of the street, they all enshrined the statue of the Lord Saint, it was really strange.

Until a team of cardinals appeared in the afterglow of the setting sun......

Carrying their swords and riding tall white horses, they marched slowly in the afterglow.

Only then did Fang Mo realize that Crichton Street was under the control of the Red Clothes Temple.

The bars on both sides of the street, I don't know when it quieted down.

The streets are much quieter.

An atmosphere of solemnity and mystery enveloped the entire street, and it seemed to be mixed with a hint of terror.

The light of the street gradually dimmed, and the atmosphere gradually became terrifying and eerie, perhaps because the negative energy of the main sacred idol filled the street.

"Where are your icons?" The cardinal stopped in front of a shop, and the leader jumped off his horse with agility, whipping the shopkeeper with a whip.

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man, not yet at the transcendent level, Fang Mo could see that he was in great pain, but he didn't say a word, and he couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart.

Fang Mo didn't know that whenever a man made a sound, he would be directly beheaded.

The red-clad leader seems to have spotted a problem in another shop, and the owner was taken out.

Syllable!

The sound of the leather whip whipping made Fang Mo tremble slightly.

Yes!

The shopkeeper couldn't stand it anymore and shouted out.

"Disturb the Lord's Sacred Icon, kill!" The team leader directly put away the leather whip, and the two team members behind him beheaded him directly in front of the store according to the owner's preparation.

"Wait!" The corners of Fang Mo's mouth twitched, and he walked up with a cigar in his mouth.

The red-clothed leader was slightly stunned, and said in surprise: "The main god prays for blessings at night and has a curfew for 3 hours, don't you know?" ”

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows, trying to search for the information in his brain, the red-clothed temple area seemed to have such a rule, and glanced at the guests in the bar next to him, and sure enough, they were all quietly praying, and the street was empty.

The red-clothed leader relied on the team, and there were five transcendent ninth-order existences, holding leather whips and arrogantly walking towards Fang Mo.

Fang Mo stared at the leather whip tightly, and at first glance it was an extraordinary item, otherwise he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone at all.

"Is there any other workaround? For example, fines or something! "Fang Mo has always been through the "money ability! "Salute first, then soldiers, and then say anything else.

"Foolish! Are you blaspheming the Lord God? As soon as the red-clothed leader heard that Fang Mo was going to solve the problem through a fine, he immediately became even more angry and raised his leather whip high.

"Huh! 20.9 billion Star Coins! Fang Mo directly reported a number, yah! I lit another cigar.

The red-clothed team leader was stunned, his right hand immediately stopped in mid-air, a grim cold light flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and nodded to the team members behind him, and secretly communicated.

"Yes! The fine needs to be paid at the designated place! Let's go! ”

The red-clothed leader smiled coldly at Fang Mo, and led him into a small alley, and after turning a few corners, he finally stopped in front of a prayer hall.

A strong smell of blood came out of the prayer hall, Fang Mo's nose twitched, he directly held his breath, and thought to himself: "This gang of people want to blatantly rob money, it is really Griez's characteristics, if the strength is not enough, the ability to make money here will only make people think that you are a fat sheep!" ”

Fang Mo wanted to see what was in the prayer hall.

The leader opened the door directly, and a row of naked men and women were hanging upside down from the beam, and a cardinal priest was holding a sharp dagger, bleeding one by one.

The floor of the hall was covered with severed limbs, and there was little room for footfall.

Fang Mo only felt a violent feeling of nausea rushing up, and he deliberately didn't control it.

Burst!

Fang Mo sprayed directly at the red-clothed leader, and the speed was so fast that he was a little caught off guard, and he was directly sprayed all over his face.

"Nima!" The red-clothed leader directly pulled out the giant sword, his eyes showed a fierce light, and continued, "Fatal? Or do you want money? ”

Burst!

Fang Mo spit at the team leader again, at this time the fool also knew that if he transferred the money, he would die immediately, and if he didn't transfer, he could live a little longer, so he smiled and said: "It's okay to transfer money!" Learn me how to bark twice! ”

The red-clothed leader laughed angrily, raised his giant sword, pointed at Fang Mo and said, "Since you cherish money so much, let's make sacrifices!" ”

Fang Mo held the cigar in his right hand, took a hard puff, put on a very enjoyable expression, glanced at the audience contemptuously, and sneered: "It's up to you? Scold! It's not as good as it! ”

The red-clothed leader looked at Fang Mo's fingers, and a stray dog was trembling at the entrance of the alley, looking at everyone with great fear.

Swish!

The red-clothed leader threw out a white stream of consciousness energy and hit the stray dog at the entrance of the alley.

"Look! You can't even kill a dog! Fang Mo was holding a crimson sword embryo, and he didn't know when he flashed in front of the stray dog, directly blocking the fierce consciousness energy of the red-clothed lord.

"Wow!" The stray dog seemed to feel Fang Mo's strength, and was protecting it, and immediately barked twice at the red-clothed leader.

"Look! You're not even as good as a dog. Fang Mo's eyes shone with a fierce light, and the spiritual energy spurted wildly towards the red sword embryo, and the violent humming sound made the red-clothed leader's heart tighten.

"Kill!"

The red-clothed leader burst into applause, and when he saw the other team members rushing forward, he took out an extraordinary musket and jumped backwards, away from the battle group.

Bang!

A bright white flame streaked through the dark alleyway and rushed towards the end of the square.

Fang Mo jumped up, flickering in front of the red-clothed leader almost out of thin air, and the red sword embryo easily crossed the armor and sank into the leader's chest.

Snore! ...

The throat of the red-clothed leader was instantly overflowing with blood, and he stared at Fang Mo with a shocked face, and painfully squeezed out an incomplete sentence: "You dare to challenge the authority of the red-clothed temple!" Are you omniscient? But..."

When the other team members saw that the red-clothed leader was killed in seconds, they suddenly felt bad and scattered one after another.

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows, instantly locked the escape trajectory of the other red-clothed knights, and with a heavy wave of his right hand, the crimson sword embryo turned into a blazing ball of light, which catapulted in the air more than a dozen times, and the red light shot out in the air, and the screams were endless.

Sou!

Seeing that all the knights had been killed, Fang Mo sent out a spiritual light cluster that enveloped the prayer hall.

Boom!

After Fang Mo walked away, the spiritual light group burst directly, and the prayer hall turned into ashes.

Today's encounter may be just the tip of the iceberg for Griezer 39.

It's a shame to be in such a rich place.

Fang Mo took out Abdullah's business card and glanced at the address, which was very far away from here, and it was the sphere of influence of the Orthodox Holy See.

At least on the surface, the Orthodox See accepted the mobilization order of Atlantis.

In fact, the Dark Star Cluster was mobilized with new recruits, and many of Griez's subjects on Griezer 39 contributed.

Thirty minutes later.

Fang Mo burrowed into a dilapidated looking alley, and a strong fishy smell hit him.

Boom!

In a low gatehouse on the side of the alley, there was a sudden flash of explosion, and then a burst of black smoke came out.

The corners of Fang Mo's mouth twitched, and he quickly crossed the flashing porter, walked forward for about a kilometer, and entered a porter around the corner.

"Officer Mattis! You're looking for a place like this? It's not optimistic! Fang Mo took off his top hat, took off his black windbreaker, and nestled directly into the sofa.

Matisse put down the computer in his hand, got up and poured two glasses of red wine, and said with a smile: "This place is quiet! ”

Boom!

As soon as Matisse finished speaking, a violent explosion once again shook the entire alley.

Fang Mo's face was stunned, and then he took the red wine and said, "This is what you call quiet?" ”

Matisse smiled awkwardly, and his majestic body writhed back and forth a few times in the narrow gatehouse before telling the truth: "In this room, there was a murder last month, right where you sit!" ”