South City Office, Inner Garden Watchtower.

Embroidered stared at Fang Mo with a shocked face and asked, "So... That's all you have planned? ”

Fang Mo nodded and said, "Yes, but... The situation is always ever-changing, and in most cases, it is the camera that moves, and the rigid execution plan often goes wrong. ”

Lagerlof's face was also full of shock, and at this moment he had to admire the vision of the old Louis family.

Three days passed in a flash.

The square in front of the Basilica of St. Johann in the center of Lyon is home to tens of thousands of people.

They were worshipping the third-level Inspector.

A white-haired old gentleman in a red robe is standing on a 100-meter-high church prayer platform, with his arms outstretched around the square, and is receiving a collective worship of tens of thousands of people.

The top terrace of the St. John's Grand Hotel.

Fang Mo leaned on the railing, looked at the inspector from a distance and said, "He's from your mining system?" ”

Jinx smiled: "How can an ordinary inspector accept such a flamboyant worship at St. John!" ”

"Oh, he's about to belong to the Church, and possibly succeed the Archbishop of Lyon?" Fang Mo guessed casually.

"I have to admire your insight, is it still the squad leader I know?" Jinx suddenly looked grim.

"Is the Squad Leader qualified to be your 'ally'?" Fang Mo said nonchalantly, his right palm clenched the heavy sniper, and the black mist around him was shrouded in black fog, and he had already aimed at the patrol envoy several kilometers away.

"What are you going to do? I want to hear your plans. Jinx said seriously.

"You said you wanted to create the most sensational effect, isn't that now?" Fang Mo smiled mysteriously.

"No plan?" Jinx asked again.

"Yes! Shoot straight and hit it! ”

Fang Mo pulled the trigger heavily, and a cloud of black mist erupted rapidly from the muzzle of the heavy sniper, pulling out a long black tail flame and bursting towards the church.

The square was full of noisy pilgrimages, completely drowning out the sound of heavy sniper fire several kilometers away.

Jinx stared at the black mist dumbfounded, completely unaware that "Pavel" would shoot so hastily.

At this moment, the people who were crawling in the square did not notice that the Taoist patrol envoy had disappeared.

Several pseudo-vortex realms had escorted him into the inner sanctum.

There were also three pseudo-star vortex realms, quickly swept towards the St. John's Hotel where Fang Mo was located.

Lyon Administration.

Edward was in his study, playing with a piece of treachery.

"Director-General, the battle has begun." Warren reported with a solemn face.

"No martial law! I showed the Knights of the Church in Nancheng District, and all the warships without the General Administration logo were shot down. Edward groaned and said unhurriedly.

"Yes!" Warren immediately turned and left.

Backbite!

Suiho, who was resting at the auction house, suddenly received a phone call.

"The Inspector . . . St. John's Cathedral was attacked, and the bishop of the Vortex Realm was not there, leading the Knights to reinforce him. ”

Syllable... Suiho dropped the phone and sat on the couch.

Dare to carry out an attack on St. John's Day of Worship?

Su Yiho, who had experienced countless storms and waves, keenly caught that perhaps there was a giant hand inside that was fueling the trouble, and immediately gave the order to the knight commander: "Speed up to the aid of St. John's Cathedral!" ”

The Knight Commander was stunned.

Because he had been informed by the General Administration that Lyon had been placed under complete martial law by the city guards.

The Knights can't even get out.

Su Yiho was also dumbfounded, is it led by the General Administration?

It's troublesome, they have the main defense force in the city of Lyon.

Are they going to wage an all-out war with the Sectarians?

Jinx has retreated to the hotel's secret surveillance room.

At the moment, it is not convenient for him to appear in public.

The three pseudo-vortex realms had solemn faces, staring at the cloud of mist that shot out from high in the air.

It's too late to intercept.

They couldn't believe it at all, such an attack was from the Transcendent Ninth Order.

They can only continue to fly towards the attackers.

After counting the breaths.

Three pseudo-vortex realms landed on the top floor of the hotel.

"Why did you attack the Inspector?" A pseudo-star vortex in the center asked directly.

Fang Mo carried a heavy sniper and stood in place, without the slightest intention of retreating.

He faced the oppression of three pseudo-Vortex Realms

Unusually calm.

couldn't help but arouse Jinx's admiration.

But at this moment, he was more curious about how Fang Mo could solve the dilemma.

Boom! Bang! .....

A series of explosions came from the direction of St. John's Church.

Jinx frowned, the expected result finally came.

The towering Cathedral of St. John, which has stood in Lyon for thousands of years, was cut off by a bursting black mist.

It's sensational, but it's a bit too much.

Naked challenge to the authority of the "church", even Jinx is a little weak-minded.

But the matter has come to this point, and we can only wait and see what happens.

It wasn't until the church collapsed that tens of thousands of worshippers woke up.

Countless building fragments, under the influence of black fog, fell rapidly from a high altitude.

In an instant, they all thought it was the end of the world falling from the sky.

Suddenly.

Bursts of mournful roars came and went, and worshippers fled.

But there are still a small number of worshippers, still kneeling in place, motionless.

Jinx's eyebrows twitched, staring at the surveillance footage.

He knew that "Pavel" was hiding his strength, but he didn't expect this son to be so calm in the face of the pseudo-star vortex realm.

Suddenly.

There were thunderstorms in the sky, and gray fog was rolling violently.

The faces of the three pseudo-vortex realms changed slightly, and they looked up at the same time.

A black streamer pierced through the gray mist and shot towards the hotel terrace

Call... The three pseudo-vortex realms seem to be feeling the crisis.

At the same time, his whole body trembled, and the black mist churned, condensing a solid black armor.

Fang Mo raised his eyebrows, and an idea in his heart was confirmed, the golden energy could also be used by cultivators.

It's just that he hasn't mastered this method yet.

Boom... The black streamer fell heavily on the terrace, revealing its true form, and it was the number one who had been missing for many days.

He carried a black sword.

There was a faint gray mist around the black robe, and a blazing black light jumped in his eyes, coldly sweeping over the three pseudo-star vortex realms.

The three of them stared at No. 1, and at the same time, their faces were solemn, revealing a very jealous expression.

"Holy Envoy?! Wrong. Jinx stood abruptly, his brow furrowed, and pursed his lips and muttered.

Fang Mo smiled faintly, and his right fist was clenched tightly.

Whoa... A thick black chain stretches towards St. John's Cathedral.

Then he jumped up, stepped on the chain, and flew away.

And the three pseudo-star vortex on the hotel terrace let Fang Mo leave without the slightest intention of hindering.

The death oppression from No. 1 made them dare not act rashly.

Because only the existence of the "Holy Messenger" can take advantage of the gray fog in the sky.

The gray mist on No. 1's body, as long as they are contaminated with a wisp, will instantly break their hearts.

Whew... The armor of the three of them was covered with another layer of black fog in case No. 1 suddenly attacked.

Jinx frowned, staring at the two sides in a stalemate, and switched his surveillance vision to Fang Mo.

Countless worshippers evacuated to a safe area and looked into the sky.

I saw a thick chain, stretched high in the sky.

A young man, armed with a heavy sniper, fired another shot at the church.

Several pseudo-Vortex figures burst out from the ruins of the church, facing a cloud of black light that shot through the air.

Call... Clusters of thick black mist erupted, enveloping the black light tightly.

"Look for death!" One of the pseudo-star vortex realm flashed to Fang Mo's side, roared, and grabbed it in the air.

"Huh?" The pseudo-star vortex who shot at Fang Mo only felt that his right arm was slightly sluggish, and he couldn't help but show a surprised expression.

Three more black-robed men appeared out of thin air.

One of the black-robed men blocked the volley that hit Fang Mo.

At the exit of St. John's Cathedral, two pseudo-Vortex Realms are ready to escort the patrol envoy away.

However, the entire central city has been blocked by the forbidden air shield, and even the pseudo-vortex realm cannot be broken.

The two of them took the patrol envoy and swept towards the center of the city.

"Mr. Jinx, I'll leave the remaining two pseudo-Vortex Realms to you." Fang Mo pressed his watch and said in a deep voice.

Jinx smiled and answered Davis's phone.

"Director-General, you can make a move."

"Oh!"

Davis replied very indifferently.

Above the square, Fang Mo waved his right hand.

The three black-robed men nodded in agreement.

"Several! The overall situation has been decided, so why bother to be bored! Fang Mo stood firmly on the chain and said coldly, without concealing the murderous intent in his tone.

They escorted the patrol envoys and were also entrusted by others, so they naturally saw the situation clearly.

It's not worth fighting here.

It's just that there is still some hesitation.

The two pseudo-star vortex realms that directly escorted the patrol envoys were surrounded by the General Administration.

The leader finally gave the order to retreat.

"Inspector! Good for it. A pseudo-star vortex who was deeply encircled reluctantly left a sentence and left.

between high-level combat powers, once they collide.

Half the city will be affected, and no one will do that if there is not enough profit to drive it.

The old patrol made his face stunned, as if he was in despair.

Suddenly, a violent and dense commotion came.

Several thick chains encompassed it and pulled it into the air.

No. 1 volleyed into the air, grabbed the patrol envoy with one hand, and brought it to Fang Mo.

Call... Several black-robed people trembled, and bursts of gray mist shrouded Fang Mo and the patrol envoy.

Jinx frowned, he lost the signal between Fang Mo and the Patrol Envoy.

"Give a reason not to kill you." Fang Mo stared at the patrol envoy and said coldly.

The old patrol made Fang Mo feel the killing intent of Fang Mo.

"Apocalypse of Evil Spirits" The patrol envoy decisively threw a black box at Fang Mo.

Fang Mo shook his right hand and threw the box directly into Base 1.

"Isn't that enough? It is the original version, and the Emperor and the Holy Lord refer to it is only a hand-copied version. The old inspector saw that Fang Mo had accepted the box and didn't say anything, and his heart suddenly sank.

Fang Mo only frowned, but still didn't speak.

"Don't go too far, don't go too far! Case... This is also for you, young man... If you have it, it can be regarded as my life's work has not been in vain. Die at your hands, and there are no regrets. The Inspector's tone was full of sadness.

Fang Mo reached out and took another box, in the eyes of the patrol envoy, it was even more precious than the "Evil Spirit Apocalypse".

"Young man, let's do it, people's hearts are sinister, you have to be careful!"

With a wave of his right hand, the patrol envoy threw out a cloud of black mist, and was about to swallow it into his mouth, but was stopped by Fang Mo.

"Since I said it... Keep you, and you won't lose your word. ”

As soon as Fang Mo's voice fell, the fifth black-robed man slowly emerged, and after some mimicry transformation, his appearance was no different from that of the patrol.

"You?" The inspector stared at himself in surprise, and was speechless for a while.

Fang Mo's heart moved, pulled out a slender chain, hit the center of the patrol envoy's eyebrows, and said: "You have no breath of life, and you can only be driven by me in the future." ”

Swish... Fang Mo waved his right palm, and the real patrol envoy was directly sent to Base 1.

Then, a thick gray mist slowly drifted away.

Jinx furrowed his brows, and saw Fang Mo standing opposite the "Patrol Envoy", saying something.

The "Patrol Envoy" handed Fang Mo two boxes in succession.

Fang Mo smiled coldly.

One of the black-robed men shook his right palm, and the "Patrol Envoy" directly turned into a cloud of gray mist and disappeared.

Jinx's face suddenly relaxed, for him, the mission was accomplished.

His position as the "God of Wealth" in the southeast is stable.

Some people died, but not completely......