"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" the gray-robed priest pleaded with tears in his eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old priest, the gray robe on his body had turned a little white because he had been washed too many times, and some of the damaged places had been patched up, and the aura on his body was not strong at all, probably just the appearance of just practicing internal strength, and his figure also looked a little thin.

As his arms were firmly stopped and unable to move, his body continued to writhe and struggle, and his legs kept kicking. It's just that his resistance had no effect on the two people who restrained him, and he could only be grabbed by the shoulders and dragged to one place.

One of his shoes had been kicked off in the sloppy, and the other was also slung cross-body on his feet, and patches of crimson dirt had been turned out of the ground due to his struggle.

While being dragged by someone, the little priest's mouth kept begging for mercy: "I'm just a messenger, just a messenger, don't kill me...... Don't suck my blood......"

Around him was a vast plain, on which countless sharp spears were fixed to the ground, pointing to the sky. And on each of these spears, there was a man wearing them! From the bottom up, the tip of the spear came out of their mouth. Some of them have long since turned into white bones, some of their bodies are rotting and allowed to be pecked by vultures, some of their bodies are still intact, but they don't know if they are dead or not, and some of them are constantly wailing and struggling, but the more they struggle, the louder their wails become, and it didn't take long for them to lose the strength to wail, and they went to death in a groan of pain.

This is Romania, the piercing plain.

The little priest with a look of fear and despair was being dragged by two vampires towards Fort Dracula, not far away.

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Deep cave, dark and peaceful.

Looking at the hole in front of him, the dark-skinned bald man sighed and walked straight in.

Da, da, da......

The sound of footsteps was unhurried, and they descended all the way down to the depths of the cave.

The cave was eerily quiet, with no water dripping, no bats flapping their wings, and no whirring wind.

Da, da, da......

The footsteps were still down, and the light at the entrance of the cave had long since disappeared, and it was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Da, da, da......

The ground of the cave is uneven, strange rocks, and it is very difficult to walk, but the frequency of footsteps is not chaotic for a moment, unhurried, unhurried, and unhurried.

I don't know how long I walked, but there was a faint glimmer of light in the darkness, and those lights were so faint that they couldn't even compare to the flames of candles, let alone torches.

Going deeper into the depths of the ground, the slightest light was even more, pale blue, faint flames floating in the air, imprinted on the mountain wall, but not emitting a little bit of temperature, indescribably weird.

Without a pause, the strong man wearing black leather armor and a black skin and bald head still walked step by step towards the deepest part of the cave.

Click.

This time the footsteps were different from before, there was no slight echo, and it spread farther, as if in the wilderness, it was obvious that the cave was still not as narrow as before, it was an empty space!

Suddenly, countless pale blue phosphorus fires lit up one after another, like stars, surrounding the dark-skinned strong man in the middle from all directions.

In the darkness, in the ghostly fire, countless black-robed figures were so shadowy that they couldn't see clearly, and they couldn't distinguish them.

"I'm Clark, the Grand Inquisitor of the Martial God Cult!" said the abrupt, dark-skinned and bald man.

The countless ghost fires around them were slightly scattered, but after a while, they stopped moving again.

Seeing that there was not much response from the surroundings, the dark-skinned bald man spoke again: "I'm not here to start a war against the Skeleton Sect this time, but to send an invitation. ”

Taking out the bright red gilt invitation from his bosom and placing it on the ground next to him, the black-skinned and bald man continued: "In three months, the Holy City Vatican will hold a ceremony to seal the gods! Rest assured, during the ceremony, we will ensure the safety of your emissaries. ”

The surrounding phosphorus fire scattered more violently, and there was even a slight noise, but still no one opened their mouths to respond to anything.

After finishing speaking, seeing that there was still no movement around, the black-skinned and bald strong man didn't say much, but directly turned around and went back from the way he came.

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Athens, Acropolis, Parthenon.

The red-robed old man shrugged his shoulders: "I said, we deeply regret the death of your Miss Athena, but her death was not caused by us, haven't you already confirmed it? ”

"Don't talk about all the miscellaneous things, after all, it wasn't your St. John who caused the conflict?, how could we kill each other without him?" the sturdy man next to him glared angrily.

"We don't deny that!" the old man in the red robe remained unchanged, "But it was indeed the Shinrikyo people who killed Miss Athena, didn't we?" In fact, from the very beginning, you were not on the list of enemies of Lord St. John, you deliberately ran out and got involved with those infidels and evil spirits, if your people did not go into the water in the first place, how could such a thing happen?"

"Don't talk about those who don't have it!" On the throne at the front, the king holding this golden thunder had a sharp gaze: "Anyway, we will not give up on this matter!

The Patriarch in the gorgeous red robe laughed: "Oh, as soon as you came up, you raised the teachers and asked the people, so that I almost forgot about it...... I'm here to deliver the invitation. ”

"Invitation?" The King of the Golden Thunder Sanctuary frowned, "What invitation?"

"An invitation to the Divine Conference. The Patriarch of Greece explained with a smile: "Three months later, on Christmas Day, the Holy City of the Vatican will hold a canonization ceremony. His Majesty St. Paul will be out of the customs at that time, and under the observation of all of you, the void will be shattered, and the martial arts will be crowned gods!"

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England, Holy Land, Avalon.

"An invitation from the Holy See?" the middle-aged man in heavy armor stopped meditating and opened his eyes.

The white-haired old man handed over the big red gilt invitation: "The people of the Holy See just sent it, the invitation letter of the Great Ceremony of the Gods, do you need to summon the Knights of the Round Table?"

"St. Paul...... pinched the invitation in his hand, and the middle-aged man stood up: "Sure enough, he took that step first......

After being silent for a while, he looked at the old man next to him: "Has the Holy See agreed to let us set foot on the mainland?"

"The invitations have been sent, how can they still disagree?" Merlin shrugged: "They are about to have a second Martial God, it doesn't matter if we set foot on the continent or not." ”

"That's right......" The middle-aged man nodded, "Then let's hold a round table." ”