This town, of course, is not really a small town. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIn Scott's world, there are probably very few towns that can have a white archbishop in charge.

It's not because this place is a place where soldiers must fight, or because it is a place where the economy is prosperous, but because there are ten or twenty blood families in this vicinity.

The strength of these blood families is the largest, and the head of the family is just a marquis. With the Holy Light with a strong restraint ability against the Blood Clan, Archbishop Fatadio alone can compare to the deterrent power of several or even dozens of marquises, as long as he is given enough time to cast the Holy Light.

Revisit the old place and return to this small town called Brandy, which the destruction of the Smans family has no effect on at all. At night, the clamor of the street has ceased, and almost all the streets have been completely lit up, except for a few inns with faint light.

The dark night gave little Roland more strength. A pair of small fists were pinched to death, if it weren't for the fact that the nerves were almost numb in the pain of death and life, I am afraid that little Roland himself could feel that his heart, which was aching faintly at the moment, was beating for a while.

There were no lights, and the dark night almost swallowed Mu Ran and Xiao Luolan. The two of them were like drops of water falling into the river, perfectly blending into this darkness, and from the outside world, there was no movement, at least, not at the moment.

Not to mention ordinary mortals, even Archbishop Fatadio led a group of his men to run rampant through the streets, and there was no trace of these two men. Needless to say, little Roland, who has the strength of a cardinal archbishop, is enough to cover all this up and no one can detect it.

"Silence, little one, don't look at the manpower here, they don't know how many people there are. Little guy, don't look at your ability to fight now, if you run out now, I dare to guarantee that in less than a quarter of an hour, you will become a hornet's nest. If you don't have a complete grasp of your own strength, let me watch the play obediently, don't worry, since I brought you here, I will always give you a chance to make a move. Mu Ran's voice was transmitted with his divine thoughts, and the meaning was conveyed to Xiao Roland.

Little Roland, who was about to take the lead against the Archbishop of Fatadio, suddenly felt a force that he could not break through, and completely restrained him. Now he can't say that he can manipulate the energy in his body to make a move, but if he wants to move, it is even more difficult.

"If you want to take revenge, you have to think about whether you have that strength. Behind this group of bastards, there are two cardinals, a cardinal archbishop, and an associate chief judge of the inquisition. Just because you, a half-prince, also want to annihilate them? obediently follow the master to watch a good show first, and when the time comes, hum. There was an indescribable coldness in Mu Ran's words.

According to his understanding, there are a total of five cardinal archbishops in the Divine Court, and one of them was able to dispatch one for this operation, and there must be a lot of inexplicable and unexplained relationships in it.

The group walked straight out of the town, and along the way, not a single soldier on night patrol dared to step forward to stop and investigate. One by one, the marks of the cross, a set of heavily armed armor, are enough to say it all.

The Divine Court, an existence that even overrides the royal power in Scott's world, is a terrifying institution so large that it can manipulate the rise and fall of continental kingdoms, and no country will offend.

Under the cover of night, Mu Ran soared in the sky like a big bird. Little Roland was held in the air by one of his hands, and the strength on that thin arm made little Roland unable to break free at all.

"Master, Master, it seems that there is a relatively large family there, at least much bigger than our Smans family. The second uncle said that they had two marquis on the surface. "High in the air, the force that blocked little Roland was finally gone. Thanks to this, little Roland was able to stammer and express his thoughts.

"Marquis?" Mu Ran smiled noncommittally, and there was a hint of sarcasm between his words, "Marquis, in the face of such a lineup, I'm afraid that there are only a hundred marquises, and only those who will be burned to ashes." Coming back to his senses, Mu Ran stared at Little Roland for a while, and muttered, "If it weren't for the fact that your physical strength has exceeded the limit of this realm, let alone the Holy Light of the Cardinal Archbishop, even if it is only equivalent to the Holy Light of the Cardinal of the Duke, it can cause fatal damage to you, otherwise why do you think that the power of so many of your blood clans has been suppressed by these little mortals?"

Little Roland was stunned and silent.

In this way, Mu Ran didn't say much, one of the two people was flying, and the other was being held hostage to fly, but no matter what, none of the group of Divine Court monks below could find out.

After leaving the city for a moment, Archbishop Fatadio stopped his tracks, turned around, and respectfully bowed to a monk behind him, and said, "Honorable Archbishop Mark, Bishop Pitt, Bishop Marais, this is the castle of the Blood Krums family, and their people will know the details of the Sost family and the man who saved the remnants of the Smans family. ”

In the crowd, a fat man with a graceful body, accompanied by a bright red robe, like a big tomato, made people feel a little sick and sick to their stomachs, and walked out step by step. Behind him were two lean cardinals, who showed his lofty status in the court, Cardinal Mark Archbishop.

He grabbed the cross on his chest with great difficulty, put it to his mouth and kissed it, and the holy cross that was originally shining silver-white in the moonlight actually carried a little saliva on it.

"Archbishop Fatadio, your brilliance, your merits, your glory, the divine court is in the eyes, the Lord God is in the eyes. You handled these things very well. Reluctantly pulling out a fragrant handkerchief from his pocket and wiping it haphazardly under his nose, Archbishop Mark continued, "These damned bloods, these lowliest, lowliest creatures, are destined to prostrate themselves at the feet of the Lord God, so this time, at the behest of the Pope, I have come with men. ”

"Pope, is he alarmed?" Archbishop Fatadio's heart twitched violently. Pope, the most terrifying existence in the mortal realm of Scott's world, the spokesman of the main god in the mortal realm, has a supreme and incomparable position and strength!

Squinting a pair of fat eyes, the accumulation of the upper and lower layers of fat almost made Archbishop Mark unable to see his eyes. I saw that his whole person couldn't help trembling, and said with a smile, "Among all the white-clothed archbishops, although I am the most optimistic about you, but for such a small matter, I will not take the people under my hands to go out." Lord Huang is afraid that the person of the Sost family, whose dark magic power is extremely pure, will become the last ...... Well, the existence of the Blood Tribulation. You don't have to worry, as long as the problem is dealt with, there is guaranteed to be your list during the promotion of bishops next year! Didn't Archbishop Crete just die of a cardinal?" At this time, Archbishop Mark had an indescribable strange smile on his face.

"Yes! Yes, everything, it's all up to your lordship!" Archbishop Fatadio's face, like a blooming chrysanthemum, smiled brightly in the dark night.