Prince Chik is a noble person. He is not only a member of the British royal family, but also the commander of the Holy Knights in the Holy Knights. He swears in the name of the Lord in front of the exorcists all over the world, which is enough to prove his sincerity.

I blushed a little, and I suspected that such a great knight leader was not keeping his word, as if I was really a little bit villainous.

I turned around and rinsed the medicine and said, "You are lucky! I've met Lao Zhang's kind of honesty."

Speaking of which, the three of them were considered unlucky. They have been famous for hundreds of years, but were dealt with by a group of young people. The worst of them was the sword-holding man from the Dun-Headed Valley. The old man was foolishly drawn by Su Zi'an. If Su Zi'an hadn't handed over that painting, he would have to be a vegetable to take care of him in the rest of his life.

With Prince Chik's promise, both the three controlled old men and us showed great sincerity. At that moment, three old men's disciples came over and took the three of them back.

Zhang Wuren looked at the direction of the round table and found that His Majesty the Pope, Xu Jianqin and others were still sitting quietly behind the VIP seats, closing their eyes to rest, as if they were indifferent to what was happening here.

Think about it, the big guys are giving orders behind the scenes. As for what to do, it is the business of their subordinates. They just need to wait for the result.

Zhang Wuren took off his coat, held the Tantric iron stick in his hand, and said, "It's here?"

When we caught the three elders just now, there were fire and poisonous insects. The meeting table was already in a mess, and it was reasonable to place the bet and fight between the two sides.

Who would have thought that at this time, I saw Prince Chik's face fading. At that moment, he seemed to have suddenly become ten years older.

Then I saw Prince Chik close his eyes and take a step back, saying, "I'm sorry, Zhang Wuren!"

A feeling of extreme uneasiness suddenly surged into my heart. Damn! This bastard is lying to us!

As soon as this idea came out, he was walking in a hurry around him. Hundreds of knights carrying giant swords with hands surrounded him from all directions. They were wearing cloaks embroidered with crosses, wearing leather armor similar to medieval times, with indifferent eyes and expressionless expression.

He Zhonghua was furious on the spot and said, "Prince Chik! What do you mean? What about the gambling battle that you promised? Do you still have some face?"

A sneered Saint Knight sneered: "Gambling? Don't look at your identities! What qualifications are there to be betting on the gamble with the Grand Knight?"

As soon as we said this, not only did our faces suddenly change color, but even the exorcists who retreated far away were stunned and looked in disbelief.

What is Prince Chik? What is the occasion here? In front of the exorcists all over the world, he swore a gamble in the name of the Lord in the last second, and then he took the members of the Knights to start a siege?

As China said, should he still have a good face?

Even if Zhang Wuren was calm, he couldn't help it. He said, "Prince Chik, where is your faith?"

Prince Chik still had a stern face and didn't speak, but I noticed that his right hand holding the knight's sword was shaking slightly, and his eyes were very complicated. Thinking about it, he went back on his word in front of the exorcists all over the world. It is estimated that Prince Chik would never have any face left here after the Vatican meeting.

The Zhong brothers cursed: "Your grandma is a turtle bastard! He lied to your grandpa! He was also a member of the royal family? Or a great knight with faith? Are you still a fucking man?"

Zhang Wuren glanced at the Holy Knight who was slowly surrounding him, and then asked the Zhong brothers to stop scolding him. He stared at Prince Chik and said word by word: "Prince Chik, you are also a person who came back from the Sea of ​​Injustice. With your ability, you may not lose if you bet on me. With your arrogance, you will not do such despicable things. Well, is there something wrong with His Majesty the Pope?"

When Prince Chik heard the four words of His Majesty the Pope, he suddenly raised his giant sword with both hands and interrupted Zhang Wuren loudly: "Stop talking nonsense! Zhang Wuren! You either put down your weapons and surrender, or you will fight out from here!"

The boss of the Zhong family cursed: "Damn it! I will chop off your little face first!"

There were hundreds of people on the other side, all of whom were the backbone of the Holy Church. In addition, there were special cases, old monks from India and the Onmyoji Association and other schools were helping each other. At the outermost periphery of the cathedral, there were soldiers holding guns eyeing each other.

Now that we have no hostages, fighting hard with each other is definitely a dead end!

At that moment, Zhang Wuren stopped the Zhong brothers, then threw the iron stick of Tantra on the ground with a bang, reached out to pat the dust on his body, and said, "You won, Prince Chik."

He threw away the iron stick of Tantra, which was equivalent to surrendering.

He Zhonghua has always been the only one who is the leader of the old Zhang. When Zhang Wuren threw away the iron stick of Tantra, He Zhonghua also cursed his mother fiercely and said, "Prince Chik, you are really our nemesis. Three years ago, you lost the gambling battle in Qinghai, but secretly transported the glacier and snow corpse away. Three years later, you have practiced shamelessly so you are even more perfect. You dare not even the process of gambling battle! OK! I admit it!"

He also threw away the demon sword and suppressed the ghost with a bang, then hugged his arms, looking dumb.

Wen Taizi and Su Zian said nothing, silently threw the sharp cone and the soul-sealing pen to the ground. I sighed and threw the fire stick out.

Only the Zhong brothers were cursing and insisting on fighting with Prince Chik. It was funny to think about it. When the Zhong brothers were still conjoined, they were chopped into two people by Prince Chik, resulting in less and less cooperation between their brothers.

Unexpectedly, three years later, Prince Chik was cheated again. These are so good that they probably won’t even have a lifetime.

Who can I blame this? I blame Prince Chik for being shameless? Or is we blame for being careless?

He Zhonghua said: "Old Zhong, stop messing around. Didn't the fortune teller of the Yuan family criticize you for your life? You two will definitely die in a place with ice and snow. The Vatican is sunny and sunny, it's not winter, and it's not your burial place."

The boss of the Zhong family said: "Yuan Tianming is stupid. Who knows if he is sure to approve his life? Besides, if these grandchildren make our brothers half dead and throw them to places like Greenland or the Arctic, who can I ask for to reason?"

I almost laughed out loud if I hadn't lived for a while. If I hadn't lived for a while, I might have really had to laugh with them. But when I saw the gallows on the round platform, I couldn't laugh anymore. Someone from the Zhong brothers criticized my life, but no one criticized my life.

Zhang Wuren glanced at the Zhong brothers meaningfully and said, "Stop struggling, let's take a gamble!"

I know what Zhang Wuren meant by saying a bet. Until now, the dog skin plaster should be about to chase after him. This thing is so powerful and domineering. Coming to a holy place like the Vatican will definitely cause riots.

If you fight hard now, even if you can kill Prince Chik, you will probably have to die on the spot. It would be better to let them escort them to the gallows. These geniuses are delayed in doing things, and maybe they can hold on until the dog skin plaster chases us.

In this situation, if there are changes, it is much better than if there are no changes.

The Zhong brothers are not stupid either. I can think of anything I can think of. They also cursed and threw away the guys in their hands. Compared to us, these two guys have a lot of things, including the corpse liquid contained in a bottle, the bronze mirror that suppresses zombies, the strange little gong, and some scattered and mixed things.

When we gave up and resisted, the Holy Knights immediately surrounded them. However, what they were carrying were not two-handed giant swords, but steel-cast bracelets and anklets. In addition to the extremely hard material, there were also incomprehensible teachings on them.

I think it is to prevent someone from using some strange means to unlock the chain?

These sacred knights were quite heavy. Even if we didn't resist at all, we were still cautiously pressing us to the ground first, and then handcuffed us all into chains.

Two knights pressed my head to the ground, but they mocked me: "Prince Chik, I think you should not be in the circle in the future. Just this fucking thing you did today. If someone dares to believe what you said in the future, I will twist my head off as a ball and kick it!"

Prince Chik said expressionlessly: "Maybe your head will be twisted off in a while."

After saying this, he turned around and left, but for some reason, when I saw Prince Chik's back, I felt a very strange feeling in my heart.

It's like...despair?
Chapter completed!