Glancing gently at Andre who was standing aside, Zite smiled and said: "Andre's idea is correct. Before we have the absolute advantage to easily defeat our enemies, we must be patient and learn to be humble.
The painful history of our race teaches us - we must be careful, careful, and careful again! Our enemies are not only monks, but also those evil dark creatures, they are also our irreconcilable enemies!"
When he talked about the dark creatures, Zite's eyes turned red - he would never forget that when the angel clan and the monks of the Paradise Star fought, those dark creatures that exuded evil and stench suddenly appeared from another space.
Come, and then launch exploits against both warring parties indiscriminately! Those stupid dark creatures who only know how to kill, when they discovered that the blood of angels can quickly enhance their strength, they regarded angels as their own for a long time.
Delicious prey!
If it weren't for the dark creatures that disrupted the situation, maybe the angels wouldn't have lost so miserably? They lost so badly that they would never be able to turn around!
Shaking his head, Zite smiled and warned all senior clergy including Gurlit I - the angel family is great and invincible, but the enemy is also powerful, and their evil power cannot be underestimated.
The bloodline of the Angel Clan now is extremely thin, and they cannot afford to lose too many men, so they must be careful in all their actions!
"Before we have absolute certainty to destroy the enemy, all tentative actions must be stopped! The pain suffered by Angela and the others is the best warning to us!" Finally, Zite told the people of the Holy See: "Look for opportunities and accumulate strength.
, absolutely do not act rashly. Without complete assurance, we must not expose the strength we have now!"
"Yes! Your will is our will!" Gurlit I, Andre, Amphit, Angela and other clergymen all kowtowed and saluted.
Cite looked at these devout believers with satisfaction... No, not just devout believers. When these believers merged with the angel's holy blood brought by Cite, they became members of the angel tribe... Although their
The bloodline is a bit thin, but the bloodline of the Angel Clan has extremely wonderful properties. The bloodline in their bodies will gradually become stronger. Given enough time, the once extremely powerful Angel Clan will stand at the pinnacle of the universe again!
As long as Zite is given enough time, the Angel Clan will definitely be able to regain its former strength.
When he thought of the 50 billion people in the Earth Federation, Zite couldn't help but tremble with excitement - time, give him time, give him enough time!
While imagining the bright future of the angel race in the future, several panting priests hurriedly ran in: "The great Lord Zite, your distinguished Majesty, the Cardinal Archbishop of the Church of the Three Souls in Paris, His Excellency Essen Millmore, is asking for help. A group of evil
Dark creatures are hunting him and a devout believer who takes refuge in the Holy See!"
Dark creature, hunt, red archbishop, believer!
Zite, who didn't know the specific rules and regulations of the Holy See, roared crazily: "Evil dark creatures? They must be destroyed!"
But Gurlit I, who knew the Holy See's "Asylum System", his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked: "The believer who can let Essen Millmore personally go out? The reason?"
As worthy of being the current pope of the Holy See, Gurlitt I went straight to the core of the problem as soon as he opened his mouth. A believer who deserves to be protected by the Cardinal of the Holy See must have great value. The Cardinal is not a potato of a defense company.
The same mercenary bodyguards, not everyone is worthy of the red archbishop!
A priest responded respectfully: "That believer is willing to donate 10 billion in cash to God to save the believers of the Holy See... He has an extremely important piece of Roman information!"
Ten billion in cash? None of the clergy present paid attention to this thing that was too smooth for them to wipe their buttocks.
Important information about the Romans? Information worthy of the Alliance of Gods sending elites to attack the church? This information is worth far more than the so-called 10 billion in cash! It can force a red archbishop to abandon the church he is responsible for and flee in panic.
Force is the absolute elite force in the Alliance of Gods. The value of this information can be imagined.
Andre came to the confused Cite, explained the detailed terms of the 'asylum system' to Csite, and analyzed the powerful relationships for him.
Zite's eyes lit up, he retracted the six wings behind his back, and shouted loudly: "Then, which one should we go to pick up... Essen..."
Andre hurriedly added: "Your Excellency Essen Millimor!"
Zite laughed loudly: "Then, let's go to meet Essen Millimor as soon as possible!"
Three minutes later, a large group of Holy See elites swarmed out, and three heavy assault boats, surrounded by a large number of maglev chariots, met Gu Yuru and his party who were escaping from Paris to the Vatican.
In space, two federal military satellites locked onto this small team. However, when officials from the military intelligence department saw the silver cross badge on the battleship, they immediately cleared the two satellites and all surveillance instruments in the nearby airspace.
Adjust it far away.
Seventy kilometers north of the Vatican, under a hill covered with olive trees, beside a winding river, a fierce battle just broke out on a four-lane road.
More than two hundred capable soldiers wearing digital camouflage uniforms methodically besieged a group of more than fifty clergymen wearing gray robes. This group of clergymen armed with various light and heavy firearms clung to a hill, using the terrain to
The fight between Zhili and the more than two hundred soldiers was lively and lively. Both sides used heavy weapons such as anti-tank missiles. Occasionally, a few stray bullets hit the nearby hills, and large olive trees tumbled into the sky.
It turned into countless fragments and fell one after another.
On the west side of the hill where this fierce battle took place, in a grove of olive trees that were more than thirty years old, a group of tauren and werewolves surrounded more than twenty Vatican knights covered in blood and were happily chopping them down.
The so-called joy of cutting means that the Holy See knights present only passively defended themselves, relying on the heavy shields blessed with holy power defense to resist the enemy's attack with difficulty; while this group of tauren and werewolves raised their hands without any worries.
The axes and swords stood in a circle, slashing at the Holy See knights in the circle like chopping vegetables.
Amidst the clanking sound of the collision, the Holy See Knights kept spitting out blood from their mouths. The enemy's power was so strong that the internal organs of these elite Holy See Knights were shocked.
A dark magician in black robes stood on a hill nearby, constantly grinning and arrogating for these tauren and werewolves. As long as one of the Holy See knights is slightly negligent, as long as there is a slight flaw in the holy power light shield on his body
, a dark spell will fall on him immediately. The dark spell with various negative effects does not directly hurt people, but greatly weakens the combat effectiveness of these elite knights. Any Vatican knight who is hit by a dark spell is like being hit by a woman.
The barbaric man who had exhausted all his energy felt weak all over, and was immediately chopped into pieces by a big ax and a sword.
In a small valley about two kilometers south of this group of desperately resisting Holy See knights, His Excellency Red Archbishop Essen Millmore was panting and resisting the joint attack of two dark mages.
Gu Yuru stomped behind Essen Millimole like a chick just out of the nest, screaming at the top of his lungs. He hugged Essen Millimole's thigh tightly and kept screaming: "Great
Bishop... I will add money, I will give you more money, you must protect me... you must protect me!"
Gu Yuru's two hands were clawing and clasping at Essenmmor's thighs. While Essenmmor was supporting the crumbling Holy Light Shield, he continued to shoot various powerful magical spells to attack the enemy.
The ancient jade in human hands was invaded by hairy hands and feet, and for a moment he had the illusion that the sky was full of flies.
With an angry kick, Gu Yuru was trampled to the ground, and Essenmoor hissed: "Shut up! This is already the territory of the Holy See, and reinforcements will be here soon!"
As if to disprove Essen Millimor's words, three jet-black lightnings fell from a high altitude, blasting the Holy Light Shield on his body into pieces.
Essenmole screamed, and he hurriedly took out a scroll that emitted powerful fluctuations of holy power. He glanced at the nine white feathers on the scroll with heartache, gritted his teeth and tore open the scroll.
The ninth-level group defense spell 'Holy Angel Guard' was activated, and a white light several kilometers in diameter fell from the sky. Nearly a hundred angels, whose whole bodies shone with pure white light and were condensed purely from light attribute energy, flapped their radiant wings and slowly descended from the sky.
Nine angels surrounded Essenmole, forming a powerful protective circle. The other angels were suspended behind a Vatican knight and clergy respectively, tightly wrapped in thick white armor.
them.
As the holy power entered the body, the clergy of the Holy See cheered with joy!
The Holy See knights, who were beaten out of breath by the minotaurs and werewolves, suddenly gained strength. They cheered and launched a counterattack. The sudden increase in strength caught the besieging minotaurs and werewolves off guard, and several minotaurs at the front were killed.
The axes flew from their hands, and the Holy See knights left deep wounds on their bodies, and blood arrows sprayed far away from the bodies of these energetic tauren.
The clergy armed with firearms jumped up even more arrogantly. They carried various firearms and launched a counterattack against the enemy more than 100 meters away.
The anti-tank missiles hitting them only made them stagger; the large-caliber rifle grenades made them unable to move at all; the large-caliber sniper bullets barely made a ripple on their holy light armor and disappeared without a trace.
There is no trace; ordinary bullets cannot even shake this thick layer of holy light armor.
A ninth-level protective spell quickly turned the tide of the battle. A counterattack launched by Essen Millmor's subordinates killed a tauren, seven werewolves and more than 80 elite warriors in just two minutes.
The two dark mages who besieged Essen Millmore laughed sinisterly. Not only did they not launch a crazy attack, they turned into two black smoke and retreated several hundred meters back.
Essenmole looked in surprise at the enemies who were relentlessly pursuing him along the way. He held a scroll of level eight single-target attack magic tightly in his hand and did not dare to relax at all.