High in the sky, the gods of Odin's Temple stared at this incredible war fortress in amazement. They had never seen such a war fortress. Even in the ancient war of gods, humans had already copied Thor's hammer.
It is a strategic weapon, but humans have not created such a strange war fortress. Yes, it is very strange. This metal city gives people a gloomy feeling, and the whole body exudes a strange cold air.
"We have to think of a way." Rhine, who is known for his wisdom among the beast gods, frowned. We have to think of a way to solve this problem! Otherwise, if those despicable believers die too many casualties here, it will be impossible.
It is in the interests of the gods!
Just when Rhine and other gods were helpless in the face of this sudden appearance of the war fortress, Blackbeard's roar was echoing over the Holy Mountain. Blackbeard's voice was still choked with a hint of strong personal emotion, and it was full of emotion.
He has an indescribable and complicated emotion. From his shouts, everyone can hear how emotional and compassionate a good man he is!
"Impossible! This is impossible! The elite legions of the three temples, the Temple of Dawn, the Temple of Punishment, and the Temple of War, were completely wiped out?"
"Impossible! How is this possible! Great gods, protect your devout believers! What outstanding young people they are. They are all a group of good lads. They went to the battlefield to safeguard the glory of the gods. They
They will do anything for the gods! Such devout believers, how could they suddenly, suddenly..."
Standing in the most majestic and solemn Academic Affairs Hall on the top of the Holy Mountain, the disheveled black-bearded man cried bitterly with red lips all over his face. Although there were not a few tears on his face, he at least replaced them with snot.
, it looks like his old face is still wet.
He grabbed the sleeve of the red-robed Archbishop of the Divine Family next to him, wiped his face fiercely, and then began to cry in pain again. He covered his face with both hands. Because of the severe pain,
All the muscles in his body were twitching. Because of the sorrow coming from the depths of his soul, Blackbeard finally became unsteady and fell to the ground with his knees weak.
Blackbeard, who was almost rolling on the ground and howling, was sobbing and wailing. He accurately reported the names of the senior generals in the elite legions of the three major temples, and even the resumes of their adjutants and some important subordinate officers. Blackbeard
He reported everything correctly one by one. He painfully told the church leaders around him how much he liked these great young men and how much he loved these outstanding young people. How difficult it was for him to make the decision to send them away.
The decision to go to the battlefield, and how sad he is now.
With a fierce sobbing, Blackbeard raised his head. His eyes were red from being hit by his fist, and were already a little purple. He rubbed the corners of his eyes and hissed sadly: "Poor Saint Joe,
I remember that his fiancée is only fifteen years old! It was originally said that after this war, he would get married to her fiancée!"
"Ah, Saint Joe, poor Saint Joe! Your fiancée is known as the most beautiful flower in Dawn Seminary. She is so beautiful, so weak, and so joyful! Wow. You died in the battle.
, how do you want her to survive? In this damn world full of tigers and wolves, how do you want her to survive in the Western Continent where alien races and orcs roam everywhere?"
Standing up with difficulty, Blackbeard looked at the thousands of church leaders in front of him. He said word by word: "Dear brothers, we are all servants of the gods. We must uphold the compassionate and kind heart of the master. We
We cannot let the warriors of the gods and devout believers bleed and shed tears! Of course, Saint Jobe has died in the battle, so he will not shed tears, but we cannot do those chilling things!"
He slapped his chest hard and did not allow these church leaders to speak. Blackbeard already said to himself: "I have a good arrangement, Hammer, my old brother, your distant cousin Big Bobby, he is not
Have you never had a wife? The most beautiful little flower of our Chenxi Seminary will be taken care of by him from now on! Well, find a good time in these two days and let them have sex as soon as possible!"
A cardinal archbishop, the father of St. Joebe's fiancee as Blackbeard said, when he heard that Blackbeard had arranged a marriage for his daughter, he was so excited that he trembled and was about to step forward to refuse.
Blackbeard's 'goodwill'.
Big Bobby, that 'young man', our dear Cardinal Archbishop knows him - this boy is now responsible for guarding the church's only external gate. It is a man over thirty years old, smelling of fish, and covered with black hair like a black bear.
He is a tough and strong man. And as for the daughter of our cardinal archbishop, the fiancee of St. Joebe who died in the war, she is the most beautiful flower in the church!
But before the red archbishop could speak, Blackbeard had strode up to him and hugged his neck. The monster-like arm strength tightened the archbishop's trachea, making him unable to even breathe.
, let alone speak.
Blackbeard's eyes widened with ferocity, and he stared at the unfortunate red archbishop and said ferociously: "I know Saint Jobe is an outstanding young man, but no matter how outstanding he is, he is dead! Well, you don't
Are you going to take your daughter to die for St. Joebe because you are too sad? Would you choose to be hanged, beheaded, or burned at the stake? What if your whole family wants to die for St. Joebe!"
The naked threat and the naked gangster’s face can be seen at a glance!
Blackbeard's words made the high-level church officials in the hall look at each other in silence. Facing the heavily armed Black Tiger family soldiers around the hall, and facing Xuanlan and Jiugong who were squatting at the door of the hall carrying a roasted dragon leg and eating happily,
Where would anyone dare to speak against Blackbeard?
By the way, the roasted dragon leg that Xuan Lan and the wine barrel are tearing apart is actually a temple-protecting holy dragon of the Temple of Punishment. It is an ancient dragon that surrendered to the God of Punishment at the end of the Ancient God War and possesses the power of a peak god.
Ah! But this ancient dragon faced Xuanlan and Liquor, and was killed with just one blow, and then was sent to the grill!
By the way, this is the eighteenth church’s temple-protecting holy dragon that Xuanlan and Jiugong have eaten in the past few days!
Faced with such two ferocious freaks who could kill even a god-level dragon with food and drinks, how could these mortal church leaders have the guts to talk nonsense to Blackbeard?
Satisfied, he let go of the red archbishop who was about to suffocate and fainted. Blackbeard winked at the hammer triumphantly: "Let Big Bobby go and take the beauty home later. Well, hurry up and fiercely
Come on, do it quickly. These are extraordinary times, and we don’t have time for him to waste! Tsk, I’ve seen that girl once, she’s a big beauty, and the cheap bus is better than this kid!”
Iron Hammer smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a thin line. He had also met the great beauty Blackbeard mentioned twice, the fiancée of the dead ghost St. Joe Beg. She was indeed a stunning beauty who would conquer the entire country. Don't mention it in this world.
The church, even the entire western continent, couldn't find a few girls more beautiful than her. The three girls around Lin Qi, Esther, Aimo, and Yitris, were only slightly better in temperament.
He coughed hard, and Blackbeard tightened his open shirt, barely buttoning a button, and then he opened his mouth and started howling. However, after howling for a few times, he found that no one in the hall was crying with him.
Blackbeard was so bored that he simply shut his mouth and showed his proper expression.
"Okay, let's get down to business now!" Blackbeard glanced majestically and fiercely at the many church leaders in the hall: "The elite troops of the three major temples were wiped out. This revenge must be avenged. Well, the losses were also
There are civilian priests in charge of daily administration and missionary matters in major temples of the church. This loss is too heavy, and we must avenge this."
A bold cardinal, the red-robed Archbishop of Divine Crown, spoke tremblingly: "But, respected Lord Lin Hu, we don't have enough troops now! We have even exhausted the troops to defend the Holy Mountain. We...
"
Blackbeard interrupted the archbishop rudely: "But, I heard that there are elites hidden under every temple?"
The vast majority of the church's senior officials looked at a loss, and only a handful of core-level church officials' expressions suddenly changed. They looked at each other, and finally the chief elder of the thirteenth generation of the church's doomsday elders walked out tremblingly.
The crowd coughed slightly.
This is a man who is so old that he is skinny and bones, with age spots all under his skin, but each age spot contains a huge amount of divine power. He relies entirely on his own cultivation and some divine power seeds from the gods for guidance to forcefully break through to the lower gods.
A senior cleric in the realm. Although Blackbeard is now in charge of all affairs of the entire church, and Blackbeard has a profound background and has extremely strong personal strength, this old man who was rewarded with the surname of "God" within the church has
He was able to stand in front of Blackbeard without being humble or arrogant.
After coughing a few times, God Caesar gave Blackbeard the highest courtesy of meeting the gods. To this day, many high-level officials in the church are well aware of what kind of existence Blackbeard and the others are.
"Dear Lord Lin Hu, those hidden powers, for example, the true elite of the Punishment Knights that have existed since the ancient gods war, cannot leave the Holy Mountain easily. Or I might as well make it clearer,
You have no right to move them!"
Blackbeard was silent. He put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to look at the short and shriveled god, Caesar, who was like a dried hazelnut.
Taking 'God' as the surname is not only an honor in the church, but also a qualification and a symbol of strength. Except for the first batch of apostles who founded the church with the surname of 'God', others can be
Those who bear this title are all strong men who have reached the level of gods by relying on their own cultivation. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!