In a small European country, in an ordinary red house, a group of people sat together around a round table, similar to the round table meeting of the knights of the round table in European mythology.
In the eyes of ordinary Europeans, the round table meetings similar to myths and legends are undoubtedly extremely high in specifications. Because they are all mythical figures, any round table meetings in later generations are just imitating them in the eyes of ordinary people, and the specifications are definitely not as good as those of these groups.
myth.
But today, in this ordinary red house, these people who hold roundtables are all shocking. Perhaps the mythical and legendary roundtable knights are only worthy of carrying shoes compared to these big names.
, even said that I didn't even match my shoes.
At this moment, a golden carriage slowly stopped at the door, and a majestic man walked out of it. The man had a body of two meters, weighing at least 250 kilograms, and was covered with golden armor and holding gold rights.
With the stick, he walked with great vigor and had an indestructible majesty of the gods.
The person who helped him drive the golden carriage was the same person wearing pure gold armor and shocked the world. These coachmen looked like princes who were striking everywhere, and they were probably even the provincial bosses around the tyrant.
Not as good as them, only Xie Yang and Yuntiangang can win slightly.
But they were willing to be a groom for this majestic man wearing golden armor and holding golden scepters. They imagine how noble this golden warrior is.
A coachman respectfully helped the man with golden armor down, and then another coachman gently knocked on the door. With three light sounds, he saw the door "creaking" and even on the door.
A lot of dust fell to prove that this was indeed a red house that had never lived in.
The one who opened the door was an extremely noble woman. The coachman bowed slightly to the woman, and then said arrogantly: "Dear Queen H Lan, the radiant Apollo is here. Please step back so as not to disturb me.
To the god.”
The luxurious woman suddenly showed a look of shock on her face, and even her body was slightly excited. Then she said, "God is here, please come in quickly, the Holy Son and the Presiding Judge of the Masonic are waiting in there!"
Half kneeled, he moved the way out with great respect, and Apollo, wearing golden armor, walked in with a smile on his face.
This woman is the queen of the European lamb.
However, now, this king of a country, Her Majesty, who has been worshipped by countless people, has fallen to the point of being only worthy of others to open the door in such an occasion? So, what are the earth-shaking big names who come to attend this roundtable today?!
I don't know, no one dares to think. But there is no doubt that the mythical Knights' Meeting of the Round Table is too far from this specification. At least, in their capacity, it is impossible to make a queen.
Open the door for them.
The door slowly opened, Apollo walked in gently with his footsteps, then gently swept into the house and found that it was an extremely simple house. There was a huge hexagram directly above the house, which symbolized the world.
The totem of the largest organization of Freemasonry. However, it was crowded with people at this moment, sitting neatly in accordance with their own position, with a strict and distinct level.
One of the extremely young men sat in the front door of the round table. According to the traditional customs of the Republic, this position is the most noble, and only those with the highest power and prestige can be allowed.
Of course, only by thinking that he has become the Son of God can he dare to take this position.
At this moment, an old man was sitting in the left hand of the Son, closing his eyes to rest. His appearance was three-point similar to Tom, and he was Tom's father, Mr. Rothschild, the current Supreme Judge of the Freemason.
On the left hand is the noble Pope.
Although the Holy See is far less glorious than the Middle Ages so that even the emperors must be crowned by them, the power of the Holy See cannot be underestimated. Even the most crazy ysl religion cannot shake the Holy See. And now, the legendary thousand-year-old monster of the Holy See is the Holy See.
The emergence of the Son of the Holy Son made the Holy Son soar. Even the Freemasons, which once ruled the world, had to temporarily stand at a disadvantage. In the end, the Son, the True God, was placed in the most glorious position.
As the saint of the Freemason and future rulers, He Qingyue and Tom are naturally qualified to participate in this meeting, but the ranking is really not satisfactory.
He Qingyue was still hiding far behind the crowd. When she saw Apollo walking in from the door, her body trembled and she quickly lowered her head.
Apollo, shining brightly.
When Apollo walked in, everyone except the Son stood up and looked at the respectful guest with the most respectful look. Apollo smiled, but after seeing the Son who was still as motionless as a mountain,
Apollo frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Irregular guy, if I guess correctly, you are the Son who asked me to come?!"
"You are very tactful, the so-called sun god. It's a pity that you can't even get up the sun. You are just a monster with more strength." The Holy Son still remained motionless and took the opportunity to satirize Apollo.
"You are not a real saint, but an old monster who brainwashed others. What's strange is that there are still people who eat your trick?!" Apollo came to sit opposite the Son, with a proud face.
The face of the Son changed, and he wanted to sarcastically again. Seeing that the two true gods were about to quarrel, Mr. Rothschild, the presiding judge of the Freemason, stood up and said, "Two respected gods, I think we are not together this time.
We came to quarrel, but to discuss the matter against the East. You must know that the Orientals are about to ride on our heads now!"
"Shut up, stupid crawler, why is it your turn to speak here?" Apollo angrily.
The Son shook his head: "Your measure is really not a good deal. You should know that this is not the era of you, the Nordic monsters. This Rothschild is the person who holds the highest power in the world. Even if he is not particularly powerful, we will
It’s time to respect him.”
Apollo finally stopped talking.
Rothschild cleared his throat and said, "Now, the damn Fu Qianjun led their Chinese more and more excessively, and he snatched our territory unscrupulously. I think we should give these low-level people a little more.
Lesson, otherwise, they don’t know how much they are.”
Apollo roared: "Help me release the Nordic gods, I will kill them!"
Rothschild shook his head: "Great Apollo, although you have divine power, they have billions of people, and we can't kill them in our usual ways!"
The Holy Son frowned: "Didn't you tell me that you have mastered the secret weapon to completely exterminate these Chinese people?!"
"Yes, I have mastered it! But this is tragic, so if the tyrants go crazy at that time, I hope several great gods can help. In this way, we will exterminate the Chinese!"
Rothschild said it very confidently. The real decisive battle of the century has arrived, and for the sake of victory, he will do everything he can.