Mr. Mourinho rode the fire phoenix and slowly descended from the sky, his handsome face was covered with bone-chilling frost, and it was so cold.
"You are so courageous!" Priest Swan's gaze swept across the square, and every Behemoth caught in his gaze couldn't help but shudder. "Xiao Ju! Fight! Are you still soldiers? Are you?
Or a sacrifice?" Mr. Mourinho angrily pointed at the Feileng Cui militia and the soldiers of the God of War's Whip and cursed: "You are simply a bunch of hooligans and hooligans!"
"And you!" The chief priest of Swan did not spare the priests in the square: "More than 600 priests and nearly 8,000 followers! You actually watched these two groups fighting in the God of Mars Square! You guys
What are you doing for food?”
There was an awkward silence.
"Answer me!" Mr. Mourinho roared.
There was an even more embarrassing silence.
The collision of armor and weapons sounded from time to time. More regular knights and infantrymen of the "Whip of the God of War" legion came in neat formation from another street. A Rhine knight with a legion commander on his chest was angry.
Riding a Greenland snow lion, he reined in the reins in front of the Champ de Mars. His eyes stared at the Feileng Cui militiamen like knives.
A red luxury chariot, guarded by a group of brightly armored Khajiit Templar knights, slowly passed through the neat formation of Behemoth soldiers and stopped next to the statue of the God of War.
The Tigo tiger who was driving jumped out of the front seat of the car and laid the felt and footrests on the door of the car. The two Medusas had horns on their heads and were stout and six meters tall.
The soldiers moved from the back of the chariot to the front, their godless eyes mechanically looking at the chaotic Champ de Mars.
Horned Viper Warrior! These are the two envoys of the Temple Inquisition!
The car door opened, and White Tiger Priest Mr. Bergkamp jumped out of the car. He helped a short old man named Beamon slowly stand on the pedestal of the car and then on to the ground.
This old man from Behemoth holds an ancient bronze version of the "Sacrificial Code" on his chest. His face is full of deep wrinkles, and a dim "king" pattern is faintly visible between his eyebrows; the sagging skin is the result of perennial
It is gray and white without sunlight, with a tower-shaped crown on his head studded with gems and pearls, and a specially tailored red sacrificial robe covered with wonderful talismans.
When those muddy and dim old eyes swept across the entire Champ de Mars Square, both priests and soldiers collectively touched their chests and paid their most sincere respect to this old man who represented divine authority and the God of War.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Red High Priest Bratni, please allow your servants to greet you." The collective voice was so unanimous at this moment.
"God is with you all, my children." Brat waved his hand lightly. After all, he was a priest who sang war songs all year round. His voice was completely opposite to his appearance. It was so crisp.
"Bratt! You're here just in time!" The Rhine Knight, who wore the emblem of the legion commander on his chest, was riding on the back of the Greenland Snow Lion. He pointed the whip at the Feileng Cui militiamen with a loud voice like
It was as loud as a thunderbolt: "No matter what, please hand over all these followers who are besieging regular soldiers to our military headquarters! Doing such a thing in the royal capital, no matter whose subordinates it is, is unforgivable."
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"Prince Kahn." Red High Priest Brat nodded politely to the Rhine Army Commander: "Can you please allow me to investigate the situation first?"
Liu Zhenshao rolled his eyes at the Rhine Knight. This guy turned out to be "Prince Lionheart" Kahn, one of the two legion commanders of the "Whip of the God of War"; the younger brother of His Majesty King Grek Thrall.
"What else needs to be investigated? My dear Lord Brat!" Prince Kahn, who had a golden beard on his face, growled in a low voice: "The facts are already in front of you!"
"When two children fight, as a parent, what you should do more is to persuade them." Brat smiled brightly: "Prince Kahn, the God of War tells us that forgiveness and kindness are the greatest virtues."
"Your Majesty Brat, what I want to say is that the God of War also tells us that the majesty of the law cannot be trampled on!" Prince Kahn said in a deep voice.
"Is it illegal to besiege the priest and his followers?" Liu Zhenzhen asked loudly.
"Who are you?" Prince Kahn turned the snow lion. He looked at Liu Zhenhan with an aggressive look.
"I am Richard, the war priest who was besieged by the regular soldiers of your 'Whip of the God of War' legion." Liu Zhencheng crossed his arms and looked at Prince Lionheart: "So many priests in the square can prove it for me!"
"This joke is not funny." Prince Lionheart sneered: "How could Behemoth's regular soldiers besiege a priest for no reason!"
"Your joke is not very authentic." Liu Zhanchen snorted out a ball of snot and threw it far away, "How could Behemoth's star-robed priest lead his followers to besiege regular soldiers for no reason?"
"You..." Prince Kahn was furious, but was choked for a moment. After looking around continuously, he asked in a deep voice with a mahjong face: "Where is His Royal Highness Prince Richard? Where is he now?
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Liu Zhenzhen, Guoguo and the Second Young Master and the Third Young Master pointed at the cocoon struggling on the ground.
"Did you do it?" Prince Lionheart leaned slightly out from the back of the snow lion. This action, together with his sharp eyes, made his whole body become as scary as if it was filled with high-voltage electricity.
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"This is the power of the God of War." Liu Zhenzhen began to slap his hat on his head. He now has some ideas on how to be a magic stick.
"Alarmist!" Prince Lionheart sneered coldly: "Now, I need you to let go of His Majesty the Prince immediately. Our God of War is not a spider, but he does not have the habit of being mummified. As for your debt, I will settle it with you later!
You are a little little war priest of the Pig tribe."
Liu Zhenzhen thought he was farting.
"My child, let's let go of Prince Richard first." His Majesty Brat showed a knowing smile to Liu Zhenhan: "As the most devout servant of the God of War, no one can hurt you anymore. I will use a
I swear in the name of old Tiger."
Liu Zhenshaan shrugged his eyebrows, walked to the cocoon, and cunningly started to tear it up from Prince Richard's buttocks. Seeing the skirt of the armor, Liu Zhenshao smiled slyly and looked up at the card.
Prince En. Suddenly there was strength in his hand.
"Woo~" A sound of fabric breaking came, and a gap was opened in the huge spider web cocoon, and just a little white content was revealed, but Liu Zhenzhen suddenly became unlucky, and his body was thrown high in a diagonal line.
He was waving a large piece of armor and rags randomly in his hands, letting out a series of strange screams and falling straight to the ground. The back of his head made a hole in the ground, and the ground made a loud "thrust" sound. Dust and debris flew everywhere.
"What a bastard! You little son of a bitch!" Liu Zhenzhen stood up from the ground with gritted teeth and touched his nose. Fortunately, there was no blood, but others could clearly see that there was an extra line on his face.
Shocking whip marks.
Because the cocoon of the spider web opened a gap, His Highness used brute force to break free of the restraints. At this time, the stickiness of the solid spider web had reached its cooling time, and Prince Richard easily got rid of the spider web entangled in his body.
, stood up from the ground.
Holding a giant sword in one hand and covering the back of his buttocks with the other, His Royal Highness was trembling violently. His handsome face was bruised and bruised. His face was covered with blood stains, and a huge black bump appeared at the corner of each eye, making him look like
A cute lion-headed goldfish, with long golden hair falling down one by one like a kite with a broken string. The golden Misori armor is not much different from the defective products picked up from the garbage dump, just like the fragrant handkerchief.
The surface is full of craters.
If Liu Zhancheng hadn't been a little scrupulous, the prince would have been scrapped long ago even if he had ten lives.
But compared to the dignity of the royal family, the prince's current appearance is probably not much better than dying in battle.
The piece of armor and rags in Liu Zhenhan's hand came from His Highness the Prince's buttocks.
The hybrid of Rhine and Tagore is strong. The tiger tail that Prince Richard had tucked into his armor struck Liu Zhanchen in the face like a steel whip at the moment when his armor and clothes were torn apart. There is a saying in Behemoth——
- "Tiger's butt can't be touched." Old Liu forgot about this and wanted to strip the prince naked, but he inadvertently suffered a painful blow.
Although this man was a bit unjust, Liu Zhanzhen was also very wicked. He was hit in the face by the tiger's tail, and he did not forget to yank the cloth in his hand. Now His Royal Highness's white butt and thighs have a large part.
After it was revealed to the public, there were people everywhere in the square, and there were also people watching the fun in the bar. Seeing the prince's appearance, even Behemoth, who was so serious in his speech, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
A few people who usually enjoy a bit of bad taste stared at the prince's handsome buttocks with firm lines and swallowed hard.
"What a big guy!" Liu Zhencheng blew a frivolous whistle in a very free and easy manner, shook off the broken armor and pieces of cloth in his hands, looked at His Highness the Prince who was covering his butt, and said seriously: "Just because of your dick
In terms of size, it is much better than your martial arts."
"I mean your tail." Liu Zhenshao added another explanation: "It's not another tail."
Feileng Cui's men and horses laughed extra hard, and Prince Kahn's face suddenly looked as ugly as the sea level before the storm.
His Royal Highness Prince Richard closed his eyes and inhaled hard, his chest heaving violently. For some reason, the hem of his torn and incomplete armor began to drip with strings of blood again, splattering on the ground.
On the bluestone floor, ticking sounds were heard.
"Hey, the lion is menstruating? Isn't that a 'red water beast'!" Liu Zhenzhen looked fussed, but he couldn't hide the cunning in his eyes.
Laughing wildly, laughing violently, and some people cheering loudly——people who are afraid of the world being in chaos can be found everywhere.
"Damn Pidge!" Prince Kahn just let out an angry roar. The Greenland Snow Lion sitting next to him had just taken a step forward. A hammered dysprosium feather arrow with a sharp whistle sound was nailed between the snow lion's toes.
The free ice and fire fragments frightened the snow lion and almost threw Prince Kahn off his saddle.
What a fast arrow! Prince Kahn is a professional soldier. His first reaction was to evaluate what kind of archer this arrow came from——Zheqin the Divine Arrow! There is no doubt that he is the best with extremely strong arms.
Zheqin, the divine arrow! The level of this archer is far inferior to that of the "Whip of the God of War" archery instructor.
Nedvěd folded his hands in his arms, calmly.
There were many centaurs and archers secretly pointing at him, their eyes full of admiration as if they were seeing an idol.
"I said, are you a princess?" Liu Zhenzhen asked Prince Richard with a grin.
Prince Richard roared with a changed tone, picked up a spider web cocoon from the ground, tied a knot around his waist randomly, then held the giant sword upside down, and walked towards Liu Zhenshao step by step with a crazy look on his face. The current prince
Your Highness's eyes have completely bulged out, and there is glistening saliva at the corners of his mouth. His head is turned to one side, and he twitches nervously from time to time. He is completely stimulated and ready to risk his life.
As soon as Liu Zhencheng saw this posture, he immediately shouted for help in a panicked tone, and in a flash, he jumped behind the red high priest Brat Nixia.
His Highness the Prince smiled strangely, and the giant sword in his hand dragged out a string of sparks on the ground. The muscles all over his body had burst through the armor, and the twisted veins bulged like earthworms, and every step of his step crushed a piece of bluestone pavement.
Because the madness effect has reached its limit, His Highness the Prince's long golden hair has been stretched straight. What's especially weird is that His Highness the Prince, who used to have long hair, now has a small Mediterranean Sea in the middle of his head. It seems like a crappy
The barber accidentally shaved off a bald patch.
His Highness the Prince does not have the same aloofness and handsomeness as when he first appeared on the Champ de Mars. If he was like a dragon-slaying prince who came out of a girl's dream, now he is still the prince in a girl's dream.
But the girl in the dream must be an ogre or a Kuo Tao mermaid.
The tattered armor, torn clothing, ferocious eyes, weird hairstyle, and ugly scars all over his body. These scars are all external injuries and look horrible. In fact, the damage is limited, and they are mainly ugly.
Liu Zhenchen wanted this effect. If he really beat the prince to death, his sacrifice would definitely come to an end.
"That's enough! Prince Richard, do you want to openly attack a priest in front of me?" Brat looked at His Royal Highness the Prince who was walking unstoppably step by step with great majesty: "Until now, Li Cha
The priest has not made any move to attack you! And your attitude is really not like that of a humble clergy! If you have any conflicts, you can appeal and arbitrate! Didn't you see that I have already mentioned the gods of the two religious deacons?
Did the envoy bring it?"
"Please remember your identity!" Bratt emphasized his tone: "You are a Templar serving the God of War, a cleric! All conflicts among clergy will be resolved within the temple!"
Prince Richard had no intention of stopping at all. His nose was filled with heavy and turbid breathing, his eyes were blood red, he turned around, the giant sword shook away a cold light, and let out a beast-like roar in a hoarse voice: "Pi
Ge, you are definitely dead today! No matter who is protecting you, I will make your head into a wine container! I swear!"
"I order you, Knight Richard, to stop your advance immediately." His Majesty Brat looked at His Highness the Prince.
His Highness the Prince still walked forward stubbornly.
There was a crisp "whoosh" sound, and a carved feather arrow hit the bluestone pavement five steps in front of His Highness the Prince. It entered the ground half a foot, and the tail of the arrow trembled with a "whoosh", and streaks of ice and flames shone in the arrow.
The pole floated away, and fine sparks of ice dust burst out in a "cracking" motion, as dazzling as fireworks.
"Don't be presumptuous before the Pope takes his seat!" Nedved shouted loudly, with four arrows already clasped on the Salas flame magic bow in his hand, aiming at the prince's proud head.
"Magic Archer!" Prince Lionheart's pupils suddenly swelled several times and he roared.
"Do you dare to shoot a prince?" His Highness Richard had obviously lost control. He turned around and looked at Nedved with the eyes of a paranoid, and beat his chest hard: "Do you dare?
House! If you have the guts, shoot an arrow and show me!"
"If you take another five steps closer to Lord Feilengcui and the Pope, you will know whether I dare to shoot or not." Nedved sneered.
"Why don't you dare!" His Highness the Prince dragged his giant sword and strode towards Lord Brat.
Many of the altar priests on the Champ de Mars Square took off their pet badges and squinted at Prince Richard with eyes as bright as a torch.
His Highness the Prince keenly sensed the hostility around him. After taking the fourth step, he stopped his feet, turned around and scanned the surroundings. There was endless madness in his eyes, and he let out a low roar in his throat.
His provocation obviously aggravated others' misunderstanding of him. At least twenty high-level Behemoth warriors spontaneously stood beside the red high priest with weapons in hand. Countless long-range attackers opened their bows and arrows and took out their javelins.
The slingshot directed the cold light at His Highness the Prince.
The two huge horned viper angels also stood on the flanks of the Pope, looking at His Highness the Prince with their godless eyes like looking at a frog.
Prince Richard looked as if he had been struck by electricity. He looked blankly at Lord Pidge, who was huddled behind the red high priest not far away. No matter how superb his martial arts was, there was absolutely no way he could take another step forward, because if he took another step forward,
There is a huge suspicion of assassinating the pope. This crime can definitely kill a prince.
"Don't stop it! Knight Richard!" Mr. Mourinho came out to smooth things over: "Waving weapons in front of the red high priest, do you want to be burned on the rack? Give up your temporary confusion! Go to Bra
I apologize!"
"I want to duel with him!" Prince Richard, with his hair disheveled, pointed at the triumphant Liu Zhensha with the giant sword he extended, and his throat became like scraping an old and careless bottom of a pot due to excessive force.
"A duel with a priest? Are you sure you can face the followers and demon pets of Richard Priest alone?" Mourinho was angry and funny at the same time, and kept cursing this kid in his heart that he was an idiot.