The first thousand and thirty-six chapters are busy
There is a saying that goes well, people come to this world just to make money in various ways. When the windfall is heard, it will be taken when it is time to make a move. The purpose of Xu Qing's visit today is to make a fortune and help the vampire servants along the way.
Holding the handle, seeing the three sacred weapons in front of him, he couldn't hold back his excitement and rushed to the wall. He pulled out the Longyuan Sword with his backhand and used all his strength to strike down with the sword.
Hey! The extremely sharp sword edge turned into a ray of green light and broke through the wall, directly penetrating the embedded steel plate. Xu Qing's arm sank down, the sword edge slid down like a razor, and he turned his wrist and struck out with another sword,
After a few repetitions, a doorway was opened in the wall. He stretched out his hand and pushed the whole steel plate and fell to the ground with a bang. He put away his sword and took a look. The edge of the sword was like a pool of clear water without any gaps. He couldn't help but secretly praise, Ou Yezi
mighty.
In fact, the Longyuan Sword is indeed a rare magical weapon in the world, but it also needs an owner who can control it. If it were not in the hands of Xu Qing, it would not be able to exert its magical effect. Only by pouring inner strength into the sword can it truly achieve its ultimate goal.
Indestructible.
Xu Qing turned the hilt of the sword upside down and held it in his hand. He jumped in through the opened door. He was wearing a mask anyway. He rushed to the last three safes without any scruples and swung the sword as fast as he could.
He had already looked through the broken door with his clairvoyant eyes. There were no other mechanisms inside, but the alarm would still sound.
Chacha - the first cabinet door was broken open, and the alarm sounded lively. Xu Qing reached out and grabbed the Spear of Longinus and pinned it on his waist, and quickly opened the second cabinet door.
At this time, the alarm in the underground church was already blaring loudly. Pope Paul, who was originally calm, changed his face drastically. He shook his hand and the golden scepter fell to the ground with a clatter. He quickly reached out and touched his neck.
Only the Pope himself could enter and exit this storage room where the sacred vessels were stored. The key was hanging around his old neck. Pope Paul was instantly confused. He reached out his hand and touched a rope hanging the key around his neck and yanked it down.
"Oh!" Pope Paul's cheeks twitched. In his hurry, he forgot that there were two strands of gold thread mixed into the rope. Instead of pulling off the lanyard, this pull made his neck droop.
, the pain was so painful that he could only breathe cold air.
The already nervous cardinals rushed over. Pope Paul gritted his teeth and reluctantly rolled down the keys from his neck. He raised his head and shouted: "Quick, someone is stealing the holy vessel." After saying this, he stood up tremblingly and faced him.
Going in the direction of the storage room, there is no other way. Only he can open the fingerprint lock and retinal code lock on the storage room door. This is the disadvantage of power concentrated in one person's hands.
Pope Paul walked to the door with the support of two Templars. Perhaps because he was too nervous, the key failed to fit in the keyhole several times. The situation was like a drunken relationship with an old lover of ml for decades.
It was the same, and he couldn't get it in. He was so anxious that he almost hit the door with his head.
With the help of a Templar, Pope Paul poked the key into the keyhole. Pope Paul took a deep breath and pressed the code with trembling fingers. He turned his face to the retina, and then waved to the people around him to pull open the thick metal
door.
The scene in front of them made everyone dumbfounded. All the safe doors were broken open by external forces, and the contents were empty. There was only a large door hole on the opposite wall that seemed to mock their incompetence, and there was a stupid werewolf.
Sitting on the ground and pulling at a large piece of stained cloth with his paws, the cardinal with eyesight recognized the origin of this piece of cloth, the Shroud of Turin, my God! The holy relics were being desecrated by the dark creatures they raised.
Pope Paul angrily pointed at the werewolf and said in a trembling voice: "Kill it, you are a heretic who has desecrated sacred objects." Two Templar knights drew their swords and rushed forward. One of them put his arm around the werewolf's neck and pushed it out of the doorway.
After dragging him out, the sword in the other hand was thrust forward, stabbing the confused werewolf to death.
Pope Paul stared blankly at the holy relics scattered on the ground. He swayed and made a sign of the cross on his chest with his hand. He murmured: "Lord! I am guilty..." before he finished speaking, the words came out of his mouth.
A mouthful of blood made him fall down softly.
The cardinals rushed forward and helped Pope Paul to the big chair with all their hands. It was dark and it was raining all night. When people are unlucky, they have water in their teeth. The Holy See, which used to be infinitely glorious, has now fallen into such a state. It is unbelievable that
Do you know who is the biggest sinner?
Mr. Jun Mogui looked at the messy storage room with a serious face. He already knew who had stolen the holy relics of the Holy See. Apart from Xiao Xu, who was holding the magic weapon, he didn't think twice about it, but the werewolf was there again.
Where did it come from?
In fact, Xu Qing took the three sentient gadgets and cut open a few cabinets by the way. However, the werewolf foolishly broke in after he left, and ended up having a close encounter with the master and ended up losing his life.
, or it is also a relief for it.
Xu Qing grabbed three holy objects and slipped out of the basement. He saw a light right in front of him and the low-level vampires who had escaped rushed towards him. He frowned and turned around and ran to another corridor. It was not that he was afraid of these people.
For simple-minded guys, there is no need to conflict with them. Running away if you can't beat them is helpless, but running away if you can beat them is graceful.
Tiankui Divine Wind Step was more than twice as fast as the running speed of the vampires, and in the blink of an eye he had thrown away a lot of the lookless guy behind him. But how could these vampires finally find a human wearing a priest's robe and give up so easily?
He spread his legs and chased after him. Two of the high-level vampires who were wearing clothes opened their membrane wings and flew into the sky. They launched an aerial pursuit. Xu Qing, who discovered this situation, almost turned around and jumped to his feet and cursed.
, what a bunch of stupid people.
There were dark clouds of bats in the sky above the Holy See. Xu Qing, who had exposed his whereabouts, became the target of public criticism. Now he really wanted to make a phone call and scold Dracula, but the vampires who quickly gathered from all directions made him unable to do so.
Taking into account other things, I could only run towards the door with all my strength.
The wind roared under his feet, and the buildings around him receded one after another. Xu Qing really didn't know what to say except swearing. He wanted to raise his arms and shout, "Brother is a soy sauce man!" In his hurry, he ran away.
Arriving in front of the cathedral where the battle between the two sides was fiercest, the Templars covered in blood were still fighting the final battle with the dark creatures. He dove into the Templars' camp.
The Templar knights who were fighting to the death did not feel anything strange when they saw a bloated black-robed priest running in. A blood-stained two-handed sword was handed to Xu Qing in time.
"Father, fight for the Lord!" A shout came from beside him. Xu Qing turned around and saw that the person who handed him the big sword was actually the female knight who looked like Monroe. He didn't have time to think about it and reached out to take it.