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Chapter 664 The Holy See Ascetic

The person coming was none other than Dracula VI. Behind him were a man and a woman. The man was handsome and the woman was sexy and charming. They were two vampires.

Perhaps sensing the angry gaze of Vulcan Gray, Dracula VI felt something and couldn't help but look at Gray. After seeing the anger on her face, he chuckled and ignored it!

Then he turned around and looked around, searching for everyone in the crowd. After a moment, his eyes were fixed on an old man and a young man, his pupils shrank, and a murderous intention suddenly appeared.

The old man and the young man were very inconspicuous in the crowded crowd. The old man was trembling, wearing a coarse cloth gown, stooped, staggering, and coughing constantly, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

The boy is twenty-eight years old, has fair skin, and is wearing an ordinary white casual suit. If he were to wear a school uniform, he would not be much different from an ordinary high school student.

But his eyes were exceptionally smart and deep. Deep in the pupils of his eyes, there seemed to be two suns, blazing and bright.

"Grandpa, have a drink of water!"

The young man raised a glass of water, Shi Shiran walked to the old man and said.

"Ahem...well, okay!"

The old man raised the water glass and took a shaky sip. Then he seemed to notice Dracula VI's gaze and looked up to the sky.

Then, he met the eyes of Dracula VI.

Their eyes faced each other, and two sparks shot out from their eyes. There was a crackling sound in the air, and an invisible aura rose up from the two of them, pressing towards each other.

The crowd around him was sensed and was forced to stagger back to both sides. Everyone looked panicked and turned around to look around in confusion.

"The ascetic of the Holy See—Ruoye!"

Dracula VI looked at the skinny old man with a stern look in his eyes, and these words popped out of his mouth. The skinny old man's cloudy eyes also shone brightly, and he said lightly:

"Prince of Blood——Dracula VI!"

"Old man, how dare you come here, aren't you afraid of death?"

Dracula VI's eyes were glaring, he slowly opened his mouth, and transmitted his voice spiritually.

"Haha, light is everywhere. Even a dark heretic like you can walk in the light. Why shouldn't I dare?"

The skinny old man smiled brightly and said softly.

"Humph! Die, old man!"

Dracula VI snorted coldly, stretched out his right hand, and a thick black mist jumped out from his hand, and he was about to launch an attack.

"Boom boom boom——"

At this moment, a huge roar came from the distance, interrupting Dracula VI who was about to attack.

"Helicopter!"

"Which family's helicopter is this?"

There were waves of low cheers from the crowd.

"Look at that sign, it looks like a Rothschild family helicopter!"

"Well, it's the symbol of the Rothschild family!"

"The Rothschild family is here, doesn't it mean..."

"The Persian God is coming!!!"

People cheered, and then with nervous and expectant eyes, the helicopter with the Rothschild family engraved on it rumbled over from a distance.

Then it landed more than a thousand meters away from the center of the crowd, and several figures walked out of the plane.

Swish swish——

Dracula VI, the skinny old man, Vulcan Gray, the Head God and others all turned their heads and looked at those figures.

Then, all eyes fell on the middle-aged man with blue eyebrows and blue hair who was surrounded by several people.

"Persian God?"

"He is...the Persian god?"

For a moment, the eyes of the gods flickered and they looked carefully, as if they wanted to see through the man.

"snort--"

The blue-haired middle-aged man surrounded by members of the Rothschild family was naturally the river god Anahita. He soon noticed the prying eyes of the gods and couldn't help snorting.

"boom--"

An invisible sound wave spread out, mixed with an indescribable divine power, and struck hard into the hearts of the gods.

The gods couldn't help but groaned when they were hit, and their faces turned pale.

"So...so awesome!"

The faces of Dracula VI, Fire God Gray and other gods changed drastically, and a trace of shock flashed in their eyes. Just a cold snort made them suffer. The strength of this Persian god should not be underestimated.

For a time, the gods put away their contempt, and the Persian god's status in their hearts rose by more than one level, making them secretly vigilant.

"Grandpa, this Persian god is very powerful!"

Seeing the strange behavior of Dracula VI and others, the young man in casual clothes next to the skinny old man flashed a strange color in his eyes and said softly.

The skinny old man nodded secretly and whispered: "After all, he is an official god with a priesthood. He can use the power of heaven and earth with every movement of his hands and feet, so his power is naturally extraordinary!"

"It is recorded in our Holy See books that the river god Anahita is a god in the Persian pantheon who specializes in overseeing rivers and lakes. He can borrow the power of rivers and lakes. He is extremely difficult to deal with. I wonder if the gods in heaven can defeat him?"

The boy in white asked in a low voice.

The skinny old man shook his head slightly: "Looking at the entire heaven, except for the variable Ying Yue, there is nothing he can do about the rest!"

"I think so too!"

The young man in white nodded slightly in agreement.

At this time, the river god Anahita slowly rose into the sky. His whole body was surrounded by blue water waves, as if he were a god descending from the sky. He was mighty and mighty.

I saw him flying hundreds of meters into the sky, stopped, and his voice was like a bell, exploding in the sky: "Where are the false gods in heaven?"

"Rumble--"

Like rolling thunder, circles of sound waves centered on itself and spread out in all directions, sweeping across all directions like waves.

At the same time, waves of mighty divine power were released overwhelmingly, like a mountain bearing down on the top of the mountain, oppressing the crowd.

"ah--"

"ear!"

"pain!"

Ordinary people, as well as mutants with low strength, covered their ears and fell to the ground screaming. The mutants with strong strength felt as if a huge stone was pressing on their chests, making them unable to breathe.

"This...is this the power of the Persian god?"

"So...so scary!"

Many demigods hidden in the crowd were looking at the sky with frightened faces, with shock on their faces. They had all experienced the power of ordinary gods, but the oppression given to them by this Persian god was...

It's another completely different feeling.

That kind of extremely terrifying oppression seems to be directly oppressing the soul, making it freeze. It is simply indescribable.

If I have to describe it, the oppression of the Earth God is like a huge stone pressing on my chest. Although the pressure is so oppressive that I can't breathe, I can bear it.

But the oppression of this Persian god is like the oppression of gravity. It is an all-round oppression. The body, soul, and every cell in the body can feel the oppression.

These are two completely different feelings!

"Heaven is in trouble!"

Many demigods roared in their hearts.

"Who is talking nonsense here?"


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