Sitting alone on the high throne was a middle-aged man. He was wearing a black suit and was hidden in the darkness, making his face unclear.
Under the man, there were two men standing on the left and right.
At this time, the man on the left looked at the man sitting on the throne and asked: "Chief, are we really going to participate in this battle of the gods?"
The middle-aged man sitting on the throne looked deeply at the sky outside the castle and said in a cold voice: "My family has been abandoned by the gods, and we are at odds with them. This war between the gods will not only make our family stand out in the world.
By getting the resources we deserve, we can also show those little demigods how powerful they are.
The most important thing is that my daughter Bill died at the hands of the northern warrior from China. In this battle of the gods, I want that brat from China and the demigods from Western Europe to give my daughter to me.
Buried with him!"
As she spoke, the man slowly stood up from his seat, and the aura on his body suddenly changed. A large area of rich black mist rose up from around her, covering his entire body.
His golden hair began to turn white, his originally fair skin became even paler, and after a period of squirming, a pair of wings covered with black feathers emerged from his back.
There is only one wing, but it has four wings.
One side has four wings, if it has two sides, it has eight wings!
The most powerful being among the dark-winged angels, the eight-winged angel, Alfred!
As soon as he flapped his wings, the entire castle hall was suddenly enveloped by a gust of wind. A whining sound suddenly came from the empty hall, revealing evil nature, coldness, and hatred.
Alfred shouted coldly: "The only purpose of our existence is to regain our clan!"
The two men below have resolute looks on their faces, and a pair of wings has grown out of their backs. Both of their wings have one side, and both have three wings!
"Recover our clan!"
The two seraphs, whose real names are Simon and Langdon, followed their patriarch and drank together!
Western Europe, Pantheon.
Haddix, the half-god of Hades, half-god of war Harris, and half-goddess of wisdom Gurina, gathered together.
These three people are all young men and women. Haddix is wearing a black cloth robe. He has a slender figure, pale complexion, and an evil handsomeness.
Harris was wearing an armored battle suit and holding a huge hammer in his hand. He was tall, about 1.95 meters tall, with a Chinese character face, his arms were thicker than ordinary people's thighs, and his muscles were knotted. He looked like a
Big Mac, the whole person has a strong feeling!
Gu Ruina is 1.7 meters tall, with golden-white hair, delicate facial features, and sweet appearance. If she had two ears, she would look like the Western elf on the screen.
She was wearing a white gauze skirt, and her whole person exuded a peaceful atmosphere.
In front of the three people, there was a short old woman with a wrinkled face and a calm expression.
"In the Battle of the Gods over the years, we represent Western Europe and have always been able to achieve very good rankings. This is because we can use the power of God and receive God's blessing.
This battle of the gods is left to the three of you. Outside, we must maintain the prestige of our gods, win, and eliminate the heretics!"
Haddix raised his eyebrows: "Destroy the heretics?"
Harris and Gu Ruina also looked puzzled.
The old woman nodded and said slowly: "According to the information provided by the intelligence agency, both the Dark Winged Angels and the Blood Tribe will participate in this battle of the gods. The Blood Tribe is handled by people from the Holy See, but the Dark Winged Angel is a guy who defected from the pantheon.
, if you see them, shoot them without mercy!"
“Dark Winged Angel?
Understood!"
Haddix nodded, with an evil sneer on his lips.
The old woman glanced at the faces of the three people one by one, and took out three bracelets from the side: "If there is no problem, just wear these bracelets."
Holy See.
Bishop's Ministry.
Cardinal Macmillan was sitting on the sofa, twirling the cross on his chest with his left hand and holding a cup of coffee in his right hand. His wrinkled old face was full of glory and holiness. He looked at the birds flying by outside the window, his face
A happy smile appeared on his face.
As a cardinal of the Holy See and a candidate for the next pope, Macmillan holds a high position of power in the Holy See, below one person and above ten thousand people.
And this time, the Holy See will also participate in the battle of the gods, and he is the leader.
If he takes the lead in the battle of the gods this time, it will also become his successor as pope, adding a huge bargaining chip.
At this time, Karsus, the leader of the Knights Templar, and Temple, the arbitrator of the Arbitration Division, came in succession and walked into the door.
Karsus is a young man in his thirties. He wears silver armor and holds a giant sword.
Temple was about the same age as MacMillan. He was wearing a black robe and a large hood that covered most of his face, making it difficult to see clearly.
Seeing the two people coming in, Macmillan put the coffee in his hand on the table, looked at Karsus, and asked: "How is the Pope's health?"
Karsus replied: "He is very weak. His old man has reached the end of his life. He asked me to tell the Archbishop to strive for good results in the War of the Gods."
Macmillan nodded and looked at Temple: "Thank you for your hard work this time."
Temple lowered his head, opened his mouth slightly under his hat, and said in a hoarse voice: "I am not doing it for you, nor for the battle of the gods, but to exterminate heretics.
The vampire Edward has advanced from the strength of a duke to the strength of a prince. If he is not tried and executed, he will definitely bring disaster to the world."
MacMillan smiled faintly, nodded and said: "It is our duty to destroy the Vampire Clan."
In Eastern Europe, inside an ancient but luxurious villa.
It was daytime outside, but inside the villa, it was pitch black.
The surrounding windows and all light-transmitting areas were covered by thick black curtains.
In the entire villa, only the luxurious and bright crystal chandelier hanging in the middle of the living room exudes gleaming light.
Directly under the chandelier, there is a hexagonal black coffin with a wide top and narrow bottom, parked quietly in the center of the living room.
Crunch.
The villa door rang.
A man and a woman walked into the door and came to the coffin.
The man is a middle-aged man and the woman is a young woman. They are dressed fashionably, like international models.
If Han Jiulin saw this woman, he would definitely recognize her.
The last time he was looking for seven-star grass in the Tanklimakan Desert, he almost killed this woman in the ancient city of Milan under the desert.
The vampire woman, Deborah, has the strength of the Earl of the vampire clan.
The middle-aged man next to her is named Plato, a vampire duke.
"Dong dong dong."
Deborah knocked on the coffin lightly and said, "Father."
The next moment, the coffin lid slowly opened.
I saw that the inside of the coffin was covered with bright red gauze that looked like blood, and a middle-aged man with a pale face was lying in the coffin.
This man is Deborah's father, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years and the prince of the vampire clan. His real name is Edward.
Edward slowly opened his eyes, sat up, and asked, "Has the venue for the Battle of the Gods been decided?"
Plato said: "Great Prince, the venue has been decided, and the venue will be Bermuda."
Deborah's eyes flashed with resentment, and then she said: "Father, that Chinese Han Jiulin will most likely also participate in this battle of the gods."
Edward said in a cold voice with no expression on his face: "That's just right. If you don't want me to go to China to find him, take away my clan's most precious treasure, Xie Yue, and injure my precious daughter, I will drain that Han Jiulin's blood and use him as a mummy.