Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 "His battle of fame..."

　　 Joe turned to the last page of the file.

　　The battle of Saint Attila's fame on the Black Continent was also a decisive battle that laid the foundation of the Golden Oak Church in the Black Continent's "Earth Kingdom of God".

　　The cause of that battle, and the specific process, have been submerged in the secret archives of the Golden Oak Church. The major powers in the Maidland mainland basically only know the final result.

　　 30 million natives of the Black Continent were massacred in the First World War.

　　 Regardless of men and women, young or old, from 80 or 90-year-olds to infant babies, there are a total of 30 million Black Mainland natives, including tens of thousands of high-level members of thousands of large tribes, their families, and relatives.

　　All of them were nailed to the oak cross alive.

　　 One after another crosses lined up beside a road that was a hundred feet wide.

　　 From the battlefield of the "Blood Road Battle", it stretches for hundreds of miles to the former Port of Attila, and now the city of Saint Attila, the capital of the ‘Earth God’s Kingdom’ of the Golden Oak Church on the Black Continent.

　　 The blood of 30 million natives of the Black Continent has stained the hundreds of miles long red.

　　 Their corpses were hung on an oak cross. They were battered by wind, rain, sun and rain. Each corpse turned into bones, and the bones eventually decayed and fell off, turning the road from blood to white.

　　 Joe and Golkin who came over and read the file together, the two brothers shivered at the same time, their pores shrank, causing countless goose bumps.

　　 "Thirty million?" Golkin's voice was a little out of tune.

"Estimated 30 million, the actual number may be a few million more." Salian exhaled softly, and let out a smoke ring: "It's just such a big battle, which completely interrupted the indigenous people of the Black Continent. Backbone, tusk...The Golden Oak Kingdom, which occupies the richest land on the north coast of the entire Black Continent...Haha."

　　 "This guy, don't you have nightmares?" Joe's fingers trembled a little.

　　 A group of old generals cast a sideways glance at Joe at the same time.

　　 Then, they both gave a cold snort at the same time.

　　 Salian pestle the cigarette **** in his mouth in the ashtray, picked up the large coffee cup that had just been put down, and poured down the little coffee left in one sip.

"How can the saints of the church have nightmares like us mortals?" Salian put the coffee cup on the table and blew a whistle: "The saint, it's not a human...well, I read the archives of Saint Attila , What do you think?"

　　 Gorkin frowned and looked up at Salian: "Very dangerous lunatic."

"I absolutely agree with your opinion... Of course, don't say it outside in the future. Be careful that the group of people from the Sanctuary Inquisition will look at you and tie you to the torture frame someday." Salian shrugged his shoulders: "Jo ,What do you think?"

Joe shook the thin sheets of paper in his hand and looked at Sallian with an exaggerated expression: "His Royal Highness, what do you want me to do? Go and kill him? Uh, let me think about it, maybe we have a better one. Way?"

Salian rolled his eyes, curled his right index finger and knocked **** the conference table: "Kill him? You dare to say...Kill him, what a wonderful way of saying it, but I don't dare to think like that... This old man Guy..."

With a dry cough, Salian said in a deep voice: "Joe, even your grandmother, has said that your luck is a bit outrageous... I very much agree with this opinion... So, this time, Saint Attila is in the imperial capital. You are responsible for the reception."

　　 "Me?" Joe's eyes widened: "Responsible for the reception?"

　　 Joe's head is a little dizzy.

　　 One of the eldest one was present, with snow white hair and beard, but the waist is still straight, the skeleton is still burly, and the very extraordinary old admiral stood up, carrying his hands on his back, and looking at Joe seriously.

"Puzzle him, trip him, stare at him, find his troubles, find his faults... If you can't find his faults, create troubles, create contradictions, and let him roll as far as he can... "

"Of course, if you have this ability, you can kill him... and, if you don't get caught by Dabokai." The old general looked at Joe meaningfully: "But we think it is very difficult to kill him. "

Salian took over the words of the old general: "Saint Attila, it is very dangerous, and he is coming so aggressively and badly... The Empire does not welcome his arrival; the Empire hopes that the current relationship between the church and the empire, the current situation, can Just keep going."

　　 "Saint Attila, obviously will bring huge trouble to the empire." Salian shook his head: "We don't want this kind of trouble, and we don't want the relationship between the empire and the Golden Oak Church to fluctuate too much."

"So, what can I do? If I can't kill him... Then, I..." Joe's IQ has improved a lot recently, and his head has brightened a lot, but facing the expectations of Salian and the old generals, he I still feel confused and psychologically stressed.

"I don't know what you can do, or I don't know how good you can do it." Salian looked at Joe a little shamelessly: "But, lucky Joe, even the Chariot of God, You can find out its secret...you will surely be able to do more and more magical things."

　　 "So, from now on, let me see the time..."

Salian took out a large steel pocket watch and looked at the time seriously: "It's 11:13:43 in the morning of December 22nd, 1379. ."

"From now on, I will grant you the powers of temporary plenipotentiary envoy of the Durham Empire. You are my personal representative and the plenipotentiary representative of the imperial royal family. You represent the Durham Empire, the royal family, and especially me, to mobilize what you need. All the resources of S. Attila are solely responsible for the safety, escort, and communication of Saint Attila in the imperial capital."

"Hold him, trip him, stare at him, sticking to him like a piece of leather plaster, staring at his words and deeds, staring at all his actions." Salian smiled. To Joe: "I don't give you any specific orders, I only give you the right to make decisions on the fly..."

　　 "No matter how whimsical you are, no matter how outrageous your plans are... as long as you don't get caught... what you want, what you can do... just do it as you like."

　　 Joe and Golkin looked at Sallian with stiff faces at the same time.

　　 After a long time, Gorkin said dryly: "Your Highness, you are not afraid, did Joe mess up things?"

　　Salian shrugged, and said nonchalantly: "I'm a little worried...but, don't be afraid...well, Saint Attila is a bad person. According to the information from this way, he is here to make trouble in the empire..."

"Well, it's a big deal, let's have another Lucia bandit and give him another axe." Salian smiled brightly: "Joe, Big Ivan is now yours, and he seems to be good at using axes too. …Uh, of course, when I say this, I just mean there is some possibility. I didn’t instigate you to send a group of Lucians to do something."

"The empire has always treated the Golden Oak Church...respectfully... the imperial royal family, and all the imperial nobles, are devout believers... you know. Some inhuman guy, he can have an accident, everyone hopes He had an accident, but... one, with his current strength and influence, it is almost impossible for him to have any accidents."

　　 "Secondly, if he really has any accident, it must not have anything to do with the empire...This is the bottom line. After you stick to the bottom line, do what you like to do, do something."

　　 "Don't worry, I will support you... If you can solve the trouble of Saint Attila beautifully, trust me, you will have a surprise, and you will have a huge surprise."

　　 Gorkin took a deep look at Salian, then looked at Joe with complicated eyes.

　　 Joe lowered his head and said nothing.

　　 He grabbed St. Attila's top-secret file again, read it carefully, and then again.

　　 An old general handed over another piece of information.

　　 This is the imperial intelligence department, which has been continuously sent these days. After Saint Attila left the port of Tulum, he took a special train all the way northward. Detailed information on what he did along the way.

　　Among them, the Imperial Intelligence Department, they used various means to eavesdrop on some of the private conversations between Saint Attila's confidants and confidants.

　　 Joe took a deep breath, he and Golkin looked up at Salian at the same time.

　　 "His resident is not in the imperial capital, but in the port of Tulum?" Qiao looked at Salian in amazement: "His future resident is not in the imperial capital, but in the port of Tulum?"

Salian backed his hands and looked at Joe calmly: "This information is accurate. Although we can't understand why, as the archbishop of the Durham Empire, he would abandon the imperial capital and settle in Tulum Harbor...but He will be stationed in Tulum Port in the future. This is an undoubted fact."

　　 Joe and Golkin glanced at each other quickly.

　　 Through the archives of Saint Attila, you can know that this is an extremely crazy, extremely scary, extremely dangerous, unscrupulous, even hysterical lunatic.

　　 Such a lunatic...No one wants to deal with him.

　　As the newly appointed Archbishop of the Archdiocese of the Durham Empire, Saint Attila should be stationed in the imperial capital.

　　 But if he insists on landing the station in Tulum Harbor, it is also excusable.

　　Because the Durham Empire is divided into two dioceses in the north and south~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The St. Cloud Cathedral in the Imperial Capital and the St. Hild Cathedral in Tulum Port are completely equal in terms of faculty status.

In the past, the main bishop of St. Cloud’s Cathedral in Hyderabad, concurrently served as the archbishop of the entire Durham empire, and also the bishop of the northern diocese; while the main bishop of St. Hild’s Cathedral served as the Durham Empire. The bishop of the southern diocese.

　　According to this division of teaching posts, Saint Attila gave up being stationed in the imperial capital, and instead went to reside in Tulum Harbor, which was completely reasonable and reasonable.

　　 But for Joe and Golkin, such a crazy butcher, let him stay in Port Tulum?

　　 really hell!

　　 Tulum Port is the site of the Rittal family... They don't want to, one day Saint Attila will bring a team of knights from the Inquisition Court to raid the old house of the Rittal family and wash the Rittal family up and down.

　　 "I will use all my strength to welcome the arrival of Saint Attila."

　　 Joe looked at Sallian very seriously: "I will use all my strength to make him feel the warmth of being at home... Let him stay in Hyderabad as much as possible!"

　　 Either let St. Attila stay alive to serve in St. Cloud’s Cathedral in Hyderabad.

　　 Or let St. Attila's body be buried in the cemetery of St. Cloud's Cathedral.

　　 In short, Joe will do his best not to let this guy go to Tulum Harbour to toss.

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