Book of Gods and Demons

　　　　 Saint Attila walked into the special train.

　　 He exclusively owns a carriage in the middle of the special train. The carriages arranged in a suite structure are furnished with extreme luxury, which is better than that of any powerful empire palace in Medland.

　　 entered the carriage, and the floor was covered with a white and soft jacquard cashmere carpet.

　　 This kind of carpet comes from the Papaya subcontinent near the Black Continent. Only the most ingenious and secretive girls of the few large tribes in the Papaya subcontinent can weave it.

　　The jacquard process used in the carpet is extremely complicated, and it is as complex as a nightmare.

　　 A young girl has spent her entire life, but she can only weave a carpet that is ten feet long and three feet wide. The carpet used in Saint Attila's carriage roughly exhausted the lives of dozens of girls.

　　 Of course, this carpet is nothing compared to the black lion skin on the carpet that enters the door.

　　The black lion skin is nearly twenty feet long, and every hair is shining with a jewel-like light. In the center of the lion's head, a three-foot-long black crystal horn was born. In the transparent crystal horn, several **** patterns were faintly visible.

　　 This is a Tier 6 pinnacle, almost half of its body has been squeezed into Tier 7, a unique monster lion in the Black Continent.

　　The unihorn lion is nearly Tier 7, and its fur is hard to damage with swords and swords. It is the top-of-the-line material for casting extraordinary armor. This lion skin alone has a market value of more than one billion gold marks on the mainland of Medland.

Of course, one billion golden marks is just a random price set by some "liars" who think that money can solve all problems... The actual situation is that even if you put a price of tens of billions of golden marks, it is impossible to get one. The fur of a small unihorn lion.

　　 Placed in the hands of top powers such as the Golden Oak Church that dominate the mainland, a treasure such as the fur of a unicorn lion can be called a strategic artifact. How can money measure its true value?

And the black crystal unicorn on the lion’s skin...During the growth of the unicorn lion, as its life experience and experience are different, it will condense different talents and gods, possessing all kinds of incredible. Miraculous.

　　 Generally speaking, if you insist on measuring the value with gold coins... a unicorn crystal unicorn with a **** pattern is condensed, and the reasonable market price is around one billion gold marks.

　　 If a unicorn lion’s crystal unicorn contains two **** patterns, its price will exceed 10 billion gold marks.

　　 If there are three **** patterns, then the price of this crystal unicorn can be added with a zero at the back!

And Saint Attila used to pave the ground. On the fur of this unihorn lion used as a cushion, in the three-foot-long crystal unicorn, there are four clear **** patterns and a fifth god. The pattern has also been vague, condensing most of its shape.

　　 This single crystal horn is enough for Saint Attila to obtain the title of "rich and enemy nation"!

　　 Saint Attila slowly stepped on the huge fur of the unicorn lion. He walked past the straight black crystal unicorn and gently wiped the sharp unicorn with his right hand.

　　 When his fingers touched the unicorn, there was a large thin electric light flowing between his fingers.

　　 Inside the crystal unicorn, a **** pattern shaped like thunder and lightning flickered. The thick, hot thunder power flowed into Saint Attila's body along his fingers like running water, his skin lightened slightly, and the breath of his body strengthened.

　　 Several priests wearing scarlet robes with a cold face followed Saint Attila into the carriage.

Seeing the vision of Saint Attila, a bright cold light flashed in the eyes of several priests-Saint Attila's strength has become more and more unfathomable... Ever since I got this one-horned lion After obtaining this crystal unicorn with four complete **** patterns, the enhancement of Saint Attila's strength has far exceeded the imagination limit of their confidantes.

　　 "That Viglar is a good dog... Unfortunately, it cannot be used by the church... No, it is used by me."

　　 Saint Attila sighed slightly, he walked to the tail of the black lion skin, and sat down slowly on a high-backed throne made of finely carved human bones.

　　 This high-back throne is inlaid with thumb-sized pieces of bones on the top of human heads that are extremely polished and moisturized.

　　 Saint Attila slaughtered countless tribes in the Black Continent.

　　The chiefs of those tribes, their heads were chopped off by the church knights, and the small bone in the middle of their heads was carefully processed by master craftsmen, and finally became an insignificant part of this throne.

　　 On these bone fragments, craftsmen have carved prayer poems praising ‘Mu’ with extremely small and smooth squiggles.

　　 These squiggles have been exquisitely designed, and countless squiggles have been pieced together into a cloud-like pattern. The polished human skull shimmers with dim light. These cloud-like characters seem to flow on the back of the chair.

　　 Saint Attila sits on the throne, like a **** in the clouds.

A blood-robed priest with the same bald head walked to the wine cabinet in the corner of the carriage. He picked up a bottle of "Blood Fruit Wine" secretly made by the Black Continent, pulled out the cork, and filled the red and **** viscous wine with care. Pour into a creepy wine vessel in the middle of the wine cabinet.

　　The wine vessel is a beautiful girl's head.

　　 The girl's skin was dark, as deep as the night, and shone with a faint soft light.

　　 But although the skin is extremely dark, it can still be seen that this girl has the color of the country, and her facial features are extremely exquisite and beautiful, which shows how an overwhelming beauty she was during her lifetime.

　　 It's just that the head that once poured the country and the city has been cut off. The beautiful head is perfectly preserved with terrible craftsmanship, as vivid as when the girl was still alive.

　　 Such a beautiful head was made into a drinking vessel.

　　 This wine vessel is also a famous ‘sacred object’ in the Black Continent today!

The church knight commanded by Saint Attila completely defeated the coalition forces of the major tribal organizations in the Black Continent, and captured the leader of the tribal alliance alive-known as the first beauty in the Black Continent for thousands of years, determined to die tragically on the torture rack for himself The legendary chief'Xiya' whose father revenges.

　　 Saint Attila made Xiya's head into a drinking vessel.

　　 Afterwards, all the chiefs of the Black Continent who surrendered to the Golden Oak Church, as well as the elders of all tribes, must drink a sip of the wine poured from Xi Ya's head to prove their complete obedience to the Golden Oak Church.

　　 This wine vessel was also named a ‘sacred object’ by the Golden Oak Church, and it became part of the wicked name of Saint Attilah.

　　 The blood-robed priest carefully held the wine vessel and walked to Saint Attila step by step.

Saint Attila took the wine vessel, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip without hesitation: "It's a pity... Viglar's abilities are very good. On the way, he took people every step of the way to destroy How many actions have you taken!"

　　 Several blood-robed priests looked ashamed and bowed their heads silently.

　　 "However, I can understand that this is not your fault... This is the territory of the Durham Empire. They are convenient. They have countless minions for them to expel. It is inevitable for you to do things."

With a light sigh, placed the wine vessel on the small table aside, Saint Attila looked into the carriage, and consciously knelt down beside the fur of the unicorn, the main bishop of the Ruhr Cathedral. Fuman.

　　Bishop Hoffman was so bold that even the pure gold leaves that fell off the golden oak statue of Mu dared to covet ink.

　　 He is so greedy and bold, he is like the most obedient baby at this moment, kneeling on the ground respectfully, his forehead close to the soft cashmere jacquard carpet, his body trembling slightly.

"I can see at a glance, you are guilty." Saint Attila smiled softly: "Brother Hoffman, I can see that you have a deep sin in your body... your faith in my lord... is not religious !"

　　 Bishop Hoffman oozes countless cold sweat from his body. The naked eye can see that his robe is soaked in sweat, and it is tightly attached to his body.

　　 Saint Attila, the only saint canonized by the Golden Oak Church in the past century.

　　 With this identity alone, Saint Attila's position within the Golden Oak Church is comparable to that of the supreme pope who sits on top of Darabwa and controls the huge Golden Oak Church.

　　 For ordinary clergy, Saint Attila's understatement is enough to dominate their lives and deaths.

　　 Saint Attila said that Bishop Hoffman’s beliefs are not religious, which is almost the same as Bishop Hoffman will be sent to the torture frame immediately. However, because he is the main bishop of a cathedral after all, Bishop Hoffman is qualified to use the more expensive fragrant wood, and the price of the grease applied on his body will be higher.

　　 He can die, slightly decent.

　　 But who wants to be burned to death?

　　 Ordering the burning of those heretics is certainly a pleasing and joyful thing; but being sent to the torture frame is definitely not a joyful thing.

　　 "Holy...Holy Saint...Holy...Holy Attila!"

　　 From his sleeve, Bishop Hoffman tremblingly took out a huge promissory note issued by the Royal Bank of the Durham Empire.

On this dark green promissory note with a hydra embossed obscure pattern on the back, that row of huge numbers, even those super Junkers in Ruhr City ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ will definitely feel hot, even Do not hesitate to do something that does not comply with the laws and regulations.

　　 A blood-robed priest walked over, took the promissory note, and respectfully presented it to Saint Attila.

　　 Saint Attila glanced at the numbers on the promissory note, and said unhurriedly: "Yes, this made me realize that you still have a little usefulness and a little value... But, it's not enough!"

　　 "I am willing to be your most pious running dog!" Bishop Hoffman threw himself to the ground and worshiped Saint Attila.

　　 Saint Attila raised his brows and ‘haha’ laughed: "I like smart people...No, Brother Hoffman, you can no longer call it smart, you can simply say that you have superhuman wisdom."

"Then, in the future, you can sit in the Ruhr City area with peace of mind, spread the brilliance of our lord throughout the entire Duren Empire, and make your due contributions...Of course, you have to persevere and show what you deserve... Usefulness, there is value!"

　　 Saint Attila took the promissory note in the blood-robed priest's hand without hesitation, glanced at the huge number on it, and shook his head gently.

　　 "To be precise, this promissory note is still a bit shabby...I hope that in the future, you can play more and greater uses, and can reflect more and greater value."

　　 Bishop Hoffman took a deep breath, and replied respectfully: "As you wish, my lord!"

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