Book of Gods and Demons

The 418th chapter of the main body of the Book of Gods and Demons came to the square before the war in the Imperial Capital South Station, a relatively hidden corner, in a small building with a very inconspicuous appearance.

　　 Sherlock was wearing a neat tuxedo, holding a small pipe, holding hot coffee in his hand, standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the movement in the square outside.

Velenya was wrapped in a coarse cloth turban, dressed just like an old country lady, holding a frozen pear that was so hard as a popsicle, turning his hands over and over, thaw the frozen pear with the temperature of the palm, and stood with her head tilted. Beside,'Haha' smiled and looked at every move outside.

　　 On the square, a dozen senior clergymen in golden robes stood blankly.

　　 Behind them, followed by hundreds of lower-status subordinates who wore full religious attire and were equally expressionless.

　　 In front of them, dozens of church knights wearing gold armor, golden silk cloaks and golden oak icons embroidered on them, were angrily torn with a group of officers of the Imperial Guards.

　　 The fully armed church knights want to use the best state and full set of etiquette to welcome the coming Saint Attila.

　　 The officers of the Guards carried out the high-level orders and used the pretext of ‘Safety of Saint Attila’ to prohibit the church knights from carrying weapons into the station.

　　 They pulled with the church knights without flinching, and yelled at them violently.

　　 "For the safety of Saint Attila, you must lay down your weapons."

　　 "This is not a discussion, but an order!"

　　 "According to the information, there is a heresy of the Hill Church preparing to assassinate Saint Attila, you are all suspected!"

　　 "Let down your weapons, or stay away from the Imperial Capital South Station, you have no choice."

　　 With the pull of the guards officers, the high-level church knights present finally had a grand knight with a full body of gold armor, blond eyes, and a faint golden gleam in his eyes, shouting what Joe and his party had just heard.

　　 Use fighters, and solve the problem in the most correct way that men should.

　　 Everyone does it live, and whoever wins, listens to whoever says it.

　　 The church knights were very masculine, and they pulled out their sabers from their waists. They screamed in a low voice, and light golden flames poured out from the blades. They waved their long swords, and there were golden arcs.

On the square, thousands of officers and soldiers of the Guards raised their weapons.

　　 A flintlock rifle was aimed at the church knight who had drawn the sword, and a major general of the Guards screamed: "Put down your weapons, or you will be treated as enemies of the empire and killed on the spot."

　　 Diagonally across the South Station Square, on the roof of the South Station Police Station, several field guns were pulled out silently, and the black muzzles were quietly aimed at the church knights drawing their swords.

　　 More than a dozen of them were wearing golden robes and holding small pure gold sounds, and the expressionless bishops' faces became more and more gloomy.

They stared coldly at the officers and soldiers of the Guards who were waiting for the formation. The oldest old man with two golden eyes and a thick, magma-like golden flame faintly flickering in the depths of his eyes finally slowed down. Take a step slowly.

"If, my lord’s loyal warrior, in accordance with your orders, put down the weapons in your hands... If, today, what happened in Hyderabad, alarmed the noble Saint Attila crown... You, can you? Take this responsibility?"

The Major General of the Guards who had just given the order also took a step forward. He gently pressed his right hand on the hilt of the saber around his waist and said leisurely: "We can only do our best to do our best... if there is a heresy disturbed. With Saint Attila... I can only say... We can only do our best."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 The old man in the golden robe was expressionless, and whispered with a hint of anger: "In other words, what can you not guarantee?"

　　Major General sneered leisurely: "There are accidents happening at any time in the world. In the territory of the empire, I can only say that we do our best... But no one can guarantee that there will be no accidents, right?"

　　 shrugged his shoulders, and the major general sighed: "Recently, the imperial capital is not peaceful...we can only do our best."

　　A group of high-ranking clergymen wearing golden robes were suffocating one by one. They gritted their teeth and looked at the major general viciously.

　　 Recently, Hyderabad is very uneasy, everyone knows this.

　　 Many important members of the Super Junker family died.

　　Many warehouses of the Super Junkers have been blown up.

　　 In such a big environment, the Empire has found such an excuse... It seems very reasonable.

　　 But in the hearts of these priests, they just took a sigh of relief.

　　 As Mu's servants, they can't carry weapons to meet another distinguished priest. There is no doubt that this is a provocation to the Golden Oak Church... Or, is there another conspiracy hidden in it?

　　 The cold wind whizzed past, blowing the pale golden flames on the swords of the church knights, making a sound of ‘huhu’.

　　 The church knights stared fiercely at the officers of the Guards.

　　 The officers stared at these tall and strict church knights without fear.

　　 On the edge of the square in front of the station, more and more idlers from the imperial capital leaned over and gestured towards this side, and even more people smirked and laughed strangely for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

The many senior members of the Golden Oak Church present, especially Benedict Ahan, the archbishop of St. Cloud's Cathedral, were even more livid, with a few strands of pitch black on the chin, and the long beards that fell down to the chest were trembling violently. stand up.

　　 There are neat and soft footsteps again.

　　 In the air, there is a faint, cool fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus floating.

Nearly a thousand nuns wearing white robes and holding verdant osmanthus branches in their hands, with solemn expressions, no pink, and sacred devotion on the clear water faces, like mud-carved wooden gods, full of majestic nuns, carried in dozens of hands Led by the young girl with a small incense burner and a lantern, she walked slowly into the square in front of the station.

　　 Joe and his party have entered the square in front of the station.

　　They passed by the church knights who were confronting the officers of the Janissary Guard Corps. After Joe showed the warrant issued by Salian, their group of more than one hundred people obtained permission to enter the Imperial Capital South Station.

Seeing that their bodies were covered with weapons, especially some of the old guards of the Ritto family, with seven or eight flintlock blunders filled with gunpowder and bullets on their belts, they walked into the Imperial Capital South Station in such a grand manner. , Benedict Ahan, the archbishop of St. Cloud’s Cathedral, his face became harder to see the extreme.

　　 He pondered for a moment, then looked at the team of the Santa Maya Cathedral slowly approaching from behind, separated the crowd, and walked step by step to the front of the Major General of the Guards who blocked their way.

　　 "Child!" Benedict Ahan's tone was extremely gentle.

　　The guards brought by Joe lined up into the Imperial Capital South Station, while Joe rode Xiaobai and stopped in front of the entrance. Golkin also rode on the horse, standing next to Hessian with Joe.

　　 Hessian jumped out of the carriage and dangling a big cigar. Surrounded by his two sons, Marcos, Ivan the Great, and others, he usually swallowed clouds and mist, while squinting at the nuns who slowly walked into the square.

"The main priest of the Yingui Church in the Grand Diocese of the Durham Empire, that is, their grandma, is not in the same position as Saint Attila, and actually came to meet Saint Attila in person... My grandma is half a level lower than St. Attila’s priesthood. I can understand what she did, but this one from St. Mayan Cathedral did the same..."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "It seems that the status of a saint who was canonized by Dabova in the church is much more important than we thought."

Benedict Ahan personally negotiated with the officers of the Guards, and then he waved his hand with a sullen face. The swordsmen of the church knights were unwilling to let go of the epee that could kill people in their hands. A man with a humiliating face, hung up on a ceremonial sword carried by the soldiers of the Guards, without any actual combat function.

　　 These ceremonial swords look pretty good from the outside.

　　 But when you pull them out of the scabbard, you will find that this is what a layer of iron skin looks like.

　　 In other words, the church knights of St. Cloud’s Cathedral were... ‘disarmed’ by the Guards.

　　 Benedict Ahan and all his subordinates looked stiff, and their spirits were hard to see the extreme.

　　 But there is already a faint roar of the steam locomotive's siren from the south.

Benedict Ahan ignored the argument. He yelled a few loudly. The clergymen of the brigade, under the supervision of the officers and soldiers of the nearby guards, hurriedly wrestled various ceremonial instruments and walked into the south of the Imperial City. station.

　　The team of St. Cloud's Cathedral passed by Joe and the others. Joe looked at these ugly clergy with curiosity, but few of these clergy were in the mood to pay attention to him.

　　 A senior bishop in a golden robe led a dozen priests and quickly greeted the procession of St. Mayan Cathedral.

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　　 A few big nuns wearing pale silver robes greeted them, and the two sides got together to exchange a few words, and the nuns of the Santa Maya Cathedral also ran into the officers of the Guards.

　　The nuns of St. Mayan Cathedral~www.wuxiaspot.com~ only carried various ritual weapons, and did not carry any weapons.

　　 The Guards didn't make things difficult for them too much—or, the nuns of St. Mayan Cathedral, their reputations were good, and the Guards had no reason to make things difficult for them.

　　 A line of nuns lined up in front of Joe.

　　 All the nuns lowered their heads, held the green osmanthus branches with their hands on their chests, and recited the scriptures praising Muteste very religiously.

　　 The air is filled with the faint fragrance of the nuns.

　　 Joe sniffed.

　　 Gorkin was twitching his nose vigorously.

　　Gorkin is a fifth-order big swamp shadow wolf, and the fifth-order shadow wolf has a very good sense of smell, very good, really like a wolf, he can smell the smell of blood within a few miles...

　　 "Well, they are all good young girls, this fragrance...Tsk, why do you want to be a nun? It's too violent." Golkin twitched his nose vigorously while muttering in a low voice.

　　 Joe frowned.

　　 He has obtained one percent of the power of Wolf King Wall, and he has a "legendary sense of smell" that is far more powerful than Gol'jin!

　　 The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus lingers on these nuns.

　　 They still have a faint body scent.

　　 But in the gust of fragrant wind, Joe smelled a smell that made him a little familiar.

　　 In the Port of Tulum that year, he and Golkin knocked sap on the back of a Welsh family dude, and found a small packet of five-color Tongshen unique flavor from him.