Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End - Chapter 292

Leinster is over.

This is the most intuitive impression of the gray-haired, thin middle-aged Bradley Dennis, chairman and bishop of the Leinster City branch of the Church of Saints.

It has been nearly a week since the Brotherhood of Redemption started the turmoil. In this week, Bradley's mood has almost gone through a roller coaster-like change, and it has been sluggish until now.

After the start of the alien war, Leinster’s elite forces have been continuously mobilized, and with the decline in the number of teachers, the number of students enrolled in various countries has dropped sharply, the Vatican staff have been continuously transferred to the front line, and the darkness of the city has begun to move around. stand up.

Various cult organizations have been secretly expanding their power and fighting each other. This situation has been going on for ten years. In these ten years, the high level of humanity has not been ignorant of their small actions, but tactically and deliberately ignored them for reasons. It's very simple, that is, they have no intentions and can't control them.

After all, at this critical moment of survival on the front lines of mankind, the cults that had been afflicted in the past have also become a disease of scabies. Situations like Leinster are common in the entire human world.

Troubled times are the best seedbed for cults to confuse people. Nothing is more blind than the frightened masses. They are like ignorant lambs who are allowed to drive away, but what Bradley did not expect is that this environment is unprecedented. When it was comfortable, when everyone could eat, sleep, and the power was expanding, someone turned the table up!

The Brotherhood of Redemption, this is an ancient organization inherited from the Second Era Salvation Society. It has been rooted in the country of scholars for hundreds of years. Although it is not as good as the Society of Saints, it is considered to have deep roots and has developed rapidly in these ten years. , There are also many conflicts with the Saints, but Bradley never thought that they would dare to initiate civil unrest, which can be said to break the common bottom line of everyone.

We must know that the biggest reason why the high-level humans turned one eye to them is that the cultists only mess around under the table, and they will not really rebel against the flag. After all, cultists are not fools, and aliens are not. If you believe in religion, everyone will finish playing.

The saints will believe in the mother **** to lead civilization to the end, and all human beings will return to the embrace of the mother god, but this end must be brought by the messengers of the mother god, not those filthy and ugly aliens. In fact, the upper class of the saints will It did issue an order to stop the Redemption Brotherhood.

So when the lunatics of the Brotherhood of Redemption launched an offensive in Leinster, many forces including the Bronian Garrison and the St. Jie Society jointly encircled it, but the results were beyond everyone's expectations. . First URL //.qi

The Brotherhood of Redemption won, relying on a group of monsters summoned by the strange spells they didn't know of.

They are soldiers in black armor and priests in black. They are inhumane and do not fight during the day, but they will wander in groups at night. Their mouths will emit strange whispers, and those who hear lighter will have headaches. If it breaks, it will go crazy directly.

Under the attack of this terrible monster, the remaining Leinster garrison has retreated into St. Freya College, standing by with a small number of students in the school and the deputy dean Astrid who is stationed there, but cloth Radley was not so lucky. After losing his first goal, the Brotherhood of Redemption would target the old enemy of the Saints.

Now that the St. Jie’s Society has been huddled near Worcester Castle in Dongcheng District, it is about to be completely defeated, and the news from the undercover secret tonight makes Bradley desperate.

The envoy that Saint Jie would come to support was intercepted on the road.

The death of the holy envoy means that the holy guild of Leinster has lost its last hole card.

It has not been long before the high-level human reinforcements rushed back from the front line. The defenders in the Saint Freya Academy may be able to persist until that time, but the Saints’ Society will definitely be eliminated before then, and the orders of the high-level council cannot be completed. Everyone is a dead end.

Either killed by the monsters in the dark night, or liquidated by the board of directors, this desperate situation made this thin middle-aged man have to drink his troubles.

There was another bottle of 100-year-old red wine. Bradley's face was already flushed. He walked to the window and looked at the dim neighborhood outside the castle, as if he could see the terrifying monsters crawling out of the night. .

"Boom!"

"Who? Didn't I say not to disturb me?"

The sudden knock on the door interrupted the gloomy man’s imagination, and made Bradley, who had recovered his senses, become a little embarrassed. He yelled at the door impatiently, but what he heard was the believer outside the door. Excited report.

"My Excellency, the envoy from the council is here!"

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Emissary? There is also a **** emissary!

Bradley thought so angrily, and led a large group of people to the east gate that was still in his hands, followed by the huge scorpion head puppet behind him.

At the moment when he heard the soldiers say that the envoy came, Bradley was not happy, but was in a cold sweat. Others didn’t know what the envoy was, and were even waiting anxiously, but he knew very well. .

Emissary? His mother had asked the Brotherhood of Redemption to be raised!

Now, ninety-nine percent of them are their spies!

At the gate of the city lit by the torch, Bradley saw the black-haired teenager talking to the believers from a distance. Seeing this, the thin middle-aged man gave a sharp look and waved back while shouting commands.

"He is fake! Get him up for me!"

Behind them, the believers in white robes rushed out from both sides, the puppets with scorpion heads let out a weird roar, and the believers around Roya were shocked and hurriedly backed away. For a while, the black-haired teenager was heavily surrounded.

No, it seems that they have some sources of information, or that the envoy and the Bishop Bradley met each other.

Roja thought so in his heart and couldn't help but frown slightly. According to the situation in the letter, the envoy directly under the council should not be able to meet the local believers. In the letter, Bradley didn't seem to know the envoy. This is one of the main reasons why Roja wanted to fake the envoy, but the reality did not develop according to his imagination.

Before the city gate, the believers of the Holy Trinity Society unsheathed their weapons, and the spells were not used. The situation can be said to be turned down in an instant. However, in the face of this violent situation, the young man did not panic. The young man asked indifferently and dignifiedly:

"Bishop Bradley, what are you going to do? This is how you treat the council's envoy?"

"Oh, you are the envoy? Do you think I haven't met Master Prandtl? You are not him at all!"

Bradley stared at Roja sternly. Normally, the envoy belongs to the council. He should not be known as the regional bishop. The other party should also know this before daring to replace him, but these idiots What I didn't know was that he had a personal relationship with Prandtl, the Saint Envoy of the Kingdom of Scholars, because Prandtl was actually born in Leinster and he sent it there.

This coincidence made Roja's first plan fail, but since he dared to come, how could he only have one plan?

In fact, this situation had been prepared for at the moment Roja appeared.

Under Bradley's big drink, the believers behind him glared at Roja, but the believers guarding the city looked at each other. The black-haired boy raised his head slightly, as if thinking about something, and his face appeared after a moment. A mocking smile.

"Plant? Oh, you mean the waste who died halfway, when did I say I was him?"

"Ok?"

"I am the envoy directly under the council, Roja, Bishop Bradley, please pay attention to your words!"

Under the boy's stern voice, Bradley's eyes widened, and the cronies around him hurried over to whisper, and after hearing that the boy called himself Roja at the beginning, Bradley couldn't help but feel a daze. The emergence.

Didn't the council wait for him to ask for help, and sent people directly from the headquarters?

No no, how could it be possible that the turmoil lasted less than a week, how could it be so fast?

"Emissary of Luoya? Humph, why have I never heard of you."

Bradley's eyes turned sharp as a knife, he stared at the boy in front of him, and said in a low voice:

"Since you say that you are the emissary, tell me, who is the director who appointed you?"

As soon as the problem came out, there was silence around him, and the pupils of the black-haired boy suddenly shrank.

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