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At the east gate of Leinster, countless people in white robes around the thin middle-aged raised torches and surrounded the youth group at the door. The night wind roared endlessly, but the air here seemed to freeze.

Bradley's voice reverberated in the night, and everyone's attention was focused. Everyone was waiting for Roja's answer, but this question was too difficult for the teenager.

The name of the director who assigned him to this issue touched on Roja’s greatest concern, and that is the interpersonal relationship of this era. This is a situation that he can hardly grasp when entering historical fragments. It is like a sharp sword that pierced him. The weakness.

Under the light and shadow of the torch, the black-haired boy was silent, and the corners of Bradley's mouth were mixed with a smile and killing intent. Just as he was about to give an order, Roja spoke suddenly.

"Bradley, where are you brave enough to let me name the director in public?"

As the believers looked around, the black-haired boy gritted his teeth and asked sternly. The middle-aged man couldn’t help but stop. Bradley looked at Roja in anger and was stunned. He found that some questions were indeed asked, but everyone was watching. But he didn't want to change his words. More importantly, if he didn't speak out in public, Bradley would need to chat with Roja privately, which he could never do.

Because Bradley is a puppet school.

The puppet school has no combat effectiveness when the puppet is launched, and if the puppet is not launched, although the combat effectiveness has improved, it is still far weaker than the same level.

The other party might have come to assassinate him. How could Bradley be so stupid to stay with him?

"...These are trustworthy believers, you can say."

After thinking for a moment, Bradley said with blinking eyes, but what he didn't know was that Roja had already expected his answer.

"Huh, devout believer?"

The golden pupils of the black-haired boy who heard the words lit up, and an angry smile appeared on his face.

"Before I came here, I thought you would be devout believers, but after entering the city, I only felt one emotion..."

"fear!"

"what did you say?"

Bradley asked angrily, but Roja ignored it. He gritted his teeth and scanned the nearby crowd sharply, then asked loudly:

"In less than a week, Leinster was occupied by three-quarters. The council's order was not implemented at all. Even the supporting Plante died on the road. When you fled in a hurry and retreated, your heart Has there ever been the glory of a mother god?"

"You! Bradley Dennis! Fear and stand still! What piety are you talking to me?"

"What is piety? Hundreds of years ago, the young Director Douglas returned to the arms of the envoy on the vast sea is piety! His soul will always follow the great mother god, but you? How are you better than him? Bishop Deli?"

The black-haired boy stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with scorching eyes, making Bradley's complexion change drastically.

Director Douglas, this name has long been no longer circulated in the Saints, but Bradley is absolutely clear, because strictly speaking he is the Bradley school, which is the early leader of the puppet school in the Saints According to legend, he reached Source Level 2 at a young age, but he entered the arms of the divine envoy ahead of time in order to hold the enemy.

Although Douglas' deeds are public, no one knows except for the descendants of the Puppet Cult a few hundred years later. If Roja can name this, then the only possibility is to read the documents at the time at the council headquarters. , And using Douglas to compare Bradley can be said to be a rather obscure rebuke.

Douglas was already Source Level 2 at a young age, and his status was as high as a director. Bradley had just broken through Source Level 2 at his age, and he was just a bishop. Douglas fought stubbornly and returned to the embrace of the gods in order to believe. Bradley was nearly defeated and embarrassed, and the two are simply not comparable.

Thinking of the middle-aged person here, his complexion turned red, but he didn't dare to speak casually, because this reprimand of Luo Ya had already implicitly proved his identity, and it made him panic.

Is it really an envoy?

Bradley looked embarrassed, his gaze wandered, and Roja did not pursue it any more. He took a deep breath, as if to calm his anger, then looked at the middle-aged man and said calmly:

"You ask who asked me to come, and I tell you, all members of the council unanimously transferred me from Shuangjiao Port. Strictly speaking, I am a special envoy. It seems that the letter from the council has not arrived It’s normal if you don’t know me."

"Shuangjiao Port?"

When Bradley, who was familiar with the name of the place, his eyes widened, it was the dormant place of the gods only known to the senior leaders of the Holy Trinity. Radley had been there once when he was young, and he was one of the few bishops who knew about it. Roja came from Shuangjiao Port, so he was almost certainly a high-level person directly under the council.

Douglas, who thought this way, believed in the young man again, and Roja, who realized the bishop's reaction when he heard Shuangjiaogang, shrank his eyes and continued to speak:

"But you don't know me, you should know this breath...this is the grace bestowed on me by the divine envoy."


The black-haired boy raised his hand as if accepting the grace of God, and the next moment the white mist began to condense in his palm. It was the terrifying icy air from the frozen ground. It was the tip of the iceberg that once frozen the earth and exterminated civilization. When it was released, the believers promised to feel anxious, but Bradley was struck by lightning.

This is the breath of the mother **** messenger sleeping in the abyss of the sea!

Bradley, who had been to Shuangjiao Port and felt the frostiness, was excited. At this moment, he completely believed in Roja's identity, and at the same time, his eyes became enthusiastic.

"Knowing, knowing! Honorable Envoy, I am extremely sorry, please forgive me for being rude!"

"Quick! Put away the weapon for me!"

The thin middle-aged man yelled hurriedly while apologizing. The believers who heard the order hurriedly put away their swords and looked at Roja in awe. The huge scorpion puppet bowed back to the back of the crowd, and Bradley was full. A friendly face came to Roya's side.

"My lord, all the previous misunderstandings were all misunderstandings. I heard the information from the informant. I heard that the **** Santos intercepted the Lord Prandtl envoy. This was a little nervous and caused a misunderstanding."

Santos? It should be the leader of the Brotherhood of Redemption.

Roja listened to Bradley's low voice apologizing. He glanced at the dim city at night and asked faintly:

"It's okay, what's the situation now?"

"Uh, my lord, the situation on our side is really not so good..."

Bradley said with a bitter face about the situation in the last few days, Roja's expression sank after hearing it, and the former's heart couldn't help but chuckle.

The current situation seems to Bradley to be overwhelming. By then, the board of directors will not be able to complete the task. Whether his life is going out will depend on the energy of the envoy, so he treats Luo. Ya is extremely careful, but what makes him strange is that when he heard that the monsters that Saint Jie will face are the black armored soldiers and black priests who act in the dark, the face of the envoy becomes strange.

"Take me to the front."

After thinking about it for a while, Roja calmly said the request, Bradley hurriedly agreed, and personally escorted him.

So the brigade under the city gate began to change directions and rush to the front line. When they arrived half an hour later, the front line was fighting fiercely. The believers of the Holy Trinity Society were in distress under the whispers of the monsters' profanity. The front line retreated and then retreated and could only use bows and arrows. He counterattacked with long-range spells, but there were hundreds of black armored soldiers emerging from the night, one after another.

Yes, it’s not possible to fight in close quarters, it’s almost impossible to advance the front, constant reductions in personnel, and endless rounds of battles day and night. This has been the situation of the Holy Trinity Society for a week, while the Redemption Brotherhood can rest during the day and give it to the monsters at night. Offensive, the advantage is unimaginable.

With this tactic, the Brotherhood of Redemption defeated all forces, and the Society of Saints was the final finishing touch before they attacked St. Freya Academy.

And obviously, tonight is another night of defeat.

The obvious battle situation made the believers desperate, and the maddening whispers pressed everyone’s nerves. Even if reinforcements came, there was no improvement in morale. Facing this situation, Luo Ya raised his eyebrows and looked at Bu Radley.

"This is the monster you are talking about?"

"Yes, my lord."

Roja laughed mockingly when he heard the affirmative reply from the middle-aged bishop. The next moment he stepped out and went straight out. Bradley was shocked when he saw this, but he was taken aback when he wanted to stop him.

Wait, why doesn't the head hurt anymore?

The bishop who stopped moving was strange in his heart, but Roja did not stop.

So on the battlefield where everyone was retreating, the black-haired young man walked upstream alone, gathering hundreds of thousands of eyes, his body released strange fluctuations as he walked, and believers who passed by were in pain. After being liberated, the crazy warrior returned to calmness. When he walked to the forefront, his thin back figure was covered with starlight, and his thin body seemed to be blocking everything.

Under this miracle, Bradley was stunned, and the soldiers stared with bated breath. In the eyes of everyone, the black-haired young man held his sword high. He looked back and revealed his solemn face, and his golden pupils were shining like twinkling lights.

"I, Holy Envoy Roja, came to support Leinster by the order of the council to bring my brothers and sisters out of pain and fire."

"Pious believers, the time for your dedication is coming. The glory of the mother **** needs our protection. For this reason, the great miracle has come! The dirty whisper can no longer enter our ears!"

"Tonight, at this moment, I appear here, and it is the mother **** who is watching here!"

"Fearless warriors, pious protectors, please gather around me!"

The black-haired boy opened his arms as if embracing the gods. After a moment of silence, the shouts of the mountains and the tsunami burst out behind him. The believers who witnessed the miracle rose up and rushed towards him with red eyes. The figure ahead.

The next moment, the black-haired boy issued an order.

"Follow my footsteps, charge ~~ novels) update the fastest, little brothers and sisters remember to collect!



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