My little country

"The angel is defeated!"

Watching the two-winged angel burst into a ball of light.

Countless onlookers who saw this scene exclaimed.

And the priests and believers screamed.

"Holy Lord is up!"

To the northeast of Lisbon Cathedral, at the highest point of a commercial center, a foresight reporter was staring, clenching the microphone in his hand and shouting:

"Have you seen this scene?"

"The angels are defeated! The fate of the Lisbon Cathedral is worth worrying about!"

"Also, can't I really zoom in the camera?"

The reporter quietly discussed with the cameraman.

The cameraman shook his head steadily, taking only the distant view, and would never zoom in.

And even if he maintains his vision, he still trembles twice, unwilling to stay here for another second.

"and many more!"

The reporter saw the dark clouds rolling in the Lisbon Cathedral, and the darkness seemed to have lowered the brightness of that area by several levels. Feeling the danger, he also planned to end this live broadcast while away from Lisbon.

The Europa reporter suddenly noticed that a convoy bucked the trend towards the Lisbon Cathedral.

It seems... is the new reinforcements?

The inner area of ​​Lisbon Cathedral.

With the angels defeated.

The ghost nun teleported directly to the main entrance of the church, seemingly blocked by the church barrier, unable to enter.

She uttered an angry scream, and behind her wave of hands, hundreds of ghosts flew around, and fell into the bodies of the priests and nuns.

Soon, the clergy without extraordinary powers were all possessed, and then surrounded the church.

The bishop in white was panting, and he was only one-armed holding a blessed mace and still killing enemies.

It's just that as the blood overflowed from the wound, the surrounding temperature became lower and lower.

The bishop in white could feel that his physical strength was fading fast, and he... seemed to be reaching his limit.

Especially now, his opponents have been replaced by several clergymen possessed.

This made him fall into contradictory hesitation.

Several of these priests are all acquaintances!

"The Holy Lord has been watching us."

"The Spear of Killing God is watching us!"

The bishop in white suddenly raised his mace and shouted:

"Evils, sinners!"

"Your conspiracy will never succeed!"

Hum!

The bishop in white has performed divine art, inspiring a lot of holy light to envelop himself.

Under the light of the Holy Light, the possessed clergy screamed in pain, and immediately retreated several meters.

puff.

The holy light flashed away, and the bishop in white looked at the result of the battle with a wry smile.

He thought he could at least dispel a few evil spirits, but he didn't expect...not even one of them could exorcise demons successfully...

Not reconciled!

However, at least you have worked hard, right?

The bishop in white shook his body and fell to the ground.

During the fall, his confused eyes seemed to see cars rushing over shining with holy light, hitting a head of ghoul and werewolf blocking the way.

Then, a figure seemed to rush towards him.

Oneself...maybe able to be hugged?

This thought just came up.

boom!

The bishop in white touched the floor, feeling the coldness of the ground and the smell of blood and rust accompanied by the stench.

After that, the bishop in white heard the screams of the evil spirits around him and a warm light enveloped him.

"Huh, huh."

The bishop in white felt that he was alive again, and quickly opened his eyes, and saw a familiar transcendent bishop nodding slightly to him.

"Are you here?"

Bishop White is not too surprised that the City of the Holy Lord will send reinforcements.

He just thought... they shouldn't be that strong.

After all, except for the Red Archbishop, Old Mark and Father Ashura, who is currently receiving the grace of God.

The sacred power gap between other extraordinary priests is actually not big.

As for experience, there is a gap in life experience, but exorcism experience, cough cough, who didn’t start from scratch?

"It's not just us."

Seeing the doubts of his companions, the bishop coughed and turned to look at the big gray windbreaker who was facing the ghost nun:

"Chief Ridley is here too."

"Director Ridley? The Chief Ridley!"

The bishop in white clearly recognized the Chief Ridley.

After all, it was earlier than they were to get in touch with the transcendent and become the superb predecessors.

In addition, he has made contributions to the great evil confrontation with the Lord of All Things, and he can talk and laugh with the two extraordinary masters of Celtic!

Later it was said that a compromise was reached with the upper echelons of Europa.

Now it seems that it is not imaginary.

And in the field.

Director Ridley spit out half of the cigar and clenched his fists.

To be honest, he didn't want to wade in this muddy water.

He is a heresy who has inherited the power of the dragon in the sky. What does he come to participate in the holy war?

But, who caused the voice of the dragon will in the sky suddenly appeared in his mind, asking him to help Ashuram complete the sealing ceremony of the Apocalypse Pearl?

Speaking of which, Director Ridley didn't even know who Ashura was!

But it's all about protection and justice.

Director Ridley took a deep breath and watched the ghost nun slowly release Longwei.

Hum!

The power of dragon blood mixed in the blood was slowly released.

With the dragon mark given in the half-dangling strange thing.

Longwei, equivalent to the coercion of a second-level extraordinary monster, really did it for Chief Ridley.

Under the dragon's might, the clergy around the church fell as if they were struck by lightning, cutting wheat.

The translucent evil spirits groaned and pulled out of their bodies, trying to escape.

However, when Director Ridley saw a dragon's mouth phantom appearing on him, he took a sharp breath.

At least fifty evil spirits were sucked in in this way, and then they were swallowed into the phantom and disappeared.

"Another running dog that helps heaven?"

The ghost nun screamed and grabbed her hands forward.

Director Ridley quickly kicked the ground and jumped to a height of 100 meters.

But the ground was occupied by spikes.

"Is this a mage?"

Director Ridley murmured, and immediately saw the ghost nun waved her hands and released wind blades.

These wind blades are as fast as cannonballs, flying around.

Some missed Director Ridley, but cut off the flagpoles and other objects on the buildings behind him, or left a crescent-shaped cavity in the wall, showing its sharpness.

"To die, to die!"

Director Ridley yelled, turned around and avoided the wind blade several times, finally approached the ghost nun, and then let out a deafening dragon roar.

The dragon roar at close range.

The ghost nun's body collapsed instantly.

However, a few seconds later, the ghost nun reshaped and recovered from a hundred meters away.

And the white werewolf seemed to have noticed Director Ridley too, jumped down, snarled at Director Ridley after landing with a loud boom.

Director Ridley immediately persuaded.

He now relies on the power of strange objects and dragons to bless him, and he is also at the second-level elementary level, simultaneously dealing with two second-level elementary monsters.

Even if the other party intends to release water.

He can't bear it too.

"By the way, how about Mosca's helper, why didn't he take action?"

Chief Ridley complained.

In fact.

Mosca was a little embarrassed.

The son of Peyron's Shield's bloodline.

The Kimir student, in the apartment building not far away, kept praying to the Great God Perun and his father.

just.

It seemed unlucky that Perun had no time to pay attention to him.

Therefore, the miracle did not appear.

He, the Kimir, is temporarily unable to play a role.

The officials and staff of Mosca were embarrassed and sweated.

And he cast his suspicion on Kimir.

Although before coming, Kimir had always claimed that he had activated the power of the bloodline and was able to communicate with the Great God Perun and so on.

However, Mosca officials still know very well.

The Kimir family is indeed a genetic family of psychosis.

Especially fantasies, family members will have more or less.

Although after the Perron incident, no one dared to question this in person.

But what if this Kimir is sick now?

After all, his father was the one who really awakened bloodline power.

And in the direct line and sub-family of dozens of generations before his father, no one was lucky enough to become the second Kimir.

"what should I do now?"

Outside.

A Mosca blonde female officer looked at a middle-aged man in his fifties who was wearing a military coat and leather hat with gray hair and asked.

The old man had invited Yingjia to come in by himself, and had no actual position.

However, none of the Mosca present dared to underestimate the old man or disrespect his advice.

Because the old man's name is Strekoff.

This is a name that few people know.

Because no matter it is the major forces, or the forces including the upper ranks of Mosca, they don't like this guy.

This is a guy who doesn't know the generality, the art of compromise, and the hard work of the upper echelons.

On the contrary, this guy is very strong, very capable of tossing, and the battlefield is even more like opening up.

It is the living legend of Mosca, and it is most likely to inherit a generation of heroes from his private legion under Emperor Mosca.

He is an apologetic knight appointed by the Orthodox Holy Lord, the spiritual leader of the Holy Tsarist and the leader of the fighting priest.

The nightmare of the enemy, the god of war of friendly forces, the god of war to conquer Crete and East Uzbekistan.

When he was a teenager, he abandoned his literature and joined the army, fighting from Western Europe to Eastern Europe, and from the plateau to the Black Sea.

After victories and then cold receptions, and even after being kicked out of the official system, he was able to plan the Crete incident in advance, and led 53 people into East Uzbekistan. Before Mosca’s side had yet to negotiate a decision, he ordered East The war genius who collapsed across the board in the Uzbek war zone.

Victory with partial tactics, forcing the upper class to accept the lunatics of their strategic intentions.

A war madman who looked unreasonable from the upper level, so he repeatedly contradicted the upper level including Emperor Mosca, and was forced to be transferred back from the front line to take care of him again and again.

It was the guy who made Emperor Mosca wish to kill him, but he was reluctant to kill him.

The upper-class people of Mosca were very worried, if Mosca the Great returned to heaven, he hadn't ordered this Strekoff to be cracked.

Then they should quickly pack up their things and escape.

no way.

The idol of Strekoff, but that steel father!

In the Sacred Tsar's Association he leads, in this religious organization, that steel father is considered a saint, dare you believe it?

They don't want to dig potatoes in the snowy field!

"Wait."

Strekoff said quietly:

"The saint guides us the people of Mosca."

"Everything in front of us is just time for us to learn."

"I understand."

The blonde girl nodded slightly, and her awkward mood was magically calmed down.

Because of this, she looked at Strekov and seemed to understand why this person could conquer several cities with only dozens of followers, and then recruit a group of volunteers to create miracles of war.

Maybe this is the charm of the famous general in the story?

But why is such a character not an extraordinary person?

The blonde woman felt sorry for Strekoff.

distance.

Director Ridley was caught by the white werewolf's calf, and then flew out with a bang. He broke through the church door and rolled down in front of the people who were praying.

Ashuram saw the front door broken open.

He clenched his hands:

"The Holy Lord will protect all blessed people."

"We are all selected, no need to be afraid, no need to be afraid."

"Amen!"

Those clergymen who were shocked by the loud noise all bowed their heads again to pray.

The wind blew out from the breach.

The ghost nun floated, but she was still blocked by the door.

The white werewolf snorted, and after landing from a height of 100 meters, he rushed over at an accelerated speed.

boom!

As soon as the white werewolf rushed to the door, he was stopped by a light curtain. Under the impact, the werewolf flew out by himself and fell to the ground.

"Does this Lisbon Cathedral really have a sacred barrier?"

Director Ridley was a little surprised.

To tell the truth, in his own perception, this church is just a look.

Of course, he prefers that his experience is too bad to perceive.

"Roar!"

After the white werewolf was hit and flew, he immediately turned back and roared, and the other werewolves around gave up chasing the target and gathered in front of it.

Then dozens of werewolves formed a cone-shaped formation and rushed to the main entrance of the church together yelling.

At the same time, the ghost nun also condensed a black ball of light surrounded by black mist and threw it out.

boom!

The ball of light and the werewolves hit the cathedral at the same time.

Cracks appeared in the whole wall of the cathedral.

Above the prayer hall, many cracks appeared on the frescoes of Meilun Meiyang, and even some rubble was dropped.

The white werewolf smiled when he saw it, and he wanted to make persistent efforts to regroup.

There was a scream in the air.

Soon.

A shell fell in the werewolf queue, and a red mushroom cloud was exploded with a bang.

"Roar!"

The white werewolf was shaken back more than ten meters, suddenly raised his head and looked at a heavy helicopter that appeared behind the church.

That is from a helicopter provided by Britain.

An extraordinary priest is carrying a special bazooka, reloading and aiming again.

"Wow!"

Upon seeing this, the ghost nun rushed over.

Several ghosts appeared around the ghost nun, who seemed to be preparing to protect the crew.

But after they got close to the helicopter, they were taken aback.

This helicopter.

It's a drone!

The possessive abilities of the evil spirits are not as ridiculous as controlling machines.