Trafford’s Trading Club

Vasco probably felt like he was stepping on something, so he lifted his leg and looked.

Mai Radaton was shocked that the communication prop crystal, though crushed, was nothing but fragments, and he feared that visitors to Vasco's holy church would see what was happening.

“Something. ”

In fact, he seemed to think too much… just saw Vasco lift his legs and sweep directly with his foot plate and sweep the crystal shards into the yard next to the corridor.

Mai Lada's face was stiff again and he couldn't speak.

Just heard Vasco quite casually at the moment: "Clean it up! ”

“… good.” Mai Lada opened his mouth and eventually responded with disillusionment.

After that, Vasco walked into Father Stra's room where he was reciting the Scriptures, ignoring Mai Lada.

Mai Lada could only silently pick up the crystal shards in the yard... they couldn't stick back, and even if they could stick back, they couldn't be used again.

“Shit, shit!” Mai Lada cursed hard, "Give me back my teeth, give me back double... for you, give me back 100 times!! ”

Just to be clear, he's in danger of being locked up by human police for minutes now. How can he deal with an Anglican knight?

In short, Mai Lada left in a desolate manner.

In front of the room door, Vasco stopped because Father Stra was standing in front of the door, shaking his head slightly, looking at the strong old man in front of him with a slight dissatisfied eye.

“Still not your student, so concerned?” Vasco doesn't care.

“It is my duty to give those lost lambs a bright path.” Father Stra said with a cross in his chest.

“Saints have a lot of stray lambs. There are even rebel lambs in God's prison. Why don't you go back and touch them with iron fists? ”

Father Stra glanced at him and said: "Everyday at 7: 00 am, at 10: 00 pm, seven days a week, all year round, who loves to go! ”

“Is that why you're here?!” Vascoton's eyes widened and his face was incredible.

……

This certainly won't be the reason Father Stra hasn't returned, but this seems to be the way the work system in Divine Prison really is… On second thought, Vasco can't find anything to refute.

After two small eyes glared at each other for a moment, Father Stra returned to his room to continue reading the scripture sermon, while Vasco leaned on the door and did not know what to think.

While the followers of the house are curious as to who this magnificent old man is at the door, Father Stra is preaching, which requires absolute silence, so the followers can only hide their doubts temporarily.

Then there's communication.

But Mr. Smith left immediately after the priest's sermon, feeling better. He remembered his wife at the hospital, so he quit.

So it's going to be carried on by another believer… they tell their hearts or their troubles, or their secrets, or some kind of trauma.

It's a strange young man's turn.

They only discovered that there was a young face in this room that they had never seen before… black hair, black eyes, seemed to come from the Orient.

Most of the inhabitants of the town know the truth, so judging this strange young man may be a student of the school… or a new resident who has only been here for a short time.

“This gentleman, are you a believer?” Father Stra asked with a smile.

“Not really.” A strange young man is polite: “I'm just passing through here, so come in and see... if I'm not a believer, can I not participate? I don't know, because nobody stopped me from coming in the door. ”

The priest laughed: "We welcome anyone… welcome you, new guest. You can talk about the troubles in your heart here, don't worry about the eyes of others, and don't be shy about the hard things in your heart, because we all help you. ”

“I don't have any troubles at the moment.” The young man shook his head: “Really, I'm just more interested in this place, so come in and listen and feel it. ”

The followers were not angry, Father Stra was even less, and he just nodded with a smile, "I hope you will not be troubled by troubles in the future, bless you, young man. ”

Of course it is only a verbal blessing, if it is really another blessing, Vasco will probably not be able to live, come up and drag Father Stra away directly… Holy power cannot be displayed in the eyes of ordinary people at will, unless they are all believers.

Although not to the point of exclusion, Vasco is not at all interested in those who have no faith in their hearts.

“How you feeling, boy? If it feels good, consider joining me as your sponsor.” An uncle in the room is laughing: “This little place, it's not as many rules as a big city, it's simple, you just nod your head. ”

Generally speaking, they all seem overzealous.

“I don't think… there is a need for this at this time.” The young man shook his head slightly: “Thank you for your kindness, sir. ”

Two consecutive denials have been made, and it is only natural that no one should ever force this strange young man - after all, the Church is not a compulsory hegemonic organization.

But Father Stra was somewhat confused at the moment - this strange young man, who seemed to have noticed just now, but this party had been going on for some time... since Mr. Smith started talking about the pain in his heart, how come he didn't notice this young man until now?

As a matter of fact, among the faces of the many Westerners, the faces of the Orientals are so extraordinary that they should not fail to notice themselves.

Just out of doubt, a 30-year-old man in the room suddenly stood up and planned a conversation between Father Stra and this strange young man.

“Oh… what can I do for you, Ole?” Father Stra is not uncomfortable, just strange.

The man named Olay lowered his head at the moment, did not speak, appeared a little strange, and this moment attracted everyone's attention.

“Ole? ”

Father Stra had to take a step forward - and Ole suddenly raised his head at the same time - when he saw the man still bowing his head.

“What are you sleepy about...”

Before he finished, the man named Olay rushed forward and strangled his hands towards Father Stra's neck... he even strangled Father Stra's neck with ease!

This shock startled the followers in the room!

Vasco outside the door saw, almost without any hesitation, the first time walked in... instantly!

The muscle-studded arm grabbed Ole's back collar and lifted him up easily with one hand. But Ole still grabbed Father Stra's neck. Let's see, Vasco slapped Ole's finger, listening only to a click. Ole's finger was easily broken and bent!

Weird things happened and Ole, who broke a finger, could not feel any pain at this time... Vasco snorted coldly, his hands again, this time directly and violently unraveling.

“Vasco!” Father Stra suddenly had a low drink at the moment.

He was about to force Vasco to sniff, frown, and eventually just push away - and he understood what Father Stra reminded himself of.

In the room, it's not just Olay, but the rest of the followers are getting unusual at this moment... they're getting blind, but their eyes reveal terrible aggression from time to time!

“Are you all right? What the hell is wrong with them? Evil trick?” Vasco retreated to Father Stra and asked directly.

The priest who had just been strangled by Ole obviously had nothing to do, but frowned: “If anyone here uses evil magic I don't know, you're too kind to invite me back... it seems to be a secret medicine. ”

“Secret medicine?” Vasco shrugged and watched.

In the air, there seemed to be an implicit scent, a floral scent that could easily be ignored - but Vasco remembered that there were no flowers in the church, and that Stra was growing dishes in the yard!

“Your sinners yet.” Vasco asked directly.

Father Strasse said in disgust, "Who else can I offend? After all these years, I've offended the Pope, haven't I? But at least I'm gone. ”

Never before had Father Stra been able to shake his head like this, striking directly, one hand at a time, and knocking down those who had lost their minds.

He had a point, he just knocked people out, Father Stra naturally didn't stop him... but he had a feeling in his heart as if he'd forgotten something.

He looked closely at the followers who had been knocked down by Vasco, but couldn't find anything to confuse him... but he couldn't think carefully, so there was a noise outside the room!

……

The followers who were taking part in various events suddenly became violent, not only frantically destroying what was in the church, but even twisting with each other.

All the way out of the inner hall, Vasco finally stopped in front of an insane pregnant woman and, helplessly, simply grabbed her and tied her up.

It was not until he and Father Stra arrived in a vacant place outside the church that they revealed a heavy look.

Only on the roof of the church, not knowing when to stand a woman in strange armor with a black V-mask on her face!

This peculiar armor is mostly black, but the texture is glowing orange-red… an ominous sign that haunts Father Stra and Vasco.

“Who are you? Why attack the church?” Vasco snorted coldly, as one of the several oldest qualifications of the Anglican Order, when faced with most of the world's [inhumans], he never did.

The mysterious woman on the roof did not speak, but suddenly stretched out her palms and spread them apart… falling from the woman's palm, it was a pendant.

Vasco and Father Stra suddenly looked slightly different and saw the pendant taken out by the woman. Vasco's voice was even lower: “The sacred relic of the monastery of Pejols? You're from the Black Orchestra? ”

The woman just made a laugh, and at the same time the whole church was covered in darkness… it seemed to be the power of the holy relics from this so-called monastery of Pejols!

But the sacred relics of the church naturally do not produce this strange dark power.

Thus, at the moment when darkness covered the whole Church, Father Stra thought of something, "You… have reversed the sacred relics?! ”

“One is the former Warden of Divine Will of the Holy Church, and the other is one of the oldest holy knights in office, and I really want to teach you, are you not as good as rumored? ”

The mysterious woman finally spoke… a rather sharp and hard voice, apparently specially treated.

“Humph! The rest of it! Just in time to save trouble, look everywhere!” Vasco laughs now: “Purify you today! ”

He is clearly one of the oldest holy knights, a holy lady in a pound, and at this moment the holy force erupts, as if from the darkness in front of a broken eye.

But for a moment, the sanctity that erupted in Vasco was suddenly ablated... and the light faded.

“Vasco, don't use sanctity!” Father Stra hastily warned at this time: "The sacred relics have been reversed, and now they are releasing the power of decadence… For those who practice sacred power, the power of decadence equals the most horrible poison! The more holy power you unleash, the faster it erodes and falls! ”

Vasco grunted, jumped straight up, punched at this mysterious woman, did not use holy power, but simply used a thousand hammers to purify the body!

Even so, this punch went on and threw a big hole out of the roof of the church!

The cross on the roof collapsed directly, and the mysterious woman who easily escaped the attack was caught directly at Father Stra.

But at the moment when this mysterious woman was about to catch Father Stra, this belly could not be hidden, even some slightly bald priest, suddenly burst into a horrible glow, then fist wrapped in a glowing glow, directly burst out!

The mysterious woman hastily staggered her hands to resist, but after bearing Father Stra's punch in the face, she flew out and directly crashed into the church… the church wall also collapsed.

Father Stra is in a direct victory chase... chasing this mysterious woman to fight, boxing to the flesh!

Even a warrior like Vasco can't help but feel the pain of flesh for this mysterious woman - Stra's fist beating really hurts!

Iron Fist is invincible, Stella. This is a crime that has suppressed the whole god damned prison, a fierce man for half a century!

But Vasco suddenly remembered a question, "You old bastard!! Didn't you say you couldn't use sanctity? ”

“Huh! Garbage Vasco! My holy power was repaired by myself. Yours was borrowed. How can you speak the same day!” Father Stra snorted coldly at this moment, "Better by God than by himself! ”

“Warden Stella, let me teach you the so-called Iron Fist! ”

Only a black glow broke through the church, and it was the mysterious woman - the difference was that behind her there was a pair of black-light wings.

Like the legendary Fallen Angel.