Trafford’s Trading Club

Run ——!

This is the only command the brain has given Dagonit at this moment, and even before this command reached the area of understanding in his brain, his body had reacted!

A dark shadow, at this moment at a terrible speed, will be fired out of the midst, instantly at the edge of the dark curtain of the fallen force field!

The feeling of suffocation spread as if there was a great horror behind him… those eyes, like infinitely expanding behind him!

Finally, Dagonit broke through the dark curtain, reaching the streets outside the church - the dark curtain - and seemed to react only to those who possessed the Holy Power.

On the street, silence at this moment is silent, but not silent… but the ordinary human beings around them are already in a coma because of the appearance of the dark curtain.

Dagonit gasped loudly and penetrated behind the darkness before that feeling of great terror subsided... he looked at his trembling palms in panic.

The armor of the twelve knights on the body, created by the power of the elves, the ancient Celtic kingdom's divine technology crystallized the inheritance armor, at this moment is a direct collapse and cracking.

Dagonit suddenly leaned against the wall in the courtyard of the house, paralyzed on the ground in a weightless manner, muttering to himself: “Just one eye breaks the armor of inheritance, this is not the power of the world, this is not... not...”

God?

The phone in the clothes bag suddenly vibrated, Dagonit's heart stopped, then reacted, quickly took it out, and found that at this time, his hands were shaking so smoothly that he couldn't grasp it several times, he had to fall on the floor.

“What... what...”

The knight stationed here at the knighthood, Muffin's voice, “Lord Dagonit, that darkness appears again, shall we go? ”

“Let's go?” Dagonit stood up suddenly, "What's going on... Don't move! No, as far away as you can, as far back as you can - I command you to evacuate this place now! ”

Dagonit said, ignoring the two overwhelmed muffins on the other side of the phone, the first thing was to launch a warplane landing on a cliff off the coast of the town.

He needs to take what happened tonight… everything that happened, back to the headquarters of the cavalry - not for a moment!

In an instant, Dagonit disappeared into the streets and, at the fastest pace of his life, rushed to where the fighters were hiding.

……

Mr. Joker from the cavalry has left… The fact that he left naturally makes sense to Mr. Lo - he is considering a question.

In terms of the value of the [circle] of information provided by Ramias, his ten-minute confinement in Vasco has been extremely tolerant - in terms of the store's trading principles.

Of course, if it were his own will, it would be another way of saying it.

So he just glanced at Dagonit and had no intention of doing it... but this Mr. Joker, too sensitive.

“What a superhuman touch...”

Boss Lo shook his head and the problem was whether he was going to charge Ramias extra or not.

All of a sudden, Vasco beside him suddenly caught Boss Lo's attention - the old man in front of him, who had struggled with his body so strong, at a time when his muscles were as hard as steel, shrinking little by little.

His eyes were hollow and he was deaf... and his body collapsed as if he hadn't noticed.

Vasco has worked tirelessly on his body for decades - and this is entirely supported by the fanaticism of faith in his heart, breaking the limits of the human body's brain one by one.

But when the faith was broken by some powerful force, his body could not bear the fatigue and damage that had accumulated over the decades under the practice of terror intensity, and the direct physical collapse.

“The more piety, the more fragile… faith and destruction are but a matter of thought.” Boss Lo looked casually at Vasco, "which is probably the downside. ”

Shaking his head, Boss Lo opened slightly the sanctity blockade on Vasco.

This tint allowed Vasco's internal sanctity to reappear… even though it was weak, like a tiny spring eye, the sanctity poured out was not worth mentioning at all to his lake-like capacity.

But it is a source of hope.

Feel it, Holy... the power of faith!

Vasco suddenly raised his head!

The Lord did not give up on him... he did not give up - the fire of hope reignited in his eyes, the appearance of that faint holy power, like a spark!

The collapse of his body stopped and his shrinking muscles slowly recovered... Vasco rose up again - the Lord did not give up on him, only his faith was not strong enough to allow the other party to say a few words and make himself almost impossible... it is his faith that is not firm enough!

And it's not strong enough to defeat the devil.

What if you're not strong?

Double cultivation! Ten times more practice… keep practicing until it's strong enough!

Boss Luo nodded darkly at this moment, only momentarily Vasco's soul returned to its original appearance… the means of that belief, though obvious, had equally obvious advantages.

If an ordinary man's heart breaks down and wants to get better, he can't do it in an instant... but looking at Vasco's life, he's almost at the limit of his life, right?

Boss Lo can't help but wonder if Vasco will be a part of the rent when he doesn't know the next heaven will pay the rent...

“You look much better, Mr. Vasco.” Boss Lo smiled slightly.

Vasco has calmed down… he naturally understands that he has let go of himself and let his faith pick up again - at a time when he feels horrible but not as if he fell into the abyss decades ago.

He took a deep breath, "Your target is Stra? ”

“Her goal.” Boss Lo said no questions.

Vasco frowned: “Stra... Huh, grab you if you can, don't regret it as long as you get it back! ”

That guy's faith won't collapse so easily!

At this point, several of the Saints' alternates rushed out and saw that Vasco was on the roof, planning to go to the front support battalion, but one of them came up to Vasco and knocked one out until all four of the Saints' alternates passed out.

He looked at Boss Lo and sat directly on the roof. Since he couldn't do anything, he meditated on this place - practicing, forcing himself to practise all the time until a day when he was strong enough!

Rochu smiled casually and swept his eyes towards the grocery room at the corner of the church courtyard... there was no stopping, just the curtains in the grocery room, a little shaken at this moment.

“Teacher Pulling, I wonder if she will come...” Boss Lo whispered.

……

……

When Ramias broke in, Atongo, who was squatting next to Father Stra and eating, ran away.

“Next time you come in, can you push the door in, do you know it's expensive to hire workers now!” Father Stra glanced straight at him.

Ramias measured around, leaving Father Stra alone at this point in the restaurant.

“Father, excuse me again.” Ramias spreads his armored wings straight to Father Stra: “I hope you will cooperate with me and leave with me. ”

Father Strasse didn't have the guts to say, “You can't even take my punch. Where's the confidence to take me? They say you're brainless, you can't beat me with your knees. ”

“[Demented Armor].” Ramias suddenly said, "That's the name of the armor I'm wearing. ”

“Low blast!” Father Stra shook his head: “You black nuns still look good exposed! Speaking of which, send me a hundred dozen corrupt nuns, and I'll be back with you yesterday! ”

Ramias said softly: "The material [Arming the Goddess] is something special, it can remember all the attacks and then evolve until it can ignore the upper limit of the previous attack… Father, I don't know how many punches you used last time. ”

“Twenty-five minutes!” Father Stra glanced at him and said with disdain, "You have to remember, don't you? So the next time I add zero and a half, I'll make your armor memories suspicious of life! ”

Ramias had a headache... the character of Father Stra was really unusually bad - the young hacienda owner had promised herself limited time and she no longer wanted to keep talking to Father Stra here, at this point directly!

[Armored by the Goddess], yesterday I have remembered Father Stra's strength of attack, through overnight adjustment and evolution, today enough to cope with Father Stra's power... even if the other side had some reservations, I would never have had the power to fight back, like yesterday!

“Don't flip my table! Wait till you clean up the place! ”

Seeing Ramias pounding, Father Strasse snorted and couldn't get his fist out, but he slapped it, pounding incredible holy power flashed out, and Ramias saw a palm more than the house instantly pressed down!

Pff--!!

Her body was shot directly on the floor... Last time, Stella's punch had penetrated the armor, breaking her gut directly, but this time it didn't hurt her body, but it blew up [Armored by God] directly!

She glanced faintly at a fragment of armor that broke... like a glass fragment, like a cry - and then the debris on the ground began to turn into a silver liquid, polymerized!

After the rendezvous, it was towards the rear neck of Ramias.

Because of the material's special relationship, even so, [Shenzhen Armor] can still recover through self-healing… only to such an extent that it is damaged, I'm afraid it will take a long time to fully recover.

“Still want to be a demon?” Father Stra snorted and reached out and grabbed, digging out the armored core implanted in the back neck of Ramias!

The pain from the nerve breakdown almost knocked Ramias out... and she watched with horror as Father Stra held her hand at the moment, with a silver bead with a trace of blood.

Vasco on the roof has been talked into questioning life by Boss Lo, and likewise she is under Father Stra's means, questioning life!

When Father Stra pinched his fist, the flame of the bears' holy power burned in his palm, but for a moment the silver beads were calcined to ashes.

“At that level, would you dare attack the Holy Church?” Father Stra's eyes are flaming at this moment, and he hates iron and steel. "Don't you know there are at least a hundred dozen more in the Holy Church that are stronger than me? That's all you guys got. Play ball! Get back to your milk! ”

A hundred dozen… Ramias naturally doesn't believe —— is there really someone in the Holy Church who can be more terrifying than this monstrous priest?

Except for the coming of an angel and the coming of an angel of high rank!

“If everyone in the Holy Church has such a powerful power as a priest..." Ramias laughed bitterly: “You're right, we really don't have a chance of victory at all... it's me sitting in the well watching. ”

I can't beat it, I guess I can't escape... Ramias can only rush herself at this time, and there is a hope that I don't know who the owner of the estate will support me.

But there is little hope.

Who knew Stra could be so powerful... is this guy really human?

The priest then softened his breath and stood up: "Let's do this! In your capacity, you won't be able to catch the taillights of the Holy Church for the next hundred years! So hurry up and invite me back to the Black Church and press me to become the president of your Church until I take you to the Holy Mountains! I have people inside the church, they should be outside, and a wave can take the church away! Then take your place, then push the world, and make me the Lord of the Universe. ”

“You... what did you say?” Ramias glared at him.

This... Is this really what a priest said?

There is a special sign in the newspaper that says nothing about Father Stra -- but the priest in front of you, isn't that a word you're saying?

“I said, hurry up and ask me to go back to being the president in front of you and wait for me to lead you around the world!” Father Stra lowered his head and said impatiently, "What's the matter with you little girl, young ears don't work? I told you, you young men, don't overindulge! Look at your peachy eyes and nasty body. I don't know how many men have developed it or how many baby chickens have developed it. From today on, you can quit following me! ”

Crazy... crazy.

Ramias beat up a spiritual spirit at this moment, this Father Stra in front of him, is actually crazy! These eyes stare at themselves, it's such chaos, no focal length... just endless madness left!

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