472, the murderer is punished and punished.

Feng Junzi said lightly: "Why are you polite? If you need any help, I'm not sure what to do. Porter is a good person...Xiaobai, if you don't want to take care of the child, just let me go....The child's chest is the cross sword with tears. I've been left with me for too long."

Bai Shaoliu: "I'll take care of you. There are many people in the villa... Old Liu, you send Mr. Feng home. It's too late and it snows again. Be careful on the road."

Feng Junzi looked at everyone and stopped talking, turned around and left with Liu Peifeng. Only then did Avtana tell the story in detail. She received a call from Mrs. Porter for help. It was too late to arrive and did not find out who the murderer was.

Bai Shaoliu said angrily: "Do you still need to guess? It's probably the Fudimo!"

Avtena: "I also suspect it was him, but there is no evidence. Such a big thing happened in the diocese of Zhixu. I guess Mr. Porter may have been in trouble. I want to ask Adilo."

Xiaobai said: "If you ask, I'm afraid you can't ask anything. If you want to check, check it yourself and I'll help you! If they really attack the Porter couple, you are in danger. Don't take risks alone easily. Today you will be lucky to meet Mr. Feng."

While talking, Luo Xi, Chi Yao, Qing Chen, and Helen came to the villa while sitting in Huaiqiu. When Luo Xi saw the child from a distance, she ran over and hugged him: "Whose child is this? She is still yellow-haired, so cute!"

Qingchen looked at Xiaobai suspiciously, with a sense of inquiry in his eyes. Xiaobai quickly explained: "This is the child of the Holy See's priest Potter. Something happened at his family today. Miss Viner arrived and rescued the child."

"Hey, isn't this my cross? Mr. Feng is still here?" Luo Xi discovered the cross sword with tears on Little Porter's chest, and was rolling out a black stone in the cradle of surprise.

"Star Marrow!" The stone was caught by Qingchen before it landed, and she screamed in surprise.

"It's Xingzhi, I don't understand why Xingzhi fell next to this child? There is also a card next to it with a gift for the child." Avtana frowned.

Gu Ying: "Strange thing, this is probably a conspiracy. Xingzhi is used to frame it. The Holy See has been tracing this Xingzhi for a long time...Prince Porter is the dean of Wuyou Theological Seminary. Something might have happened. Xiaobai and I will accompany you to ask clearly."

Qingchen said: "Will you go now? I'll go together."

Bai Shaoliu: "If you go, you may have to do something. Qingchen will follow me. Gu Ying, you stay and take care of the villa. Helen and the others will not take care of the children or make decisions. If there is any accident, someone will be in charge of the command and response."

After the arrangement was completed, Bai Shaoliu, Avtena and Qingchen set out to Wuyou Theological Academy at night. Of course, Xiaobai and Chi Yao were with him. Tao Qi and Tao Bao guarded Huaishan Villa, and Chi Jiao Seven Swords secretly followed Xiaobai and others as their response.

There was a newborn child in Huaishan Villa, which became a rare thing. Luo Xihelen and others rushed to hug him. Xiaobai ordered the child to be placed in Huaishan, and ordered his subordinates to take care of him at any time. Here, Little Porter was finally safe. But thousands of miles away, there was a man who was worried and did not notice that the danger was approaching. He was Pope Nicholas Homoro III.

That afternoon, the Pope received a report saying that Cardinal Cardinal Archbishop disappeared from the manor while on vacation, and that all the people in the manor were missing. There were traces of magical fighting on the avenue outside the manor gate. In the Pope's mind, Jog was not only an ideal heir, but also emotionally like his own child.

The Pope gave several urgent orders, first ordering the parish personnel near the Duchy of Tulip to search immediately and find Jog's whereabouts. At the same time, Gambidis's own guards were sent to the site of the accident to investigate. At this time, Dempredo was not there. The Pope ordered Ben Leden, the chief tutor of the Supreme Knight Training Camp, to send scouts to various parts of the Roba continent to see if there were any other discoveries.

While Feng Junzi and Avtina sent Little Porter to the Villa Wai, the Pope was waiting for news of returns from all over the country in his private study. At this time, the chief tutor Benleden asked for a meeting, and accompanied him were three mentors from the Supreme Knight Training Camp, as well as the Archbishop of the Holy Holy Church responsible for miracles training. As soon as the five men walked into the study, the Pope stood up and asked, "How is it, is there any news about Jog?"

Benleden said with a sad face: "Dear Your Majesty, please sit down... I am very sorry to report to you. According to the reward of Torres, the Templar Knight, Yog encountered a retaliatory attack by the dark forces in the Tulip Principality. I am afraid there is a lot of danger. I have sent someone to conduct a net and pursue it with all my strength, and there is no news yet."

The pope stroked his forehead and shook his body and sat down on the chair with a depressed look as if he had grown ten years old. The Archbishop Sarkozy made a gesture of concern and walked forward and walked around the table to support him, comforting him: "May God bless Jog, he will come back safely. Your Majesty should not be too worried. No matter what happens, you must take care of yourself."

The pope waved his hand powerlessly, but didn't say anything. At this moment, Ben Leden winked at Sarkozy, who was standing beside the pope, and a cold light appeared in Sarkozy's eyes. The pope's hand was hanging on his chest, and the ring symbolizing the status of the pope suddenly flashed. The pope's eyes showed a shock and joy, and then he returned to calm.

This is the connection between him and Jog. Jog sent him a signal, explaining two problems: one is that Jog is not dead, and the other is that Jog has entered Gambides, otherwise the Pope will not be able to sense it. Jog has obviously come, but Benleden told him that Jog whereabouts are unknown, and Jog has not appeared in public for so long, something must have happened here. The Pope was cunning and shocked, and immediately concealed his expression and raised his vigilance.

At that time, Sarkozy had already taken action. A magic wand flew out of his sleeve and shot several small balls of black and circling at a very close distance and fell towards the Pope. This was the combination of the most brilliant compressed air magic and thunder magic. This small ball was a compressed thunderbolt. The explosion range was very small, but it was extremely powerful. It could destroy almost anything you encountered. No matter how high the Pope's status was, it was a flesh and blood body.

In the Holy Holy Church, the recognized first magic master is Demprido. As for the old pope who has been in charge of the Holy Church for decades, no one knows how magic cultivation is, because he has not fought with people for forty years, and there is nothing he needs to do in person. People have almost forgotten that the pope can also be magic.

The first time Sarkozy saw the pope take action was the last time in his life. His magic wand shot out a compressed thunderball. Theoretically, the pope could not dodge at all, and there was no magic wand in his hand. At this moment, the pope suddenly raised his hand, stretched out his five fingers, and a light green light emitted from the ring, just like a lake of autumn water rippling rapidly covering his whole body.

The Pope's figure did not disappear, but became illusory and unreal. The light surrounding his body reflected the hazy light and shadow in the room as if it had become a translucent human form. Five compressed thunder balls fell on the pope, like a swimming fish sliding into a swamp and rubbing the edge of his body and spinning out, without being triggered. This is the most brilliant stealth magic in the world, cast by the Pope, and did not sneak, but put on himself a sacred robe that seemed to be invisible.

What happened later was Sarkozy no longer visible. While the pope raised his hand, five nails on his right hand flew out. Looking closely, it was not the real nail, but a sharp white light suddenly appeared on his fingertips. The white light was like five dazzling silver snakes, shooting at five people in the room. The silver snake seemed to have spirituality, and it could bypass bookshelf, sculpture, etc. with an arcuate trajectory. The Sarkozy station was the most unprepared recently, and the person who attacked the sneak attack became the first person to be plotted against.

A white light penetrated into Sarkozy's eyebrows. His sinister smile when he attacked was forever frozen. His whole person turned petrified, his face quickly turned white and dry, and then countless cracks appeared. Then the whole person collapsed like a pile of broken stones. What kind of magic is this? It has such a strange power!

The other four were far away. When the Pope took action, they had time to be alert and drew out the short sword to meet the flying white light. The white light was strange. They did not dare to take it forward, but the sword tip drew a circle in the air and brought a vortex to smash the white light. Sarkozy was dead, and the compressed thunder ball he emitted lost control and was about to explode. However, the Pope raised his five fingers and closed it, controlling the five thunder balls in the air. Then he bounced again, and the thunder ball shot towards the four people, with a more urgent move than the white light.

As soon as the four of them blocked the white light, the thunder ball had arrived. Benleden waved his sword and shouted: "Kill him!" At this time, their purpose was revealed, and they could only take a single bet and immediately deal with the Pope.

At this time, we could see the level of each person's cultivation. The four of them waved their swords and shot out only three sword lights, crossing the pontiff's body, and the hard white oak desk was neatly cut into four petals. The pope's body was hit hard, and the green light seemed to be deformed and flowing, and gradually gathered into the original body. At the same time, there was a small "puff" sound in the room, which was the sound of the compressed thunder ball bursting.

The mentor who was standing closest to the Pope had just swung his sword to block the white light. The thunder ball shot and hit the hilt of his sword. The explosion was not loud, but his arm was stained with blue flames. The flames quickly penetrated into his body. In the next second, half of his body became coke, and he made a scream of horror and fell to the ground. The other half was still intact. The power of a compressed thunder ball was so huge. If all five were exploded on the Pope, you can imagine the consequences.

Another instructor standing in front of the pope waved his sword light, but he happened to face the thunder ball. The thunder ball exploded, the short sword in his hand flew out, and his chest suddenly charred and collapsed. He opened his mouth in horror but did not shout, and the man slowly fell down.

Benleden blinked his fingers in the air, and a wind swung out to wrap the thunder ball, flew to the ceiling and exploded. The powerful thing covered a very small range, and it didn't touch anything or hurt anyone. Another instructor swung his sword while swinging his sword and drifted to the bookshelf on one side of the room. The thunder ball was empty, but it shot to the door of the study. The hard and heavy door shattered a hole the size of a washbasin.

The Pope had three swords in his body. Although he couldn't see the injuries clearly, Ben Leden also knew that the injury was extremely serious. After all, the Pope was a human and not a god. At this time, the broken door of the study would inevitably alarm the outside world. Ben Leden could not care so much, so he shouted: "Sarkozy planned to rebel and assassinate the Pope!" At the same time, he flew up and emitted a dazzling white light in his hand, and was about to launch the final fatal blow. Another mentor Merkel also shone in his hand, and the sword was raised high. If this sword didn't come out, it would have to be fatal.

However, they didn't have time to launch a final attack on the Pope, because while raising the sword, the bookshelf behind Merkel seemed to sway like a phantom, silently flying out a pair of huge silver-shining butterfly wings, slid across Merkel's shoulders, and cut off both arms. Then Merkel's figure was kicked away by someone, bringing out a slight blood in the air.

After Jog was "injured", his cultivation level was probably not comparable to the mentors of the Supreme Knight Training Camp, but everyone's attention was on the Pope, and no one expected that there would be someone else in the study. It was also because Merck was unlucky. Behind him was the exit of the secret passage on the bookshelf. Only the Pope himself and Jog knew about this secret passage in the Pope's private study.

Merkel was cut off and flew out. Benleden had just raised his sword. The sound of fighting came from afar. There were two earth-shaking sounds nearby. Two golden spears, one left and one right, crossed and stabbed him from the outside through the wall. All of this happened almost at the same time!

Benleden also reacted very quickly. The sword immediately turned off the attack and defended. He swept around with a spinning sword light and cut off the pair of spears. Then a sharp whistle sounded from his mouth and flew out of the study door like a gust of wind. A low scream and humming came along the way. It seemed that he was also blocked, but no one could block it.

Benleden ran away and gave up assassination and fled desperately because he saw Yog. While Merkel flew out, the light and shadow of the bookshelf swayed Yog and walked out. The pair of silver butterfly wings spread out on Yog's shoulders. He had a strange finger on his right thumb, looking like an inappropriate angel. As soon as Yog appeared, Benleden was panicked. Instinctively thought that the conspiracy had failed and the plan was lost, and he fell into other people's calculations. When did he not run away?

As soon as Jog appeared, he came to the Pope. At this time, several soldiers with swords rushed into the room. Outside the room, there were golden lights shaking, and guns and swords were everywhere. Some people rushed from all directions like a tide to surround the place. A knight reported: "According to the wishes of the lord, all personnel from all over the Gambides were ordered to be stationed in place, and those who flee without authorization would be taken down... More than a hundred people took advantage of the chaos to attack the Supreme Seminary and the Privy Council of the Holy See, and dozens of people were covered by the cover of Benleden to escape, and more than ten people escaped."

"Call the best pastor in the seminary... His Majesty, how are you?" Yogh only gave this order.

At this time, the Pope coughed gently, and the wavy light curtain enveloped his body gradually dimmed, and he returned to his normal body. There was no blood or wound on his body, but his expression seemed extremely weak. The light flashed in his clear eyes was like a flame that was about to be extinguished.

The Pope was adjusting his breathing, and after a while he spoke, his tone seemed very calm: "Benleden planned to rebel and launched a terrorist attack in Gambides. Now the conspiracy has finally been revealed. I have already ordered the Archbishop of the Cardinal of Yogge to deal with this matter. You have done a good job. I thank you in the name of God and the Holy Church.... Go out, I have something to talk to Yogge alone. I have nothing to do. They cannot hurt me with God. If the priest comes, wait outside the door for now."

People retreated, the broken doors were closed, and some people used magic to separate the inner and outer spaces so that the Pope and Lord Jog could talk privately. Without others, the Pope breathed a sigh of relief and made a series of violent coughs. The wrinkles on his face were tied together like a dry walnut.

Yog walked over and gently stroked the pope's back: "Your Majesty, I know you don't want people to know that you were seriously injured, but can you stand up now?...I'm sorry, I'm late!" He saw that the pope didn't stand up just now and walked out to calm the people's hearts as soon as possible, and knew that the pope was very injured.

The Pope said in a weak voice: "My child, you are here just the right time! You are facing unpredictable and dangerous tests like me, but you have controlled the entire situation, and those rebels are no match for you. Seeing this scene today, I finally feel relieved that I did not cultivate you in vain... Decades ago, like Demprido, I was called the No. 1 magician of the Holy Church. Unfortunately, now, I feel that my body has gradually been rusted by time."
Chapter completed!