Chapter 268 Saint Xue Lun

After resting on the Vatican Holy Mountain for two days, except for Flanders, the other seven cardinal archbishops, all came over to get close to Qin Jian, trying to take out some useful information from his mouth.

The seven archbishops could not understand how could this human, who was of the same clan, but the Siberian lord of the Orc Empire, be treated and welcomed by His Majesty the Pope so warmly?

Could this guy be the Pope's illegitimate son? The seven archbishops thought this uncontrollably. Thinking of this, the bishops' expressions became more and more flattering and humble, and Qin Jian was inexplicably very confused.

After two days of observation and chatting, Qin Jian also truly realized the huge power of the Vatican. This place that has accumulated power for thousands of years is not comparable to that of nouveau riche like Siberia.

The Vatican not only has three dragon knights, which is enough to intimidate any country in the pan-continent, but also hides two swordsman-level figures!

Sword Saint! Fuck me!

As for the characters like the Magician, there are several.

He was jealous, so jealous! In the past two days, Qin Jian, apart from using the depraved breath to pollute the pure air at the holy mountain with the girls, was just thinking about how to poach the corners.

But after thinking about it, it is still inappropriate. Isn’t it obvious that I’m looking for a beating in the Vatican?

Just when Qin Jian was hesitating, Flander came. The old guy was already radiant and energetic after two days of rest.

"Lord, His Majesty the Pope invites you to the prayer stone in the back mountain." When Flander said this, he looked serious.

Qin Jian also fell solemnly, and the few jokes he had prepared were swallowed into his stomach. Finally, he could finally verify with his own eyes whether the words on it were square characters and whether they had anything to do with him!

"Please lead the way, Bishop!" Qin Jian sorted out his clothes and reached out to signal.

"As for the ladies..." Flander paused at the suffocating girl, but did not say the following.

"The ladies also recognize the words above. It's okay for them to see what you can see!" Qin Jian naturally couldn't leave the girls here.

Be prepared for any danger, God knows whether the Vatican will have any plans for it.

Flander nodded and led everyone forward.

Prayer Shi was in the back mountain and encountered fewer and fewer members of the Light Cult along the way. Moreover, Qin Jian could feel that their strength was getting higher and higher. After walking for half an hour, he could no longer see anyone.

From afar, His Majesty the Pope in a black robe and seven Archbishops in a red robe stood there. Seeing Qin Jian and others coming, they nodded together. There was actually a girl standing beside them! A girl who was extremely beautiful and pure!

Even though Qin Jian was extremely dirty, he had a sacred and inviolable illusion for her. She was like a pure snow lotus on a snow mountain, not close to the world and never suffered any pollution.

"Child, how are you resting these days?" His Majesty the Pope still smiled and asked Qin Jian first.

"Okay, eat well, sleep well!" Qin Jian smiled.

"Haha, if you hadn't brought so many beautiful little girls, the bishops and lords even wanted to arrange a few saints to serve you." His Majesty the Pope pointed at the Archbishops in Cardinals.

Damn! The saint candidate? Qin Jian almost fell to the ground, turned around and glanced at the girls, and quickly whispered: "Your Majesty, you can't talk nonsense!"

"God said, just a joke." His Majesty the Pope said with a smile.

"Okay, everyone is all." Flander glanced at everyone and looked at the other seven archbishops. "It's not that His Majesty the Pope and I intend to hide these from you, but that we will not disclose this matter before we confirm the Lord's wishes. But now that the Lord is willing to come here, the miracles can naturally be displayed to you!"

The seven archbishops nodded.

"This is the saint of the Vatican, and this is the Lord Qin Jian, the Siberian lord of the Orc Empire!" Flander introduced the girl to Qin Jian.

"Hello, Lord!" Xue Lun nodded slightly, Qin Jian stammered, and didn't dare to look at her directly.

The lord always felt that the girl's delicate eyes could see through her intestines at first sight, and saw the rotten thoughts and consciousness inside. This feeling made him feel uncomfortable.

"Then what? Are you going to pray to the stone now?" Qin Jian said to him.

"Child, please wait a moment." His Majesty the Pope looked at Qin Jian and said, then looked at Flanders.

The old guy nodded and walked up. The seven archbishops also moved their paces instantly and stood separately, like a distinctly layered stand. The high-pitched but solemn chant sounded in the mouths of the eight archbishops in the middle of the neck, and circles of obvious elemental fluctuations rushed out.

These old guys are not simple in strength! Qin Jian couldn't help but sigh.

The impact of the elements is like a storm of waves, wave after wave, slowly, the scene ahead has a vague feeling, as if the elements hit an invisible wall in front.

The moment the last syllable of the eight archbishops in the red was spit out, the elements suddenly calmed down, and the scene in front of them changed. The back mountain with the original rocks disappeared, but in front of Qin Jian and others was a huge stone with colorful colors.

"It's just a little trick." His Majesty the Pope reached out and stroked the book he had been holding.

A small trick? A barrier that can only be broken by eight cardinal archbishops is actually said to be a small trick! Qin Jian thinks that this pope is also a kind of virtue, and he is a reluctant and seeking to get out of the way.

"Is this the prayer stone?" the girls muttered behind.

If the huge irregular stone had not emitted a colorful light from it, Qin Jian would probably not have believed it. This was actually the most precious thing in the Vatican, a stone that could communicate directly with God!

There is no elemental fluctuation!

But the line of words on the front of the stone shocked Qin Jian and the girls.

The line above is indeed the meaning of Qin Jian in the common word of humans, while the line below is the regular square characters, and the calligraphy is actually pretty good!

"The prayer stone is countless times stronger than the pure gold and mitral. It can be said that there is nothing on the Pan Continent that can leave marks on it!" His Majesty's face also became serious, "There is no explanation for such things on it except miracles! Child, do you understand?"

"There was a magic god on the Holy Mountain who rebelled for the Holy Girl." Flander frowned and said, "I have left the fire-type forbidden spell here once, and even the soil has melted, but only here, there is no damage! This is the secret that the Holy Mountain has never been passed down. Lord, you should know what I mean by telling you this!"

Even the fire-type forbidden spell can't harm the prayer stone, so why do these words appear now?

"Can I... go in and take a look?" Qin Jian looked at the familiar and unfamiliar square words, took a deep breath and said.

His Majesty the Pope nodded.

Walking to the begging stone, Qin Jian stared at the incredible colorful stone, couldn't help but stretch out his big hand and slowly touched the font.

Flander was about to stop him, but saw the pope shook his head gently.

Calling, a faint call came from the stone, a very familiar voice, but Qin Jian could not see and feel who was calling him.

Those words are not engraved on the stone, but seem to be printed inside, under the illumination of colorful light.

As a good opportunity, Qin Jian kept sticking to the prayer stone without any movement, and his breathing slowly became even. Suddenly, Qin Jian shook his body and rushed back several steps. His face turned pale, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

"Have you discovered anything?" Not only His Majesty the Pope and the eight archbishops, even Xuelun, who was as calm as a pool of quiet water, couldn't help but ask.

"No!" Qin Jian shook his head.

"Then... why are you so much?" Didn't you notice what you were jumping? If His Majesty the Pope hadn't relied on his identity, he would have slapped Qin Jian.

"It's strange! I feel that my soul was almost sucked in." Qin Jian was still scared when he thought about it now. The kind call made him unable to help but let his consciousness follow him, and he quickly retreated when he found something wrong.

Only Qin Jian himself knew how powerful he was now, but he almost started to tell.

"What should I do?" Archbishop Flander looked at His Majesty the Pope. The ideal state was that Qin Jian could find some clues as soon as he arrived here, but now it was useless.

"Pray, let the great God of Light explain all this!" The pope turned to look at Xuelun, and the calm girl nodded with a smile.
Chapter completed!