PS: The second update today is about 40 words of moisture, but it just came to an end and threw it up.
PS: Recommend the next day, continue to roll around and be cute and disheveled, please collect it!
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Under the leadership of Abel, the light armed priest was flying under the night.
An explosion occurred in the distance. Before the pedestrians on the road could figure out what had happened, they saw dozens of figures wearing black robes leaping on the roofs on both sides of the street, one after another, running continuously, and rolling the robe.
, several vertical jumps have disappeared into the distance.
Each member is of high level, which makes the movement speed of this elite unit reach an incredible level. As the commander of the team at this time, Abel took the lead. Soon, the duke appeared in his sight.
The shadow of the spire of the palace.
"Father Abel." At this moment, a person suddenly appeared on a roof in front of the entire team. Except for Abel, no one saw how she moved there, and what was even more amazing was
, She also carried a huge black prismatic coffin on her back, which seemed to be very hindering from action-
Holding a long-handled steel shovel, the woman's whole body was wrapped in a black robe. The lower half of her face was covered with black gauze, and only a pair of beautiful gray eyes were exposed.
"A Beefkeeper..." Obviously, Abel recognized the identity of the person. The elite and gravekeeper troops of the Dark Monastery were mostly orphans adopted by the Monastery, and their strength was usually above the middle level.
, but it is obvious that the woman in front of her has at least the initial level of truth.
"Father." Perhaps because of gauze, the tomb guard's voice seemed muffled: "Miss Ailance has been waiting for a long time."
"Sorry, we were a little farther away from the Duke's Mansion, and delayed a little." Abel said. Among the three troops, the Thirteenth Division's footprint was the farthest from the Duke's Mansion.
The tomb guardian did not reply. She nodded to Abel, then turned around and jumped up at a very fast speed, but when it appeared, the speed of moving like the wind and quiet like a virgin had already slowed down.
"Follow her." Abel understood the gravekeeper's meaning. He ordered the armed priest behind him, and the group followed him.
The group moved a few hundred meters under the moonlight. The tomb guardian suddenly jumped off the roof and turned into a dark alley.
Dozens of armed identities in black robes fell into the alley. Abel saw that in the shadows under the eaves of the alley, members of the Cultivate had already sat scattered all over the floor.
Looking at the people's dress without uniformity and the various weapons and equipment in their hands, the silver-haired priest thought.
He remembered a rumor: Among the three major factions of the Holy See, the Dark Cultivation Society is not so much an organization, but rather a gathering of Avengers, except for a few black saints such as the Gravekeepers and the Battle Priest Brigade
Outside the troops directly under the army, most of the remaining people are scattered soldiers gathered due to hatred and murderous intent. However, if we talk about the average combat effectiveness of individual soldiers, these tragic people who fight in the dark all day long are likely to be
The strongest of the three major organizations.
After jumping off the roof, the gravekeeper stood behind a nun in black robe. In front of Abel, who was 1.9 meters tall, the gravekeeper was about 1.7 meters tall, but the one in front of her was not considered tall.
A nun is even more petite.
"Miss Irans." However, when he saw this nun, Abel bowed his head and greeted her. Abel was just a dispatched priest from the secret service. Facing Abel, who was on par with Andrewson, he
But he is shorter in his position.
"Have you arrived?" Compared to the silence at the negotiating table, after standing up, the small nun couldn't help but feel weak, and her beautiful voice sounded even more unique at this time.
, “Where is Father Andrewson?”
"It's actually like this, Father he..." Time is tight, and Abel briefly explained his views with Andrewson.
"Hmph... Ian Ian..." Elans snorted coldly, "It was obviously a plan proposed by your thirteen departments, but in the end we want to face Feldnan alone?"
"That..." Abel's smile on his face was a little stiff, "Miss Alans, you seem to have forgotten us..."
Behind him, dozens of armed priests dressed in black robe nodded violently.
"Hmm? Is there?" However, Elans' tone was still bad. "If Andrewson was present, I would work with him to hold Feldnan tightly, but at least it would be a little bit possible.
, As for you-"
Alans looked up and down at the silver-haired priest, and looked at the rather unconscious gentle smile on Abel's face, and suddenly felt helpless. This guy who knew it was very unreliable at first glance was better than to have Granxue (the tomb guardian girl).
) Join forces.
"——Organ." In the end, Ailan concluded without any mercy.
However, with this inconspicuous smile and harmless smile, Abel comforted her easily: "Miss Alans, don't worry, you only need to deal with others, as for Feld
Nan, let me leave it."
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For a moment, everyone who heard this shameless saying was stunned.
They heard it right just now, right?
Even the priest who was in front of him, who was gentle and gentle, seemed to not even dare to kill a chicken, and had a look of academic (monatic) style. What did he just say? Feldnan gave it to him?!
Are you kidding me!
Alans was suddenly a little angry about the priest's inability to realize it, but she suddenly moved her heart and remembered a very popular rumor in the Holy City... No, even in the entire Holy City...
Monsters kept in captivity in the Pope Hall.
The thoughts in my heart changed a lot in an instant. When I looked at the pair of gentle blue eyes again, Ailance nodded: "I understand, since that's the case, then let's go. Leave the frontal attack to us,
After breaking through the city wall, you go and block Feldnan, and we take the opportunity to find his blood relatives and kill them all. Is there any problem?"
Listening to Alan's words without hesitation and murderous intent, Abel's eyes were a little sad: "Miss Alans, the task of rescuing Lamberts and Sister Kate, I can ask you to the Secretariat of the Secretariat.
Is it?"
Seeing Elans nodding, Abel seemed to suddenly put down a burden.
He sighed: "If this happens, I will also hand over the task of attacking the city wall."