Although all the old men with white beards were wearing crutches, they were trembling slightly when they walked. They were almost likely to burp in the next moment. They were definitely within a three-foot radius of the street. No one dared to come close, because they were afraid that the old man would suddenly collapse and someone would accuse him of hitting him.
No matter in terms of physique or physical strength, these old men should have reached their ultimate stage, but when they pick up crutches to beat people and engage in team battles, they are still extremely brave. They charge into battle and are invincible.
Lorraine looked at it and couldn't help but secretly sweat. These old guys are like old gingers and garlic. They are getting stronger with age and their tempers are getting louder and louder. If there is a little trouble, they will copy them. Working together doesn't look like an elderly person at all.
Moreover, their attacks were vicious and dark, their movements were erratic, and their attacks were cunning. They were not only physical attacks, but also verbal attacks, and some even used spitting to attack from a distance.
This made Lorraine feel very emotional. The Vatican trains people.
But think about it on the other hand, these old guys are now in charge of one side and have countless subordinates. They have all been ruthless characters who have beheaded people and been beheaded by others. The lowest level is also the level of the leader of the underworld. They are in charge of one side and have the fewest subordinates. A big shot in charge of two bar streets.
For example, the famous mafia murders, sets fires, blocks roads and robs, does everything, and does bad things. But in front of these big bosses, they are still as small as an ant.
Why are the bosses of the mafia called godfathers or dons?
Didn’t you just learn from these awesome idols and superstars~!
What's more, as a red archbishop, a qualified senior executive of the Holy See, the leader of a powerful party, and the dignified helmsman of the Illuminati Sect.
Although in terms of force value, they are obviously not as good as the four great guardian Dharma kings of the Ming Sect: the purple-shirted dragon king, the white-browed eagle king, the golden-haired lion king, and the green-winged bat king, but if they are not fighting, they are just reciting poems. , memorizing the holy scriptures. This is too embarrassing.
Not only were they losing their own people, but all the people in the Holy See were also being lost.
How did the Holy See's territory come about? It was snatched away~!
How did the Holy See expand its power? It was achieved through fighting~!
How did these cardinals get their positions? They were killed~!
At this time, the battle in the field became more and more intense, with ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong, and the voices of the old men shouting and ouch.
An old man with a white beard waved the staff in his hand and used the 108 styles of Bodhidharma's staff. He pointed to the east and west, pointed to the north and pointed to the north. What he held was unpredictable.
A group of people nearby were knocked over three or four times before they could take precautions.
The rest of the people reacted and shouted angrily.
"Okay, let's use weapons."
"Foul, foul~!"
"Severely crack down on cheaters~!" Lorraine shouted while joining in the fun, "Network administrator, do you care? Block Ya's account~!"
Amidst the shouting, the party that was attacked quickly woke up from the panic and stabilized the formation.
Four or five old men began to copy the guy and prepared to attack.
"Brothers, cover me, I will fight him~!"
"Let me come, I have long disliked that grandson..."
"..."
"Wow yeah yeah..."
Just as everyone was arguing, with the shouting sound, another old man with a white beard rushed forward holding a tea cup and joined the battle group without hesitation.
The old man using Bodhidharma's staff looked at it, and he didn't dare to be lazy at that moment. He hurriedly stretched out his hand and waved it. Immediately, a shadow of the staff appeared and danced in a weather-proof way. No one or animal came close to him within three feet.
Not even a fly can fly over.
No matter how powerful this teacup concealed weapon is, it cannot penetrate this iron barrel-like defense~!
But the old man holding the tea cup stopped outside the circle, and then poured the tea cup at him.
I saw a water arrow flying out, and it was still carrying heat.
The old man wielding the staff was busy with the concealment weapon. He never thought that the other party would use such a trick of raining pear blossoms. At that moment, he couldn't dodge and was splashed by the hot tea. He was so hot that he jumped around on the spot and couldn't stop.
Wow scream.
At this time, the old man holding the tea cup clasped his hands behind his back, turned back calmly, and introduced to his comrades with a showy face: "Did you see it? Did you see it? To deal with this kind of high defense, you have to
Use this trick.
I think back then, when I led my people to suppress the riots of the Modong Knights, I used this hand to beat those turtles in iron shells and lose their armor, and they were reduced to shit..."
As soon as he said this, he saw an annoyed person on the opposite side jump forward, then raised the scepter in his hand and stabbed him in the back. Moreover, the angle of this person's attack was more tricky, and he used
Go down the third road.
The painful red archbishop immediately let out a shrill scream and jumped up holding his buttocks.
"Ah~!"
He turned around with difficulty and looked at the other party. He couldn't help but get furious at the moment and said: "Grandma, Kandel, your grandson, you dare to sneak attack on me. I will fight with you..."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw the teacup in his hand.
The man opposite immediately raised the scepter in his hand, and the tea cup immediately hit the scepter with a crisp sound, shattering upon impact, and countless debris bursting out.
Kandel sneered and didn't speak yet.
At this time, the archbishop had already jumped over and waved his left hand. It was a feint to attract the opponent's attention. He had already raised his right hand and punched like the wind, hitting Kandel's left eye hard.
.
Kandel screamed immediately, then covered his left eye with both hands and lost the battle.
The archbishop was indeed experienced in many battles. Although Kandel retreated quickly, he still seized the opportunity and kicked Kandel's fat ass a few more times.
At this time, the large troops saw something was wrong and rushed forward again, covering Kandel's retreat.
The archbishop didn't care much about himself. When he saw that there were many people on the other side, he immediately stepped back and picked up a teacup from the table next to him. While he was leisurely drinking it, he slowly sipped it while looking at him with sharp eyes.
Scan each other.
Lorraine saw it and couldn't help but secretly praise: This old guy is really awesome~!
He gently asked Hilmeria: "What's the old guy's name?"
It's just that although his voice is low, the old man's hearing is pretty good.
He turned his head, grinned at Lorraine, and said, "Listen up, my name is Donald."
Lorraine was even more impressed at the moment, and thought to himself: No wonder he is so good at using hidden weapons, it turns out he is from the Tang Sect~!
Lorraine cupped her hands at him and said, "I have admired you for a long time, I admire you."
Donald waved his hands modestly and said: "There, there, it's trivial, I've knocked down even more powerful people than this."
At this time, Obachm really couldn't stand it anymore. He banged the wooden hammer in his hand and shouted loudly: "Order, order. If anyone fights again, I will ban you!"
Uh... Bah, bah, bah. If anyone fights again, I will disqualify him from today's meeting~!"
After he finished speaking, he glared at Lorraine fiercely and cursed in his heart: It was this bastard boy who was making noise nearby and almost got me into trouble~! Why are you joining in the fun of the internal meeting of the Holy See? No,
Look, your son-in-law, St. Paul, has kicked your kid out a long time ago.
Everyone who plays games knows, ‘The world is huge, but the network management is the biggest~!’
Everyone also knows: 'No matter how awesome the artifact is, it is not worth a word from the Internet administrator~!'
You have reached the full level with great difficulty, and you have worked hard to save hundreds of millions of gold. You are planning to go out to burn buns and talk to a pretty girl about ideals and philosophies of life. But the network administrator said:
If you say that, your account has been blocked. If you don’t cry to death, you already have a good psychological quality.
And at this kind of meeting to elect the next pope, Obachum, who is the Grand Protector of this gang organization of the Holy See, is the only network administrator.
After listening to Obachm's serious warning, all the big guys immediately calmed down. They stared at each other and cursed, 'Mom, wait a minute~!'
Then, he returned to his original position in frustration, shook his clothes, straightened his hair, put on a look of concern for the country and the people, and continued the meeting.
Lorraine couldn't help but sigh after seeing it. This meeting was no less than those in the parliamentary battlefields, or even worse.
Obachm looked at the people present coldly, and saw that everyone was sitting back quietly. No one dared to stab him in front of him, and let him ban him. At that moment, he snorted coldly.
There was a sound.
He lowered his head and looked at the agenda in front of him, and then said: "Candidate No. 17, Archbishop Wesley, do you have anything else to add?"
"Cardinal Wesley? Wesley..." He asked three times in a row, but no one answered.
Lorraine looked up and found that Archbishop Wesley had been beaten by someone, and his big face was so swollen that it looked like a pig's head.
Although he still tried to open his mouth and say something, his eyes were swollen purple and he couldn't even see the road clearly, let alone walk to the podium to speak.
Lorraine couldn't help but thought to herself: What a shame~! It's already good that he can still breathe.
At this time, someone next to him couldn't stand it, so he immediately pulled him out of the room and treated his injuries.
In order to prevent anyone from bullying others or causing trouble, a forbidden magic spell was cast in this small church. This is why these red archbishops with powerful holy power gave up their promising career as nannies and engaged in close combat.
The reason for gambling.
If this cannot be done without using magic, everyone's shields should be fully open and output with all their strength. By then, it would be easy to fight for three to five days. And it is inevitable that there will be casualties in the end.
Although these old men all have a short time to live, it doesn't matter even if they die. But this small church cannot withstand the impact of so many powerful spells.
This chapel was designed and built by Michelangelo, the greatest architect and artist in the world. It is a priceless treasure in the history of human art.
And once outsiders know, there is a civil fight first, and then a physical fight. Opening your mouth is to kill someone's household registration book, or to greet the women in other people's families. This is a very obscene and violent way for everyone to elect the pope.
At that time, the glorious image of unity and unity that the Holy See had finally built up would suddenly collapse.
Obachum watched Archbishop Wesley walk out, then knocked on the wooden hammer again, and said loudly and expressionlessly: "Archbishop Wesley has now given up the first round of speeches. Now I invite the candidate No. 18,
Bishop Elliott delivers campaign speech."
Then Lorraine saw a tall and thin cardinal trembling and squeezing forward from behind the crowd.
He looks tall and thin, with little flesh on his body, and is only supported by a skeleton. If he stands next to the skeleton warrior, the lowest level of the undead, he looks more like a skeleton.
If you meet him in the middle of the night, no matter who you are, they will first regard him as an undead soul and chop him to death with a knife. And the judge will not impose a sentence~!
He used a cane, walked tremblingly, coughed, and said: "Let...let...let me go, let me go...let me go..."
Lorraine looked at his appearance and was very suspicious. Would this old guy fall down and break the parts? Why would he run for the Pope at such an old age? He was not afraid of dying during the election.
Now? As it is, whether I can walk to the podium is still a question.
Lorraine turned back, glanced at Hilmeria, and then said: "How many candidates are there in total?"
"It's not too much..." Hilmeria smiled playfully, stretched out her hand and gently scratched the small church, and scratched all the black heads in, and then said: "That's it.
of the house.”
Lorraine hesitated for a moment, then said: "All the people in this room?"
Hilmeria smiled and said: "Of course. No one who can reach the current position is a simple person. They all broke their heads and robbed them. Things like modesty and politeness, these are all cheated by them.
Others are just playing. But I am very knowledgeable.
They would never do such a stupid thing as giving away the duck they got~!
So, no matter whether it works or not, everyone always has to give it a try. Those herbivores that don’t even dare to try would have been eaten to their bones long ago in this world of the jungle and the strong.”
Lorraine heard the ridicule in her tone and couldn't help but raise her head to look at her. She saw infinite determination in her beautiful eyes like stars in the night sky. It was obvious that this daughter of the gods had already made up her mind.
I have made up my mind to take the position of Pope in my own hands.
At this time, Cardinal Eliot was seen standing on the podium and began to speak out of breath.
“Since 1819, under the leadership of the great Servant of All, Saint Paul XIII, we have achieved a series of glorious and great achievements.
Our believers have grown to 100%, completely covering the entire continent..."
The old man spoke slowly and verbosely. Lorraine listened to his words and felt drowsy at the moment. He originally wanted to wait to watch another martial arts show, but found that everyone present was also drowsy.
appearance.
It's no wonder that they are all old people. They have just gone through a physically exhausting fight, so they should take this opportunity to take a rest and wait for the skills to cool down. After they recover, they will have the strength to continue fighting later.
However, Lorraine made a very vicious estimate: the archbishop was probably old, and all the old guys who had enmity with him were all dead. So no one jumped out to challenge him anymore.
Moreover, what he said were all official clichés. If he jumped out to find fault at this time, he would be looking for fault with the Holy See official.
Normally, the princes in these places would not mind causing them some trouble, but now is the election period, and no one will find it uncomfortable at this time.
While Lorraine listened, she couldn't help but yawned twice.
He hesitated for a moment, then leaned to the side, then lay down, resting his pillow on Hilmeria's plump and soft thighs.
Hilmeria's beautiful eyes widened in surprise and said: "You...what are you doing?"
Lorraine raised his head and glared at her, saying, "What else can I do? Go to sleep~! Call me when there is some excitement."
After saying that, he rested his head on her thigh and rubbed it hard twice, feeling the amazing softness and elasticity coming from the thin fabric with a happy face.
Hilmeria looked at it and couldn't help but feel ashamed, hateful, and helpless. She raised her hand and wanted to pat him, but when it fell, she sighed softly and changed the patting to caressing. She used her delicate
Her soft, spring-onion-like fingers gently touched Lorraine.
Unknowingly, a faint smile appeared on those bright red lips.
Under the light touch of her slender fingers, Lorraine's comfortable soul almost flew away, and she suddenly fell into a deep sleep.
I don’t know how long it took, but Lorraine woke up and found that there was no one on the podium. There were also not many people in the small church, so the meeting had obviously ended.
Only Obachm stood not far away, looking at him with a half-smile.
Lorraine couldn't help but blush, and then stood up hurriedly.
He rubbed his eyes and said, "Sorry, I fell asleep all of a sudden."
But Obachm also smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I just woke up."
Lorraine hesitated for a moment, then asked without saying anything: "By the way, where is Archbishop Eliot?"
At this time, Hilmeria rubbed her legs that were numb under Lorraine's pillow, stood up, and said angrily: "Archbishop Eliot has left long ago. After him, two more bishops came to the stage to give speeches,
You were sleeping like a pig, so I didn't call you."
Lorraine couldn't help but sweat a little when she looked at her charming face, which was slightly angry.
Obachum stretched himself and said, "Okay, today's work is over. Let's go."
Lorraine turned her head and looked out the window, seeing that although the sun was setting in the west, it was still high in the sky, and it was only about four o'clock at most.
It's summer at this time, and the sun is still a little bit poisonous at four o'clock. In many places, we have just gone to work at this time.
Lord Luo originally thought that when he was working as a public servant of the people of Nai'an in the Governor's Mansion, he was living and drinking, often skipping classes, arriving late and leaving early, only getting paid, not working, and leaving all the work to Catherine and Adele.
I spend much more time in the Flying Eagle Group than in the Governor's Office every day.
This is already a mess and a corrupt one, but I didn’t expect that the Holy See would go even further~!
It was only a few o'clock, and they were openly skipping work. These guys actually couldn't even work nine to five, and only worked four hours a day.
And it is still on such an important matter as the papal election. In normal times, these guys don’t know how long it will take to get started~!
Obachm looked at Lorraine's eyes, immediately shrugged, and said: "Lorraine, why do you think so many people want to go to the Holy See to break their heads? I really think that everyone is dedicated to God and spreading the God of Light.
Blessing?
It’s not because of the high wages and benefits here.
Two days off a week, fourteen months' salary every year, paid holidays, cooling fee in summer, heating fee in winter, bus service, living in public housing, and a secretary to work...
Wait a minute, without this benefit, who would do it~!"
Obachm smiled proudly and said: "Learn a little bit, kid. Don't think that you can conquer the world just by knowing those three axes.
You must know that when you are officials, you still work for His Majesty the Emperor, and he is in charge of it. If you do not do well, you will be dismissed from office and beheaded, but we are working for the God of Light. No one can control us. Of course.
You can come wherever you want."
Lorraine sighed. He had never enjoyed the treatment in his previous life. The Vatican has been practicing it for thousands of years, so he could only accept it. He said: "I admire it, I admire it~~"
He saw that Obachm had already reached the door, and hurriedly took a few steps to follow him, and then said: "By the way, when will you arrange Hilmeliya's campaign speech?"
Obachm smiled and said: "Don't worry. Since Hilmeliya has the least qualifications, and our Holy See likes to rank people based on seniority, I scheduled her campaign speech to be the last one.
In this way, as the last person, her speech will attract others' attention and deepen their impression.
Secondly, you can also calmly bribe those who seem to have no hope and get their votes, right?"
Lorraine couldn't help but sweat. He carried out these things very secretly. But he didn't expect that Obachm would also notice it.
He paused, then corrected: "We, we can bribe them calmly."
Obachm smiled and said: "Don't tell me this kind of thing, I am the chairman of the meeting. It seems like vote buying or unfair competition. I don't know any of these things."
With that said, he walked away with his hands behind his back.
Lorraine looked at his back and couldn't help cursing secretly: This damn old cunning guy~!
The campaign meeting was long and slow, and one or two civil wars broke out from time to time. The fighting was not easy, but under the chairmanship of Obachm, it was carried out in an orderly manner.
A few days later, it was finally Hilmeria's turn to take the stage.
She stood on the podium, glanced at the people sitting, and then said: "Gentlemen..."