If it hadn't been for the temporary delay, the middle-aged man in white would have appeared long ago. He wanted to know if Abdou would disappoint him this time and whether he had caught that Chinese woman.
When he first arrived here, he felt the faint but potentially powerful fluctuation in Shu Zining's body.
Finally, he was satisfied with the Pope and was about to give him some rewards. Who knew that when he found the Pope, he happened to find him attacked Best and swallowed him with very evil means.
Middle-aged people can feel the pope's ambition and even more of his hatred for himself. Now that he has this method of cultivation in his hands, coupled with the distortion in his heart, he can do anything.
Middle-aged people are not fools, so they will not leave any trouble for themselves. Besides, the person they want has been found now, and the pope is useless. Killing him will not affect the continuation of the Holy See. It is only necessary to support a new pope again.
"You really want to kill me?"
"Hmph! You are so determined to kill me, but now you don't have the strength, and if you swallow it, it will be a threat to me. Do you think I will be honored that a potential threat exists?" the middle-aged man snorted coldly.
The pope gritted his teeth. At this time, he regretted that he shouldn't have lost his mind, regretted that he shouldn't have talked nonsense with Alger, and regretted that he should find a secret place to kill Best.
However, these are his unilateral thoughts, which only means that he is not lucky. It just so happened that this middle-aged man in white found here today. With the strength of the middle-aged man in white, he could detect his existence no matter where he hid.
This is really a matter of luck. If he had discovered the parchment one day earlier and discovered the secret cultivation method above, perhaps nothing would have happened today. He might have swallowed all his subordinates in one day and be able to increase his strength by several levels.
However, this man's calculation is not as good as the heaven's calculation. The road to peace is right in front of him, but he finds that he will never be able to embark on that road. At this time, the Pope felt both regretful and depressed.
What he thought most about now was how to escape and how to escape from this man. If he escaped successfully this time, the next time he appeared, he would not be afraid of him, but this middle-aged man full of hatred.
"Don't struggle, you can't escape, you can solve it yourself. I don't want to dirty my hands." The middle-aged man said coldly.
"I don't want to die! I'll ask you to give me a chance."
"impossible!"
The Pope's heart was extremely cold, but at this time the gap in strength forced him to bow his head.
Mu Feng turned the lighter in his hand, watching this scene interestingly, then slammed the lighter, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and walked out slowly.
He had already heard some of the words of the middle-aged man in white just now, but he was afraid that this person would appear before they touched it, and he had discovered the old Pope, a long time ago. When he saw the whole process of Best being killed, Mu Feng and Alger found it when they heard the screams.
So, Mu Feng was sure that he and Aljie came here to alarm the middle-aged man in white, but the other party did not make any statement.
First, I feel that this person's strength should be stronger than Domeng, and second, I feel that this person's strength should be comparable to that of the dead Susano.
The pope also heard the lighter and immediately turned his head. When he saw Mu Feng's familiar and unfamiliar eastern hole, he suddenly felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw in his heart.
"Mr. Mufeng, it's him, this person who made me catch you." The Pope retreated to Mufeng's side and pointed at the middle-aged man in white.
He wished Mu Feng and the middle-aged man in white could fight, so he could escape in the chaos. As long as he could escape today, everything would change.
Of course, he was not wrong, and it was indeed the order of the middle-aged man in white.
"Mr. Mu Feng, do you know? The lady named Shu has a very special physique. They want to get this physique and turn her into a killer." Seeing that Mu Feng was smoking and not speaking, the Pope spoke again, thinking about continuing to provoke the relationship between Mu Feng and the middle-aged man in white, and try to make the flame burn.
Mu Feng glanced at the Pope, took another breath of cigarette, threw away the cigarette butt before staring at the middle-aged man opposite, "He said it was your idea to capture my woman?"
"Yes, it's my idea."
Mu Feng smiled and suddenly locked the pope's neck, "I want me to fight him, and then you take the opportunity to escape. Sorry, I won't be fooled. The matter between us will be resolved when you die."
After saying that, Mu Feng threw the Pope at the feet of the middle-aged man in white and said, "Leave it to you."
The middle-aged man in white frowned and looked at the pope, slowly raised his hand, and shaved it into a hand knife, and a force instantly condensed, "Abtdo, everything is something you asked for."
"Shet! It's not that easy to kill me!" The Pope suddenly threw something out to attract the attention of the middle-aged man in white, and then quickly took out two things, one of which was a crown woven by thorns, and was holding a yellow cup in his hand.
Mu Feng recognized it. The cup should be the legendary holy grail, and the crown should be the crown of thorns. These two things are holy tools in the Holy See culture. Unexpectedly, they are all in the hands of this old man.
"I admit that you are very strong. The power of the crown of thorns can enhance my defense, but the Holy Grail can enhance my attack. There are two things, and I may not be your opponent." The Pope found the momentum just now.
This time, the middle-aged man in white did not talk nonsense to him, and let go when he said that, and soon the two of them started fighting.
Mu Feng and Alger gathered together to watch the fun.
"fine."
"It's okay, a little bit of a wound." Alger smiled, "Ha! That old guy has become stronger with two holy weapons."
"It's useless, he can't hold on for fifty moves."
At the beginning of the fight, the dozens of masters of the Paladin Army and the monks were alarmed. When they rushed here, they found that the pope was fighting with a strange middle-aged man, and the other side was the acquaintance they knew, Alger, and an oriental man.
Among the more than thirty people, only a few knew Mu Feng, and most of them knew Alger. Therefore, when he saw him appear here, his first reaction was to surround him.
"Arje, you still dare to come here."
After looking at Mu Feng, Alger wanted to laugh very much, but he finally held it back. Several white-clothed priests were eager to try, "I'm very curious, why don't I dare to come."
"You are a traitor to the Holy See. You stole the holy weapon and dared to come here to seek death."
Suddenly, Alger's face turned cold, "Who told me that I was a traitor, and who told you that I stole the holy weapon?"
Before the other party could speak, Alger pointed at the pope who resisted the attack of the middle-aged man in white, "Is that old man?"
"Bold, Alger, you dare to say another word insult to His Majesty the Pope, don't blame us for being polite."
Upon hearing this, Alger was even more angry, "Fake, your whole family, when will you be polite? Come, come when you have sex, come, a group of fools who are foolish when they are fooled."
"You..." One person was about to speak, but was pulled by another person. He shook his head at him, and then looked at Alger, "What do you mean? What do you mean? What do you mean?"
Alger snorted, pointed at the middle-aged man in white and said, "Do you want to know who that person is?"
"He is the messenger of God, and your respected Pope is now fighting with the messenger of God, and wants to kill you and kill you."
"You are lying!"
"impossible!"
"If you believe it or not, please let me know." Alger stopped talking nonsense.
Boom!
The top of the church was destroyed, the pope fell from above, the crown of thorns on his head disappeared, the Holy Grail in his hand also changed shape, but the middle-aged man was safe and sound.
With the defense and power blessing of these two holy weapons, the Pope believed that even if he couldn't win, he would at least have a chance to escape, but he did not expect that he would not have any chance to escape during the fight, and he was defeated in such a short time.
"Who are you?" This person is too strong and will never be an ordinary person.
Three pairs of light wings suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged man in white. They were three pairs, and everyone in the Holy See knew what the three pairs meant.
"My name is Raphael."
Raphael!
That was one of the four great angels recorded in the Holy See. I didn’t expect that this middle-aged man was him, the legendary man.
Although the Pope was not dead at this time, he had the desire to die. He threatened to kill this person. Why?
The four great angels under the seat of Jehovah are only one line weaker than him. Raphael's strength may not be as strong as the defector Lucifer, but for the Pope, the scumbag, he could only look up to him. He never dreamed that the person who often scolded him was such a powerful person.
Alger was also stunned. No wonder this man was so strong. He approached Mu Feng, "This man is very strong and difficult to deal with. Master, you may not be his opponent."
Mu Feng's expression was solemn, but he quickly opened his eyebrows. This time he came here was not just for the sake of arguing or making a move, and it was all accidental to encounter this.
Since Raphael has more identity, Mu Feng is more hopeful about Shu Zining's future combat effectiveness.
This fight needs to be beaten, and it has to be beaten with great pleasure.
The group of white-clothed priests and monks stopped talking. The three pairs of light wings behind Raphael are not fake. They don’t know why the pope fought an angel, but there is no need to think about it now. It must be the reason for this old thing.
"Do you still have to struggle?" Raphael said in a deep voice.
The pope got up from the ground, his old face slapped violently, and suddenly laughed loudly, "Angel? Hahaha, don't think I don't know, don't forget that I also come from that world. You are all a group of villains who deceive the world and steal the reputation."
"You are looking for death!" Raphael's figure shook, turned into a white light, piercing through the pope's body. After stopping, he appeared again and said, "Since we are from the same place, you shouldn't do this, let alone be stupid."
Mu Feng looked at this scene with fun, it was very interesting. Dog bites dogs, angels? They were originally a group of people who deceived the world and thieves.
The Pope was frozen there like that, and finally turned into a pile of debris.
Looking at the fragments on the ground, Mu Feng's heart trembled. This method of killing people is really not simple.