Shocked by the news that Gonzalez had torn up the centuries-old agreement and was about to arrive, Renne, Lao Goat and Leon no longer had the interest to continue having fun.
Ren and the old goat were relatively calm. After all, there was someone tall enough to hold them up if the sky fell, but Leon's face turned a little pale.
"I'm sorry, I have to go home immediately. Please feel free to do whatever you want. I have already paid the bill." Leon said with a guilty look on his face.
He was a little absent-minded and took the initiative to say goodbye to the two of them.
The old goat patted his shoulder. He knew what Leon was worried about and comforted him:
"Don't worry, kid. Even if he takes action, Gonzalez will choose Carl instead of your grandfather Wade. Besides, this is Falorland. There are many masters in Melova City, and it's not the Templars' turn to succeed.
prestige!"
Gonzalez's illegal entry into the country will almost certainly lead to conflict with the extraordinary beings in the kingdom, and a battle is likely to break out.
And the one who is qualified to face Gonzalez must be the Saint!
In case Director Carl had not arrived, it was likely that the two saints, Lucy Wilson or Wade Fenocache, would take action.
Leon was slightly relieved when he heard this. Seeing how nervous he was, Ren touched his chin and asked tentatively:
"Leon, you don't seem to have confidence in your grandfather?"
"Horn of Dawn" Wade is a veteran saint with the profession of [Iron Wall Warrior]. He has lived for nearly 300 years and has been a saint for more than 200 years. He is not weak among saints and is especially good at defense.
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Gonzalez is only 91 years old and has only been promoted to the sanctuary for more than 40 years.
"Ten years ago, my grandfather could still hold off Gonzalez and at least remain undefeated. But now I'm afraid he can't."
Leon did not hide anything and frankly admitted that his grandfather was defeated by Gonzalez.
Five years ago, Gonzalez defeated Prince Milo and became truly famous. His teacher Richard, who succeeded him, secured his position as the head of the Knights Templar.
This also shows that his strength has improved rapidly.
Renne and the old goat looked at each other. Although they guessed that Wade might not be able to beat Gonzalez, Leon's straightforward admission still shocked them.
If Wade can't beat him, then Lucy has no hope.
"Queen of Dream Talk" Lucy has the profession of [Singer], which is a very strange and extraordinary profession with its own sharpness, but singers are not good at frontal combat.
Lucy Wilson will only be able to become a saint for a hundred years and will not be stronger than Wade. She may not be able to defeat Gonzalez.
"As expected of the Knights Templar, none of the past leaders has been easy to compare with." Renn couldn't help but admire.
The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach.
Gonzalez perfectly explained what it means for those who come late to take the lead. For ordinary people, 91 is an old age and may be buried at any time, but among saints, it is a very young age and has not yet completed one-fifth of his life.
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The old goat added seriously:
"That's right, after all, the leader of the Holy Stick Group is the signature of the Church of Light, and the first leader was Louis, the God of Storm War.
If the newcomers are not amazingly talented and beautiful, they will not be able to hold their position!"
Although he doesn't like the domineering Church of Light, he also admits that the overall strength of the church is extremely powerful.
The comprehensive national strength of the Saint Joan Empire is one of the best among the countries in the entire Saigon Continent, and the Church of Light is also the undisputed number one religion on the continent.
All the other messy religions put together are not enough for the Gods of the Church of Light to defeat with one hand.
Just so irritable.
With the combination of politics and religion, coupled with widespread fanatical beliefs, you can imagine what kind of behemoth the Saint Joan Empire was.
The extraordinary people on the dance floor also started talking.
"What should we do, welcome or drive them away?"
Some people have a pessimistic attitude and lack of self-confidence: "I think Lucy and Wade are probably no match for the magicians."
"Huh, he'll come as soon as he comes. At worst, we'll go together. I want to see if he's just a name for himself!" A certain middle-aged man was very excited and wanted to kill Gonzalez immediately.
"Isn't it bad to fight in a group? There are only two of us, Gonzalez and Michelle."
"The butcher will not let him go. He is looking for death!"
Everyone had different reactions, but most of them looked serious, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. One can imagine how much pressure Gonzalez put on them.
Even if he only brought the "Holy White Sword" Michelle with him.
Listening to everyone's discussion and feeling the somewhat depressing atmosphere around him, Ren narrowed his eyes.
It's amazing, just one person can have such a deterrent effect.
He looked at the old goat and Leon, who had a gloomy expression, and asked slightly curiously: "Do you think Director Carl or Gonzalez is stronger or weaker?"
The old goat chuckled and said unceremoniously:
"Anyway, I vote for the butcher. The director will definitely be able to smash the head of the magic stick leader!"
As a Farollanian, of course he supported Karl.
Calco is far more notorious than the two saints Wade and Lucy.
Countless demons, necromancers and other fallen extraordinary beings who try to disturb the security of the kingdom, or shady underground dark organizations are unwilling to mention this person.
Renn also remembered that the elders of the indigenous Kangao people on the Pugni Plain would tremble when they heard the name of Karl, the "Infernal Butcher".
Back then, the Kangao people tried to go out independently and dominate the plains. Karl and his people almost bloodbathed the entire Kangao people.
"There is no accident. We will find out in three days." Leon touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and formally bid farewell to the two of them, "I have to go back first, you can continue to play."
He was still not at ease, so he hurried down the stairs and rushed towards the family mansion.
Upon seeing this, Ren picked up the dinner box prepared for King Da Mao. He had no desire to stay any longer and was ready to go home.
The old goat stopped him quickly and asked:
"Hey, why don't you continue to play? There are also unscrupulous girls here who provide special services. They eat, drink and sleep with you. Aren't you going to give it a try?"
"Haha, I don't care!" Renn smiled disdainfully.
The old goat blinked, the smile on his face became more and more obscene, and he said with a strange smile:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hey, are you picky about food? House flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers, a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a steal... you know."
Renn sneered, looking at the sanctimonious old man with his animal-like clothes, and said with great pride:
"Life is as long as grass and trees are in spring, so wine needs good wine, swords need precious swords, and guns need famous guns! Even if you are jealous, you still need to be a world-famous beauty!"
Even if there are tens of millions of rouge fans, how can they be as beautiful as the charming smile of a beautiful woman!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he laughed and walked away.
He agreed very much with the words of the old ruffian Hal. Since he has embarked on this extraordinary road, he has to climb to the top. If he cannot be vigorous and proud of the world, it is better to shrink down and live a stable life.
Sleeping with the most beautiful woman, drinking the strongest wine, and fighting the strongest enemy, this is his future path!
Just like Gonzalez, just one person can make the entire Kingdom of Falorland feel like a powerful enemy, and his every move can stir up troubles in the world.
Or like Karl, nearly a hundred years have passed, but the indigenous Kangao people can still make the local Kangao people change their expressions and become trembling with fear.
They are all ruthless people and worth learning from.
The old goat watched Ren stride away and laughed:
"This kid, I haven't seen him for a while, finally showed his talents and gained some arrogance to dominate the world."
In his view, Ren was extremely talented, cautious, and ruthless in his methods, and had no obvious shortcomings.
However, it also lacks a bit of grandeur and domineering.
Extraordinary professionals, their power belongs to themselves. No one who is the strongest relies on conspiracy or other things to reach the top. Everything else is the icing on the cake. Only strength can dominate the world!
"Boy, there are many important people who are optimistic about you, don't let them down." The old goat narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered to himself.
He knew very well that the top leaders of the Demon Hunter Association were very optimistic about this young man and believed that he, like Hal and Valkyrie, had the potential to become the most powerful person.
So until today, the association has not issued a task to Renn.
The people above gave him the greatest freedom and allowed him to grow.
………
On the first floor of the basement, the flames of kerosene lamps danced on the walls.
The training room was filled with a strong aura of holy power.
Arturia holds the holy sword in her hand, the cold blade is surrounded by a layer of milky white light, and a snowflake-like pattern releases brilliance under her feet.
She closed her eyes and her whole body was bathed in a shower of fluorescent white light, carefully comprehending the nature of the holy power.
In the divine radiance, her skin looked whiter and more like frost, her golden and smooth hair was covered with a layer of crystal luster, and her temperament became more divine and awe-inspiring.
Buzzing~
A slight trembling sound came from the stone table next to it.
Artoria frowned slightly. This was the fifth time that there was an unknown movement on the table. She opened her eyes, and a red-gold light flashed in her beautiful eyes.
She exhaled a breath of hot breath, feeling a little tired, and the "holy halo" under her feet gradually dimmed.
That's it for today, it's time to eat, the girl thought.
Reaching out to wipe the sweat on his forehead, King Dumao held the holy sword and walked a few steps with his boots to the long, simple stone table against the wall on the west side of the training room.
There are some scattered items placed on the stone table, a stack of slightly torn cyan papers that seem to record some kind of fighting skills, a few oil paintings, a bottle of colored liquid, and a few gray transparent crystals.
These should be Renne's things. They may not be very important so they are placed here, but she has no intention of touching them.
However, the tremors on the table just happened many times, disturbing King Da Mao's retreat, so she couldn't help but come over to take a look.
The source of the abnormal movement is a silver-gray ring.
The style is slightly delicate, and it seems to be a woman's item. It is shaking constantly on the table. There are several runes engraved on the surface of the ring, and it is emitting white light at this time.
The emerald eyes of Da Mao Wang stared at the ring.
For some reason, this silver-gray ring gave her a very uncomfortable feeling.
Buzzing~
The ring trembled, the light of the runes flickered, and a cold and strange aura seemed to seep out from the gaps in the void everywhere, sending chills all over the body.
What's this?
Artoria frowned and stared at the gradually dimming runes on the ring. She hesitated for a moment and gently stretched her little hand towards the silver-gray ring on the table.
We can't ignore it, there seems to be a seal on the ring, but it is gradually losing its effectiveness.
The moment her left finger touched the ring, the cold metal felt, no, it was a biting chill that was as cold as the cold wind in Jiuyou, seeping into her body.
At this moment, all the blood in her body seemed to freeze.
Roar!
A roar like a ghost from the underworld echoed in Artoria's mind, shocking her mind to a blank.
Along with this suppressed and crazy sound wave, the white runes on the ring extinguished like a candle in the cold wind, and the eerie and terrifying aura surged out from the ring, sweeping across all directions like a tsunami!
A terrifying and twisted shadow was reflected on the wall, and countless terrifying tentacles extended from the shadow!
"Holy Light──Thousand-weight Cabinet!"
Artoria's expression changed drastically, and she cast the sealing technique regardless of her physical fatigue.
The milky-white holy power that was as rich as substance shot out from the fingers of her left hand, and instantly turned into bright rays of light, densely packed and interspersed with the ring!
She tried her best to release her holy power, white light filled the air, and the power of the red dragon turned into red lotus-like flames to wrap around the ring.
The haze in the training room was gradually dissipated, and the gloomy chill emanating from the ring was suppressed and slightly dampened.
King Dumao gritted his teeth and gradually closed the five fingers of his left hand. In the white light, bright sacred texts emerged one by one. They beat and were slowly imprinted on the surface of the ring.
It was about to seal back the things that broke out, but this seemed to stimulate the things inside the ring.
Scared──scared!!
Terrifying roars exploded directly into the depths of people's souls, strange winds roared and swirled in the room, and countless ghosts seemed to appear in front of Artoria's eyes.
Lancelot with disheveled hair and a ferocious face; Gawain whose armor was stained with blood and whose eyes were filled with resentment; Mordred who was covered in blood and had murderous intent... Friends, enemies, warriors, civilians, etc., countless people died.
People were wailing, and their pale, blood-stained palms were grabbing at her, as if they wanted to drag her down to hell!
"It was you, it was you who killed us!"
"Kill! The ruthless king, the incompetent king, deserve to die!"
"You are the one who drove us from our homes and made us homeless. Tyrant of Britain, please die!"
Countless resentful thoughts poured into his heart, and King Daimao's heart trembled, and the holy light in his hand rippled.
Boom boom boom!
There were constant explosions, interspersed with the silver-gray ring, and the dense white light edges broke one by one!
not good.
Artoria came back to her senses immediately. She knew that it was all an illusion. The thing in the ring could not know her experience. The other party just used some method to arouse and distort the negative emotions in her heart.
No matter how terrifying the illusion is, as the King of Knights, she shouldn't be easily shaken, but because those are her heart ailments, so...
Uh-huh!!
The dark wind howled in the training room, roaring to the sky, and countless gray mist poured out from the ring, covering the white holy power in an instant and drowning the red lotus-like flames!
Arturia held the holy sword and quickly retreated.
Wow ling ling~ Wow ling ling~
Dozens of strange iron chains burning with white cold fire slid in the mist, and instantly condensed into a thick black iron whip, stirring up the black mist and slashing towards her head!
With his pupils narrowed and no time to speak, Daimao Wang jumped back and dodged the whip with great agility.
boom!
The layer of jade beneath her feet exploded, with countless fragments flying in all directions, and a deep dent was made on the ground indoors by the steel whip!
Her dress was blown by the strong wind, and Artoria's expression changed slightly.
With a few clanging sounds, wrist guards, combat boots, breastplate...a set of red-gold delicate armor covered her body.
Holding the new holy sword filled with the radiance of holy power, she looked coldly and carefully retreated from the open door of the training room into the basement hall.
She didn't know what the hell it was, but the small training room was not suitable for doing it.
Tom-tom-tom~
Heavy footsteps sounded from the training room. In the middle of the dim hall, Artoria was on guard. The gray mist was surging, and a tall and mighty figure loomed beside the door.
He seems to be wearing a simple gilt mask, covering the part below the nose, with dark iron chains wrapped around his body, and white flames dancing on the chains!
Phew~
There was a dull exhalation sound, as if black air was coming out of his mouth and nose.
Under the tall, shadowy gilt mask, a pair of terrifying eyes full of scarlet cracks stared directly at Arturia, full of crazy murderous intent.