The Little Village's Ultimate Doctor

Chapter 1213 Dinner

Chapter 87

That power is like the scorching sun, and it also exudes a sacred aura.

Long Xiaoshan stared involuntarily.

Just when Long Xiaoshan's divine sense covered the past.

"Who?"

Inside Westminster Abbey, an old man dressed in red and wearing a square red hat suddenly raised his head, a look of surprise flashed across his face, he was the cardinal (red) archbishop of the Holy See.

Lonnie is in charge of the British Diocese, and he can compete with the blood clan base camp and blood clan, so his strength is naturally extraordinary.

His strength is not inferior to Dracula at all.

Even because of his divine power, he can suppress Dracula.

It can be called one of the few strong players in Europe.

Moreover, what the Holy See is concentrating on is spiritual power. As a cardinal, Lonnie's spiritual power is so strong that he has almost entered the realm of a god.

However, just now, Lonnie felt a huge spiritual power that is so powerful that it is boundless, like a god. This kind of spiritual power, Lonnie only felt in the former pope (emperor).

It is definitely a spiritual power comparable to that of a god.

"How is it possible? The God Realm has disappeared for many years. Could it be that the God Realm has reappeared?" Lonnie just thought, the vast spiritual power suddenly faded away like a tide, and when he tried to sense it more clearly, it had already disappeared.

Lonny looked unpredictable.

Flickering.

The Divine Realm represents the most powerful personal force on this star. Although the Divine Realm has to give way in front of nuclear weapons, nuclear weapons cannot be moved lightly after all. Otherwise, the Holy See would not still be the most powerful in the world. one of the forces.

Even if he retires from the Vatican, its influence is still unparalleled in the world, with more than one billion believers.

Now there is another God Realm in the world.

This is definitely an earth-shattering event.

Lonnie dared not neglect.

He hurried into the study room, picked up a quill pen and recorded it on a piece of gold foil paper, then put it in a shrine cage, and recited the spell silently. The shrine emitted bursts of light, and the gold foil inside turned into a little bit of light and dissipated.

……

Long Xiaoshan narrowed his eyes slightly, after sensing the scorching sun-like light group found his divine sense.

Long Xiaoshan restrained himself and came back.

He came to Europe only to take revenge on the dark world, and he had nothing to do with the Holy See, nor did he want to get involved, so he withdrew his divine sense.

He turned around and looked at the blond blood-haired beauty standing respectfully aside.

Seeing Long Xiaoshan's view, Monica quickly lowered her head, her expression became more respectful, like a believer. She thought she would die in Langston Manor, but she survived.

Long Xiaoshan actually blocked the tank salvo.

And it also dismantled that tank corps to pieces.

That kind of god-like power made Monica completely surrender, not to mention, Long Xiaoshan swallowed the blood of Duke Dracula, and the blood in his body became stronger and stronger.

As a small blood race, Monica dared not have the slightest thought of resistance.

"Monica." Long Xiaoshan said lightly, "You blood clan should have a base camp, right?"

Monica said respectfully: "Yes, my lord, our blood race has a council, the speaker is Duke Dracula, and there are five other councilors, of which Murphy, the head of the Blood Buddha, is one of them. These five councilors are all The strength of the Duke is in charge of the entire blood clan."

"Five Dukes, plus a speaker."

Long Xiaoshan's eyes were also dazzled.

He has already fought against two blood dukes. Even Murphy has strength above that of a grand master. If he is immortal, he is actually far more difficult to deal with than ordinary grand masters.

As for the blood race, there are a total of six such strong men.

I'm afraid that the Huaxia Yinmen can't find a single force. There can be six great masters. It's better than the Heishinmen, which only has three.

This is just a force in the Western Dark World.

No wonder, the Western world was able to trample the earth back then.

"The blood clan council, where are those councilors?" Long Xiaoshan's eyes were indifferent, and there was a vague murderous flow.

The blood clan kidnapped Chuntao, and turned her into a blood clan to plot against him.

He once said that he would kill all the blood races.

This is not empty talk.

The Grandmaster Jinkou said that for other dark forces, it's fine if he destroys their elites, but for the blood race, he wants to destroy all their lairs.

No one can stop him.

Monica is not a fool either. Hearing Long Xiaoshan's indifferent tone, she trembled, as if she understood his intention, and hesitated for a while.

Long Xiaoshan hummed.

Monica quickly prostrated herself in the tunnel and said, "My lord, it's not that I didn't tell you, and I don't know very well. I only know that the headquarters of the Blood Buddha is in Liverpool. As for the blood council, I have never been there."

Long Xiaoshan knew that Monica would not dare to lie to him.

Moreover, he sucked the blood of Monica's elder relative, and there was an elder relative's suppression between him and Monica. If Monica lied to him, he would not be able to escape his perception.

"Get up." Long Xiaoshan waved his hand.

Now that he knows the headquarters of Xuefutu, there is a clue. In short, by digging three feet into the ground, he will also uproot the blood clan's nest and warn the whole world. worthy of his anger.

……

in the afternoon.

Monica hurried in from the outside and said to Long Xiaoshan, who was resting on his knees, "My lord, the British envoy is here."

Long Xiaoshan opened his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "Is it finally here? Let them in."

"Yes."

Monica bent down slightly, then got up and went out.

After a while, footsteps were heard outside.

Immediately afterwards, under the leadership of Monica, a group of British people walked in. The front one was a handsome middle-aged man wearing an aristocratic dress, and beside him were the security chief Camus and a group of British officials.

Long Xiaoshan sat cross-legged on the sofa, his eyes drooping slightly, like a stone Buddha.

The group of British people stood there and waited for a while, but before Long Xiaoshan could react, a trace of embarrassment and shame flashed across their faces.

Camus could only take the initiative to step forward and said, "Mr. Long, this is Prince Kelton of our British Empire, Duke of Yorkshire, Royal Envoy, and the third son of Her Majesty the Queen."

Anyone who hears that a prince from the British Empire is coming in person will probably be terrified, flattered, and hastily got up to greet him.

However, Long Xiaoshan remained expressionless, raised his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "If you have something to say, let's talk about it."

It was Monica who quickly moved a few chairs over.

As the daughter of the Marquis of Vlad, she has participated in many high society banquets, so she naturally knows the prince.

Prince Kelton was personable, and he didn't show any dissatisfaction with Long Xiaoshan's negligence. He thanked Monica, then took out a gold-plated invitation card and said, "Mr. Long, I heard about your invitation." Request, our royal family specially held a dinner for you at Buckingham Palace, and invite you to attend, this is our invitation card for the banquet, I hope Mr. Long can take the time to come."

(End of this chapter)