The Little Village's Ultimate Doctor

Chapter 1485 debut
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In the darkness, an extremely handsome young man stepped out of the air, like a god descending into the world, and countless people present trembled.

In the darkness behind him, a large number of figures appeared.

Immediately behind this handsome young man is Jacob Rothschild.

behind Jacob.

They are all strong men in the European underground world, but now they are like a group of servants, with their heads lowered, following behind.

"It's Toledo Bruch. I have seen his portrait handed down from the fifteenth century. It is exactly the same as it is now, without any change." A red-clothed archbishop of the Holy See couldn't help trembling.

This time, although the Pope did not come in person, two cardinals from the Holy See came.

As old enemies of the blood clan, even if they had not seen the real body of the legendary prince, they had seen him from the records of the Holy See.

"Prince Bruch is really not dead."

"Godland, almost a century has passed, and it finally came to the world again."

Countless onlookers trembled.

Among them, many great masters and S+ level powerhouses have never seen the gods, because the gods have disappeared for too long, too long, so long that they almost forget that there are gods in this world.

Now Prince Bruch is back in the world.

The infinite darkness that seemed to swallow everything made every powerful and prestigious powerhouse who dominated one side unable to restrain himself from bowing his head.

The giant snake under the crotch of Venerable Yulong curled up into a ball, and all the fierce flames disappeared.

The two-headed war wolf under the crotch of the African shaman high priest also whimpered and kept backing away.

When Prince Bruch stepped into the air, he crossed the crowd.

"Tora Kato, the first-rate sword sect in Japan, pays homage to His Royal Highness Prince Bruch. The ancestor Miyamoto Musashi once recorded the legend of fighting with His Royal Highness, and is still admired by younger generations. It is a great honor to meet His Royal Highness today. Congratulations to the Prince Your Highness wins the flag, and the martial arts prosper." Japanese swordsman Kato Torora was the first to bow down.

Prince Bruch raised his eyes and said calmly, "So you are a descendant of that kid Musashi."

Miyamoto Musashi is a well-known sword god in the early days of Edo in Japan. When he was successful in swordsmanship, he traveled all over the world. When he traveled to Europe, he met a blood prince and fought against him. He was defeated and survived. After returning to his country, he made great progress in swordsmanship and created a world-class sword. In the end, he will become the sword god of Japan.

Shenjing was a rare figure even hundreds of years ago.

So even though Miyamoto Musashi has been dead for hundreds of years, Prince Bruch still remembers.

There are also the Indian Dragon Emperor, the African Great Shaman, the Snowman King and other peerless powerhouses, all of whom bowed their heads in front of Prince Bruhe. Except for the people in the Holy See, almost no one on the coast dared to face the blood prince.

Standing among the strong men kneeling all over the ground, Prince Bruch is like an emperor, invincible.

Those secular people far away in the stands couldn't help trembling when they saw this scene.

When those strong men came just now, all of them had powerful supernatural powers, cutting waves with a sword, riding dragons and breaking waves, flying across the sky... It was like a myth, but now they all knelt or worshiped in front of this blood prince, as if they were worshiping gods.

"Huh." The blood prince's eyes flashed, and he saw a group of priests still standing in the crowd wearing religious robes and exuding a sacred aura.

A trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes, and he snorted: "You little bastards of the Holy See, why don't you kneel?"

The terrifying coercion made those in the Holy See panic.

"Prince Bruch, you are a blood clan, you are heinous, how dare you ask us to kneel, not afraid of the pope punishing you." The Holy See and the blood clan are natural enemies. They have been fighting since the Middle Ages until now. The prince, the red-robed archbishop standing in the front, couldn't help but groan.

"Hahaha," Prince Bruch laughed loudly: "That brat Lawrence shrank in the Vatican, he didn't even dare to show his face, and he dared to speak out loudly, kneel down!"

Boom!

A dark breath descended from the sky like Mount Tai.

"defense!"

The archbishop in red roared, took out a sacred vessel, and a ray of holy light shot up into the sky. All the priests took out the holy vessel, the bible, and chanted the mantra, and the holy light shot up into the sky.

The voice of the angel's Sanskrit came from the void.

Roads of golden light diffused, like the gospel of the Lord enveloped the earth.

Countless spectators, especially the followers of the Holy See, couldn't help shouting miracles and knelt down on the spot.

However, the darkness swept down and pressed down on the holy light, rumbling!
Immediately, the holy light continued to collapse, the angels fell, and the Sanskrit sound turned into demons laughing loudly. All the golden light was polluted by darkness, and the huge dark breath was suppressed. The sacred objects and the Bible all turned black and decayed.

Ah!
The group of people in the Holy See screamed and were pressed to the ground by the dark breath. Black smoke came out of their bodies, and the stench was incomparable. The people in the Holy See were practicing divine power, and the power of darkness was poison to them.

In an instant, these people were on the ground, writhing and screaming, with pus dripping from their skin, and blood dripping from their eyes, crawling towards Prince Bruch, begging him in agony.

see this scene.

The powerhouses around were silent.

These people in the Holy See are not weak, especially the archbishop in red, who is extremely powerful, second only to the Pope in combat strength, at least S+ strength, and they have innate restraint in the face of dark-type strongmen.

Many powerhouses in the underground world present have suffered from the Holy See.

But such a powerful archbishop in red is like an ant in front of Prince Bruch.

Those secular spectators in the distance were even more terrified. They seemed to recognize the face of this blood prince only now. They saw him so handsome and elegant just now, and many women were still confused.

"Oops, this blood prince is so powerful, will our Dragon God of War be unable to defeat him?"

Among the spectators, there were many Chinese people. Originally, they had absolute confidence in Long Xiaoshan, but at this moment, they couldn't help but feel worried.

"Then Long Xiaoshan, you're not too scared to come here, are you?"

Many people, seeing that Long Xiaoshan did not show up for a long time, began to doubt.

Just when everyone was thinking about it, someone shouted: "Here we come."

Everyone looked towards the inland direction.

Unlike when the major powerhouses appeared on the stage, each displaying their magical powers, a group of people were walking slowly from the outside, and the one walking in the front was a boy in casual clothes with black hair casually tied behind his head.

His skin was crystal clear, his eyes were like black jade, he walked slowly, beside him was a group of beautiful women, there were more than ten of them, each of them was rare in the world.

The ring is fat, the swallows are thin, and each has its own merits.

Seeing such a scene, countless people stared wide-eyed.

If they hadn't recognized the man who shocked the entire European Union walking in the front, no one would have thought that this was the war of the century, but "Jia Baoyu" ran out for a walk with the women in the Grand View Garden.

When Long Xiaoshan brought his group of stunning women over, the crowd stepped aside one after another.

Long Xiaoshan's eyes were calm, his hands were behind his back, and he didn't show a strong aura at all. He occasionally turned sideways, exchanged a word or two with the woman beside him, and just like that, he walked to the shore step by step.

(End of this chapter)