Cataclysm

Chapter 213
When the people below saw this scene, they forgot to fight, and opened their eyes to watch the strange scene in the sky.

"Oh my god, what happened, how did this happen!" One of the believers of the Holy See felt that the sky had stepped on, and the spokesperson of the 'Lord' in the world was so abused. Those of them who believed in the existence of the 'Lord' felt instantly They were abandoned.

"No, I must be blind. It must not be true."

"Haha, open your dog eyes and see, aren't you going to destroy us? Come on?"

"No, this kind of thing is absolutely impossible to happen. How could the spokesman of the Lord fall into this situation? I must be dreaming."

"Hmph, when I chop your head with a big knife, you will know if you are dreaming.

In the sky, the pope's screams kept coming. Ye Zhan punched the pope's back, venting his anger, and smashed all the armor that the pope smashed. With a loud roar, one of the pope's wings was torn off.

Blood splattered in the sky, pieces of pure white feathers fluttered down from the sky, the pope who was gliding in the sky happened to pass by the heads of the crowd, the blood dripped from mid-air, hitting the faces of these people, it was still warm .

"what……"

The Pope screamed loudly. Having lost a wing, he lost his balance instantly, and his body fell down in vain.

But Ye Zhan still didn't intend to just let the Pope go. He raised the long knife in his hand and slashed at the Pope's other wing.

"puff!"

The entire wing broke off at the root, and fell to the ground together with the pope.

And Ye Zhan, when the pope was about to fall to the ground, he stepped on his feet suddenly, and his body was raised up miraculously.

"Boom!" The Pope's body hit the ground like a huge stone.

After Ye Zhan raised his body a bit, a spider silk ribbon stuck to a building. Ye Zhan held the spider silk with his hand and swayed to the ground lightly.

More than a thousand people watched this scene quietly, all of them swallowed involuntarily, and no one dared to say anything.

A battle like Ye Zhan's is more frightening than beheading a person with a single knife. It directly tears a person apart. This kind of fighting method is really too bloody and violent.

Moreover, his opponent is not an ordinary person, but the lord of the Holy See, the lord of a thousand people, and he was tortured and killed in front of an army of a thousand people. This kind of situation is not unprecedented, but it must be unprecedented .

"Cough! Cough!"

The pope got up from the ground staggeringly, gasping for breath, his face was full of pain, but he didn't fall directly to death.

However, Ye Zhan was not surprised at all, because Ye Zhan saw that when the Pope was about to land, the Pope opened an account with the ultimate skill Holy Asylum. The cooling time of this skill is two minutes. After the escape just now, he used it again .

But to everyone's surprise, the pope's helmet was broken when it hit the ground just now. When the dust cleared, the pope showed his face in front of other people for the first time.

"My God!"

Everyone who saw this scene exclaimed, and some people even showed uncontrollable faces.

What was presented in front of them was a blond woman with big eyes and long cheeks, a standard French beauty, with yellow and wavy hair, which made this woman look charming, and she didn't even wear a helmet before. The majesty of the time.

This person is the Pope whom all of them respect and fear every day?
Seeing this scene, Ye Zhan shook his head, his face was still full of coldness. When he was riding on the Pope's back just now, Ye Zhan already felt that this person was a woman, but even if it was a woman, Ye Zhan didn't hold back at all. With the intention of his hand, he moved his hand directly on her back, smashing her back to a bloody mess, and tore her wings raw.

The Pope stood there staggeringly, as if he would fall down at any moment, staring at Ye Zhan with his eyes, as if he wanted to eat Ye Zhan alive.

"Huh!" Ye Zhan held a long knife and walked directly towards the Pope step by step. With each step, the coldness in his eyes became stronger, and the killing intent became stronger.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the crowd, rushed towards the crumbling Pope, held her in his arms, and cried, "Sister!?" The voice was full of surprise, pain, and fear.

Ye Zhan's eyebrows frowned, and he immediately recognized who this figure was. It was the golden-haired woman he rescued when he rescued Guan Siyu. As for the name, he didn't know what it was.

It's just that they didn't expect that the woman who was rescued at random was actually the Pope's younger sister.

And the other people around, seeing the dramatic scene with their eyes closed, suddenly understood that why the Pope wanted to kill Jia Ming before was not because the Pope had taken a fancy to this woman, but because this woman was her own sister. For blatantly molesting, the Pope naturally killed him mercilessly.

"Get out of the way!" Ye Zhan said lightly to the woman with golden hair. No matter who it is now, it is impossible to stop his determination to kill the Pope. If he dares to attack Yu Siqi, he must be prepared to die.

Seeing that Meimei recognized him, the pope turned his head away without saying a word, not daring to look at her.

Meimei let go of her arms holding the Pope, threw herself directly in front of Ye Zhan and knelt down, crying: "Brother Ye, please let my sister go, this is the only relative I have in this world, please Please, if she dies, I will have nothing, please don't kill her." As she said that, Meimei's face was already full of tears.

Ye Zhan took a deep breath, his eyes struggled, but in an instant he became fierce again. Everyone has relatives and knows the pain of losing a loved one. Although he is unwilling to let others suffer the pain of losing a loved one, if this person wants to Let him bear the pain of losing a loved one, then he will never show mercy.

Now that you have done it, you have to bear the price of doing it.

Ye Zhan's face turned cold again, he walked around Meimei without saying a word, and continued walking towards the Pope.

Seeing that the intercession was unsuccessful, Meimei gritted her silver teeth, and instantly pulled out a one-foot short knife from her body, with a look of ruthlessness flashing across her face, she slashed at her left arm.

"puff!"

The short knife directly slashed across Meimei's shoulder, and her long arm fell directly on the ground. On her shoulder, blood gushed out like a pillar, and Meimei's face instantly became pale as paper, but she still held on tightly. Gritting his teeth, he didn't say a word.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, including the Pope, who was afraid to look at Mei Mei before, suddenly turned his head and looked at Mei Mei who had lost his arm with horror in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)