The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 592 Evil Ghost Priest!
Gunpowder smoke filled the entire palace.

Even an old monster as powerful as the pope squinted his eyes at this moment, appearing very cautious!
"He should have been turned into ashes by this blow, right?" High Priest Philip next to the Pope asked in a low voice, wiping the thin beads of sweat from his forehead.

Indeed, after feeling Chu Mo's powerful aura, everyone present doubted whether such a powerful pervert could survive the blow.

"Should..." The pope took a deep breath and said slowly.

Before he could speak, he suddenly heard the sound of tearing from the center of the smoky field.

"What sound?" the knights whispered.

"He...he really is a devil, and he hasn't died yet!" the priests shouted frantically.

"Not dead?" The pope's face was pale, his hands and feet were weak, and his lips moved feebly.

Priest Philip looked at the place where the gunpowder smoke was thick with fear in his eyes, and shouted in panic: "Impossible..."

These high and respected priests, bishops, and knights on weekdays all now have dead faces, panic and fear are their expressions, their hands and feet are shaking, and their muscles are twitching...

"The light element is very strong!" A soft voice sounded in the center of the smoky venue.

Hearing this sound for the first time, everyone present had the feeling that spring is warm and flowers are blooming in March, and the ice is breaking.

The face that was still a little nervous at first improved a little after hearing the voice.

But there were three people who were more panicked and more frightened.

Gu **'s black sesame-sized eyeballs moved quickly, and his fat pig hands kept wiping the endless sweat from his forehead.

Hu Yong stood still and looked very imposing, but when you look carefully at the ground under his feet, sweat flows down his armor and merges into a river...

The Pope's face became even paler, and there was a blue light in this paleness. Yes, it was ashen, and there was no blood at all.

"Bright Element is such a headache!" A grinning voice sounded from the center of the venue at this moment.

Only now did the people on the field feel that something was wrong.

"I hate light!" The icy voice was like an iceberg that would never melt for thousands of years. After listening to it, a cold wind gusts down the spine.

Some priests of spiritual endurance have fallen to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

"I was so full just now!" After eating a little, a rough, powerful voice suddenly sounded.

The gunpowder smoke, which was still thick before, has completely dissipated now.

Be the first to show an ugly face.

The face is full of fleshy, rough, ugly strong men.

Tall, strong, and at first glance, definitely a fighter.

But this guy, this guy is too ironic, wearing a white priest's robe.

Look at the pastors out there, look at this guy.

"My God..." This world is so crazy!

Barbarians wear priestly robes?

This guy also had a big iron staff pinned to his waist. Judging from his rude gestures and appearance, no one would believe that there would be such a No. [-] priest in Gods and Demons Continent.

In the past, the pastors in people's minds were all merciful, humble, gentle, with sunny smiles...

Now this one, my God!Can anyone tell me which one he can get?
"Are you a pastor?" The Pope asked the man fiercely with sharp eyes, as if he was about to stutter.

"That's right! Can't I be a pastor?" The burly man was not at all afraid of the pope's cannibalistic eyes, but asked with a simple and honest smile.

"Which church do you belong to? I want to excommunicate you..." Before His Excellency the Pope could speak, High Priest Philip, who had already been angry for a long time, waved his big hand and cursed at the strong man.

"Which church do I belong to? I will tell you today that I belong to a church that beats people who bark like you!" Facing Priest Philip's scolding, the strong man was obviously also angry.

When he opened his mouth, he vomited dirty words and cursed back.

'A barking old dog? Priest Philip has gone mad with anger. How many years, how many years, has no one dared to point and stare at him like this?
Instead, the pope looked at the strong man quietly, as if he was thinking about something.

All the priests, knights, swordsmen, bishops, and priests were all angry.

If you dare to call High Priest Philip an old dog, aren't your subordinates puppies?

"Great, merciful God! Kill this blasphemous villain!" Many elderly priests murmured.

"Get the hell out of me, a bunch of running dogs pretending to be fools!" The strong man didn't care, and rushed towards a group of people with big strides.

His figure is huge, and every step he takes is three or four more steps than ordinary people. He kicks, kicks a few steps, and walks forward like a tank at full speed.

Those knights and swordsmen used their weapons in a panic, trying to stop him.

But can a full-throated tank be easily stopped?
impossible!Absolutely impossible!
what……

Countless yells spread throughout the field, and then looked at the ground.

Why!Poor knights, swordsmen, fell to the ground with stars on their heads.

And what about the guy who caused the accident?
He was grinning wide, showing an ugly smile and looking at the group of priests in white priest robes.

In his eyes, a group of pastors are already little white sheep with nowhere to escape.

"I'm here..." He smiled. In the eyes of the priests, this smile was simply the devil's smile, which made everyone tremble with fear!
PS: I have to say that the time to write this chapter is already very late, it is 12 o'clock in the evening, but I feel very emotional while writing it.

This is sometimes the case with writing novels. It has been a long time since Xiaohan has carefully described the characters in the Dark Night Mercenary Corps. It is very cool to start writing today!
In fact, there are not many characters with distinctive personalities in the book "Evil Emperor", and the barbaric priest Hans is one of them.

(End of this chapter)