Bright Era

High in the sky, the gods of the Temple of Odin stared at this incredible war fortress dumbfounded. They had never seen such a war fortress. Even in the Primordial War, mankind has copied a strategic weapon such as Thor's Hammer, but mankind has not created such a weird war fortress. That's right, it's weird, this metal city feels gloomy, and the whole body is emitting a weird chill.

"We have to find a way." Rhein, who is known for his wisdom among the beast gods, frowned. Have to think of a good way to solve this problem! Otherwise, if those humble believers died and injured too much here, it would not be in the interests of the gods!

Just as the gods such as Rhine were helpless facing the sudden appearance of the war fortress, black beard roars echoed over the holy mountain. There was also a hint of choking in Blackbeard's voice, with a hint of strong personal emotions, with a complex feeling that was inexplicable. Everyone can tell from his shouts, what a kind and compassionate man he is!

"Impossible! This is impossible! The elite legions of the three major temples of the Temple of Dawn, the Temple of Retribution, and the Temple of War, are the entire army wiped out?"

"Impossible! How is this possible! Great gods, protect your devout believers! Those are some good young people. They are a group of good young men. They went to the battlefield to protect the glory of the gods. They You can do everything for the gods! Such devout believers, how can they suddenly, suddenly..."

Standing in the most majestic and solemn educational administration hall on the top of the holy mountain, the disheveled black beard and the red lips on his face wept bitterly. Although he didn't see a few tears on his face, he at least replaced the tears with his snot, and it looked like his old face was still wet.

He grabbed the sleeve of the red-robed archbishop of a cardinal of the Godly family beside him, wiped his face severely, and then began to cry in agony again. He covered his face with his hands, and his muscles were twitching because of the intense pain. Because of the sorrow that originated from the depths of his soul, Blackbeard finally became unstable and knelt on the ground with his knees soft.

The black beard who was about to roll all over the floor, howling and crying, was sobbing and wailing. He accurately reported the names of the senior generals in the elite legions of the three temples, and even the resumes of their adjutants and some important officers under their subordinates, Blackbeard. They were all reported well one by one. He painfully told the church leaders around him how much he likes these great boys, how much he loves these outstanding young people, how hard he made the decision to send them to the battlefield, and then he is now How sad.

With a fierce choke, Blackbeard raised his head, his eyes were flushed with his fist, and he was already a little purple. He rubbed the corners of his eyes and hissed in a sad tone: "Poor St. Joebe, I remember his fiancée was only fifteen years old! Originally, he said that after the war, he would marry her fiancée!"

"Ah, St. Chobe, poor St. Chobe! Your fiancée, known as the most beautiful flower of Dawn Theological Seminary, she is so beautiful, so weak, so delightful! Oh, you died in battle. , How do you let her live? In this **** world full of tigers and wolves, how do you let her live in the western continent full of foreign races and orcs?"

Standing up hard, Blackbeard looked at the thousands of church leaders in front of him, and said word by word: "Dear brothers, we are all servants of the gods. We must uphold the compassion and kindness of our master. Don’t let the warriors of the gods and devout believers bleed and shed tears! Of course, Saint Chobe has already died in battle, and he won’t shed tears, but we can’t do those chilling things!"

He patted his chest vigorously, not allowing these church leaders to speak. Blackbeard already said to himself: "I have a good arrangement, Hammer, my old brother, your distant nephew Bobby, he is not Have you never had a wife? The most beautiful little flower of our Dawn Theological Seminary has been taken care of by him from now on! Well, find a good time these two days and let them have the same room!"

A red archbishop, the father of St. Chobe’s fiancée that Blackbeard said in his mouth, shivered with excitement when he heard of the marriage that Blackbeard had set for his daughter, and he wanted to step forward to refuse Blackbeard's'goodwill'.

Big Bobby, that'young man', our dear cardinal archbishop knows him-this kid is now responsible for guarding the church’s only barrier to the outside world. It was over thirty, full of fishy smell, and black hair like a black bear. A fine sturdy man. As for the daughter of our cardinal bishop, the fiancee of St. Chobe who died in battle, she is the most beautiful flower in the church!

But before the red archbishop could speak, Blackbeard had already strode up to him and put his arms around his neck. The monster-like arms tightened the archbishop's trachea tightly, making him unable to even breathe, let alone talking.

Blackbeard stared at the wicked and wicked gaze, and stared at the unlucky red archbishop grimly: "I know St. Chobe is a good young man, but no matter how good he is, he is dead! Well, you don't Will you take your daughter to die for Saint Joebe because of excessive sadness? Do you choose to hang, beheaded, or torture? If your whole family is to die for Saint Joebe!"

Naked threats, naked gangsters' faces and mouths can be seen!

Blackbeard's words made the high-level church in the hall stare at each other silently. Facing the heavily armed Black Tiger family warriors around the main hall, facing the black blue and wine barrels squatting happily at the gate of the main hall carrying a roasted dragon leg, where else would anyone dare to speak against Blackbeard?

By the way, Xuanlan and the barrel are tearing the roasted dragon's legs. His deity is a temple-guarding holy dragon in the Temple of Retribution. It is the ancient dragon who actively surrendered to the God of Retribution at the end of the Primordial God War and possesses the power of the highest upper god. what! But this great ancient dragon faced Xuanlan and Wine Barrel, and was killed with just one blow, and then sent to the grill!

By the way, this is the holy dragon of the eighteenth church that Xuanlan and Keg have eaten in the past few days!

In the face of such two ferocious freaks that even god-level dragons can kill at the moment, these are still mortal church leaders, where do they have the courage and black beard to talk nonsense?

Satisfied, he let go of the red archbishop who was about to suffocate and fainted, and the black beard triumphantly cast a wink at the hammer: "Let the Big Bobby go and take the beauty home later, ah, hurry up, fiercely. Work fast, now in a very time, there is no time for him to waste! Tsk, I have seen that girl once. She is a big beauty, and the cheapest boy is better than this kid!"

Hammer smiled so that his eyes narrowed into a line. The big beauty that Blackbeard said, the fiancee of the dead ghost Saint Joebe, he had also seen twice, and it was indeed a stunning beauty who was all over the country. Not to mention that in the church, even in the entire Western Continent, there are no girls who are more beautiful than her. The three daughters Este, Ai Mo, and Etres beside Lin Qi are only slightly better in temperament.

Coughing vigorously, the black beard tightened his open shirt, barely buttoned a button, and then grinned and howled. But after a few howls, he found that no one in the hall was crying with him. Black beard was so boring, he simply closed his mouth and put out his own face.

"Okay, let's talk about serious things now!" Blackbeard glanced at the many church leaders in the hall with majesty and fierceness: "The elite of the three major temples have been wiped out. This hatred must be avenged. Well, it is also lost. There are civilian priests in the major temples of the church who are responsible for daily administration and missionary matters. This loss is too heavy. We must repay this enmity."

A brave cardinal archbishop with a red crown tremblingly said: "But, respected Lord Lin Hu, we are not strong now! We are now even evacuated to defend the Holy Mountain. We... "

Blackbeard interrupted the archbishop roughly: "But, I heard that there are hidden elites under every temple?"

The vast majority of the high-level churches showed a dazed expression, and only a handful of the core-level high-level churches suddenly changed their faces. They glanced at each other, and in the end it was the chief elder of the Church's Doomsday Elders Group who walked out of the crowd tremblingly and coughed a few times.

This is a skinny old man with old age spots under his skin, but each age spot has a huge amount of divine power condensed, relying entirely on his own practice and a little divine power seed from the gods to guide him, forcibly breaking through to the next **** Senior clergy of the realm. Although Blackbeard is now in charge of all the affairs of the entire church, and Blackbeard has a deep background and strong personal strength, this old man in the church who was rewarded with the surname of "God" can stand without humility or arrogance. In front of Blackbeard.

After a few soft coughs, God Caesar performed a supreme courtesy of seeing God to Blackbeard. To this day, many senior leaders in the church are well aware of what kind of existence Blackbeards are.

"Respected Lord Lin Hu, those hidden powers, such as the true elites of the Knights of Retribution that existed from the time of the Primordial Gods War, cannot easily leave the holy mountain. Or I can speak more clearly, You have no right to mobilize them!"

Blackbeard was silent, with his hands on his hips, his head tilted and looked at the short and shriveled **** Caesar, who was like a dried hazelnut.

Taking "God" as the surname is not only a kind of glory in the church, but also a kind of qualifications and a symbol of strength. Except for the first group of apostles who founded the church with the surname "God", the others who can be given this title are all powerhouses who rely on their own cultivation to reach the **** level.

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