Lovers Always on the Counterattack

Because of the monster's surprise attack, the entire Holy See was stunned in an instant. The waiters fled and passed messages, and countless Templars came from all directions to encircle the monster.

——However, they don't know whether they should be shocked by the sudden appearance of the monster or whether they should pay attention to the ugly Cardinal.

Unlike the humble and lowly valued waiters, most of the Templars came from aristocratic classes. As the shield and sword of the Holy See, they were also the focus of the Holy See ’s brainwashing control.

In the eyes of these loyal knights, the high-level bishops of the Holy See are their masters. Even if these masters are ambitious, they still have high morals—they have power, but they are better to serve the God of Light, to control the world instead of God, and to guide the confused beings.

Therefore, even if a group of lower-level "Blasphemers" were previously exiled from the Holy See, they did not affect their loyalty to higher-ranking bishops. After all, those were not the targets of their allegiance-however, they are now second The naked, rotten and obscene appearance of the Cardinals of the Pope and the Son was far beyond their range.

Although the brain was blown away by the scene in front of them, the knights had to suppress their internal struggles, raised their spears and swords at the monster, and protected the name who was crawling and screaming at the feet of the monster, screaming and drinking red Cardinal.

To everyone's surprise, even if surrounded by the Templars, the monster did not fall in the wind, it roared its teeth and claws, and rushed towards the weapon that flashed the light.

The holy light has always been the natural enemy of the demons. No one will not be afraid of the dazzling and warm light, but this monster is like a mutation. Even if the holy light weapon stabs on it, it can only stay. The next faint scar-even because of frequent injuries, the monster turned out to be fierce, and the attack on the Templars became more fierce and brutal.

Knights are constantly being hurt by monsters, and under the black sky rising from the sky, even the Holy Light seems to be getting dimmer, just like everyone's crumbling belief.

-What would it mean if the Templars could not even kill a monster invading the Holy See?

——If the Holy Light is no longer a powerful weapon for killing demons, can there be hope for the future of this continent?

——Why did all this happen because the monsters became more powerful, or because the Holy See's actions disappointed God and made the Holy Light fall and no longer shine?

The knights who had always been steadfast were shaken and confused like never before, and just as their faith was on the verge of collapse, an arrow of light radiated from a distance and penetrated the monster's chest.

The monster hissed and fell backwards, and the next moment, the sky's light net fell from the sky, covering the monster accurately and tightening it in an instant.

The monster struggled and roared in the light net, but was completely unable to resist the shrinking light net. Before long, it was cut into countless small pieces by the light net and turned into black gas and dissipated into the air. The light net destroyed the prey, and then transformed into the glory of the sky, dissipating the black gas left by the demon and the overcast cloud covering the Holy See, making the sky shine again, and the Holy See was bright again.

In a glorious light, the Son in a white robe walked slowly, his face cold, handsome, majestic, and compassionate, as if the incarnation of a bright God in the world. With his pace, the Templars stowed their weapons in unison, kneeling down on one knee religiously, and the attendants kneeling on the ground with five bodies, excitedly meditating on the prayers of praise to the gods.

——Yes, even if the Holy See is rotten, they still have the holy and selfless Son.

-At any time, the Holy Light in the hands of the Son is still so powerful and dazzling, sheltering them from being attacked by demons, and maintaining the purest faith in their hearts.

Raising his hand, he cured the knight wounded by the monster with the Holy Light, and Samuel walked slowly to the Cardinal.

As long as the knights were besieging monsters, the cardinal who was out of danger had already put on his robes and arranged his instruments, but no matter how gorgeous and exquisite his clothes were, he could not hide his long-corrupted interior.

Samuel was long and erect, staring blankly at the Cardinal. His blue eyes were full of sadness and anger.

Under his cold gaze, the Cardinal couldn't help but flinch for a moment, and instinctively gained a sense of humiliation. He looked away, and lowered his arrogant head for the first time after reaching the high position.

"Bishop Doric, you—" Samuel's throat choked, there seemed to be thousands of words to ask, but he lost his desire to search after speaking-after all facts speak louder than words, no matter what Language cannot hide the ugly truth.

Staring at the heart-wrenching Cardinal, Samuel's eyes were deeper in disappointment, and his original fair complexion was even more pale. Even the slender figure seemed to be crumbling because of the huge blow.

Sometimes speechless blame is the most unbearable. Looking at the Son who was extremely disappointed, the crowd was even more disturbed, for fear that their only salvation would abandon them because of disappointment.

By coincidence, both the knight and the attendant bowed their heads, singing carols reverently and reverently, the voices of countless people gathered together, grand and solemn, full of pure prayers and sacred faiths, soothing everyone because soon Shake, restlessness, anger and sorrow caused by the previous disaster.

Hearing everyone's praise for the **** of light, Samuel's expression finally softened slowly and changed back to that kind and gentle Son.

He sighed softly and his voice was low: "Bishop Doleke, I will report this to Her Majesty, and he will decide on your punishment."

Dorek opened his mouth, but knew that the situation was over, and looked down in despair.

Samuel closed his eyes and said nothing more. He quickly turned sideways, rubbing his shoulders, and walked towards the Pope's residence-of course, as he passed the white satin hidden in the crowd, he did not forget to pause a little and urged him to follow him .

White satin rose quickly in everyone's eyes, obediently and carefully behind Samuel's side, still not returning from the carol just like a ritual.

——I have to say that although there is dirt and dirt inside the Holy See, the brainwashing skills are really one-on-one. Even the black satin from Black Street who never believed in the gods was almost washed by the beautiful and sacred carols. soul.

Perceived that the expression of white satin was a little embarrassing, Samuel slowed down, walked side by side with white satin, and looked at him sideways: "Why, do you think that my image is particularly tall and holy? Have you loved me more? ? "

White satin drew a corner of his mouth, glanced at Samuel's proud display of smile, and snorted softly: "What's that‘ more ’word? You might feel better about yourself, right?”

——In the eyes of white satin, although he really enjoys the feeling of having **** with Samuel, this does not mean that they have any sincere feelings that can be called “love”. At best, it is just physical fit and mutual Help each other to resolve the physiological desires.

——Of course, he also has to admit that the pretended Samuel was really ... beautiful to the extreme, making himself want to be pressed under him, tempting him, bullying him, making him show his struggle and passion. His face completely shattered his holy mask.

Hearing the sneer of white satin, Samuel smiled, looking at his eyes as if looking at a child who was in trouble, full of pampering and pampering: "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, I understand."

The white satin was very angry, and I really wished that the shameless sage would be beaten hard—unfortunately, it was not in the private palace of the two of them, and the white satin had to restrain her urge to “follow”.

Too lazy to argue with Samuel about these meaningless and inconclusive topics, the white satin turned: "Which one of the monsters wasn't you brought into the Holy See?"

Samuel raised an eyebrow: "Why do you think so?"

"Isn't it?" White satin narrowed his eyes. "My forefoot has just helped you detect Dolek's hobbies and movements, and a monster has appeared in his room on the hind foot ... alas, the scene must be particularly interesting at the time, he Maybe they are scared and softened. I do n’t know if it will be tough in the future ... "

White Satin's tone was full of glee, but it was a pity that Samuel was not willing to listen at all.

Frowning, Samuel said with dissatisfaction: "Take your messy illusions away!"

"What's wrong?" White satin was surprised, and his subconscious was a little uneasy, for fear that Samuel would still have nostalgia for the Holy See, and he didn't like him to despise the noble Cardinal with such contemptuous words.

——No, why should he be afraid that he will offend Samuel?

White Satin was so entangled, Samuel didn't know it. He glanced at White Satin and raised his hand and nodded his forehead: "How can you imagine other men's nudes and **** scenes? Dolk's guy again Old and ugly, don't you feel blind? Even if you think about it, you can only think of me! "

A little sigh of relief, and the complex white satin that feels inexplicable: "………………………………”

——It's just ... unreasonable, there is no way to communicate well!

Ignoring Samuel's words again, White Satin stared back: "Say the point!"

Samuel shrugged his shoulders and whispered "This is the point", but after all he obeyed the will of the white satin: "I didn't bring the monster into the Holy See, but I 'put it out'- Just to make it better, I added some special abilities to it and temporarily increased its resistance to the Holy Light. "

There was something incredible in the expression of the white satin: "You mean-it was inside the Holy See?"

"That's right." Samuel nodded, his lips twitched slightly, and immediately brought a warm, jade, holy and expensive face with evil spirits. "Look, this thing-it's not over yet. . "

White satin: "……………………………………"

-Allow him to light a wax for those bishops who were remembered by Samuel.