Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

Chapter 290 Six: Really Fragrant!Henry Zhang likes big ones

Henry Zhang watched the old man open his eyes, and then slowly sat upright.

This process was very slow, but he seemed to feel like a prehistoric beast was waking up. When the old man straightened his back, the irresistible majesty filled the entire church like an overwhelming force.

All the clergy knelt down on one knee unconsciously, and the young people in the mission were even more excited, as if they had finally seen the true God.

"I have seen His Majesty the Pope!"

The voice echoed in the cathedral.

Henry Zhang also saluted very politely, but it was the etiquette among oriental monks.

The Pope smiled, and the majesty that had just filled the church receded, as if it had never happened before. At this time, he seemed to have turned into a country old man again.

"Spencer, you've done a good job with the mission eastward."

The pope simply praised.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Pope."

Spencer didn't flirt with flattery, saying something like "it's all on the orders of the Pope", "it's all my duty", and other scenes.

He knows that His Majesty the Pope doesn't like those things. If His Majesty praises you, you can just express your gratitude, and the rewards will not be in words.

"This is little friend Henry Zhang, he is indeed a talented person, and he is unparalleled."

Immediately afterwards, the pope cast his eyes on Henry Zhang again, showing admiration, and this time he spoke in Donglu dialect.With that said, he actually got up and walked down the high platform.

This surprised all the clergy in the church, as did Zhang Xuansheng. He didn't expect the Pope's Donglu language to be so good, without an accent at all.

"The Pope is too honored."

Henry Zhang said modestly.

"Hahaha, I heard that, on the way you came, I don't know how many girls from our kingdom of God have fascinated you."

The Pope said with a smile, walked to Henry Zhang's side, and patted him on the shoulder kindly, like a gentle elder.

Zhang Xuansheng did not dare to let himself be confused, but he had heard from Joan of Arc that the Pope this time was a man of great talent in oriental words, and he was definitely a man of wealth.

This kind of image of elders is mostly staged, otherwise there wouldn't be so many clergymen who would be in awe of him.

"Xu is a woman from your country. Seeing Xuansheng as an oriental person, I think it is relatively new."

Henry Zhang smiled.

After some pleasantries, the pope naturally returned to the throne when the business was discussed, and all the members of the Western Continent Mission, except for Joan of Arc and Bishop Spencer, stepped down.

Looking at the radiant looks of those young people, you can tell that they can boast about this matter for a lifetime, at least for a year.

"Little friend Xuansheng, the matter is on the way. Bishop Spencer should have mentioned it to you. What do you think?"

The Pope sat upright.

Henry Zhang knew what the pope was asking about. Since he came to the west, it meant that he agreed to help them find the tomb of souls. The pope asked another thing.

At the beginning, he didn't know why he had to come to the west by himself. He clearly said that he could use the Spirit Communication to guide and deduce the location of the soul tomb in real time.

Later on the road Bishop Spencer told himself that he wanted to use himself as an absolute defense treasure

Am I, Henry Zhang, that kind of person?

I don't want to lose face as a shield envoy for you?

"I know you have concerns, little friend. I can make the decision. In addition to what Bishop Spencer said before, the Kingdom of God can also give you a hundred crystal shrimp."

The pope said with a smile.

Henry Zhang was stunned for a moment. He had heard from his master that in the far west, there was a mysterious ingredient called crystal shrimp.

Its treasure level is even higher than the eight treasures of the Jiuxiao recipe. It is said that through special cooking methods, after it is cooked, the taste is indescribable every second.

Master also only traveled to the Westland for a period of time when he was young. During this period, he caught one by chance and ate it once. The taste will never be forgotten for the rest of his life.

He has been thinking about this thing for a long time, but it is a pity that he has not seen any crystal shrimp falling out of the crack in time and space.

Hey wait, why did I think about crystal shrimp just now.

I seem to want to digress. How can I, Zhang Xuansheng, the number one arrogance in the sky, the most handsome male in all worlds, be a shield envoy for you?

"Under the Pope's crown, the tomb of souls threatens the safety of all living beings in the world, and everyone will be punished if they get it. I, Zhang Xuansheng, have an upright spirit, and it is my duty to remove the tomb of souls!"

Henry Zhang replied righteously.

Joan opened her small mouth slightly as she watched from the sidelines. She couldn't believe that she didn't let go after persuading Henry Zhang all the way. Why did she change people in an instant?

Zhang Xuansheng seemed to be aware of Joan's surprised gaze, and continued: "It doesn't matter whether the crystal shrimp is crystal shrimp or not. I mainly like the feeling of killing harm for the people!"

On the other hand, Joan of Arc wondered, could she not be as fragrant as a crystal shrimp?

She felt that her outlook on life had collapsed.

"Hahaha, little friend Xuansheng is worthy of being the No. [-] Arrogant of the Nine Heavens. His heart and demeanor are indeed extraordinary. With your help, I don't know how many soldiers will survive."

The Pope sighed.

At the same time, a group of clergy headed by the Holy Knight Commander Lancelot also bowed to Henry Zhang to express their gratitude.

They all know that with Zhang Xuansheng's promise, they will save a lot of people from dying in this jihad, and many families will be able to continue to maintain a happy life.

However, Zhang Xuansheng was thinking about how to eat these one hundred crystal shrimps in his mind, steamed, braised, barbecued and dipped in sauce

"Jeanne, let me ask you, is your crystal shrimp big?"

Thinking about it, he also secretly asked Joan of Arc through voice transmission.

Because he heard that the crystal shrimp grow slowly, and the 100-year-old ones are only one inch long. If he gave himself a bunch of small shrimp seedlings, wouldn't he just starve at them after a few mouthfuls?

Joan of Arc:

She knows about the crystal shrimp. The crystal shrimp is a beautiful freshwater shrimp, and it only exists in the Kingdom of God. It has been extinct in China many years ago.

At present, they are only raised in the holy water pool in the Holy Land. They were collected by the Pope when he was young. There are less than 200 of them in total. They have been raised for many years, and they are quite large.

She heard that His Majesty the Pope liked these little things very much, of course it was on the viewing level, after all the crystal shrimps were indeed very beautiful.

"Do you also like crystal shrimp? It is indeed very beautiful as an ornamental pond."

Joan of Arc hesitated for a moment or asked via sound transmission, she thought that Zhang Xuansheng probably liked it too.

"What are you talking about? The point is whether it's big or not!"

Zhang Xuansheng asked back.

"Is it important whether it's big or not? They're all pretty."

Joan of Arc was a little puzzled, and thought that Zhang Xuansheng just likes big ones?

"Of course it's important, the small ones are not enough to eat!"

Zhang Xuansheng felt very tired talking to Joan of Arc, and couldn't ask the key points he wanted to know for a long time.

Joan of Arc:? ? ?

Chapter 290 Seven: Jihad, Soul Tomb Coordinates

The Pope made another pre-war mobilization above, but Zhang Xuansheng didn't listen too much, he only knew that he would start tomorrow morning.

After that, he was taken to a palace to rest. Looking at the decoration and emptiness of the palace, he felt that it was temporarily vacated for him to live alone.

"Whoa-"

Henry Zhang heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

He covered his head with some headaches, before he kept Long Aotian very low-key, even when meeting the Pope, he let Qiuqiu take it outside first, and didn't let it run around.

Now that he came to the residence, Long Aotian was very curious about all kinds of things in the west, just now he wanted to study the mana energy chandelier that was lit for some reason, so it led to a tragedy.

"Qiaoqiu, take Long Aotian to eat."

Henry Zhang suggested that this would make this silly dragon more peaceful.

"Meow, hiccup~ Aotian and I have had a full meal this afternoon, by the way, boss, how did your talk go?"

Qiuqiu touched his chubby belly and said, he visited the holy city with Long Aotian in the afternoon, and ate at many restaurants. Although the flavor is different from the oriental cuisine, and there are fewer types of cuisines, the overall taste is still acceptable.

"Leaving tomorrow morning, I still agreed to help, but I got extra pay."

Henry Zhang said with a smile, still thinking about how to cook the one hundred crystal shrimp.

"Meow, bark—Boss, it can't be a crystal shrimp, right?"

Qiuqiu sucked down the saliva.

Henry Zhang was also a little puzzled, how did Qiuqiu guess it? Is my nature so easy to guess?

"What? Crystal shrimp, I want to eat too."

Long Aotian swayed and ran over, not sure if it was an illusion, Zhang Xuansheng felt that Long Aotian seemed to have gained weight.

He couldn't understand the principle at all, Long Aotian's body was condensed with primordial purple energy, why would he gain weight!

"Wait until the account arrives."

Henry Zhang said perfunctorily.

Afterwards, the two of them were told not to make any more noise, and they went back to the bedroom to get ready to rest and feel the big soft bed in the west.

And there may be a big battle in the next few days, and he needs to recharge his batteries.

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In this way, after the night passed, Henry Zhang got up from the bed with a disappointed face.

No one came to attack at night...

Alas, I thought Joan had other plans for arranging me here.

I overestimated her.

"Boom boom boom——"

Excellent hearing allowed Henry Zhang to hear a knock on the door outside the palace, and he knew it should be someone from the Holy See to inform him to set off.

Henry Zhang walked out of the palace with Qiuqiu and Long Aotian, and followed his attendants to the Cobbs Plaza behind the holy city.

For a moment, Zhang Xuansheng was shocked by the lineup in front of him.

Seeing that the large square with a length and length of tens of thousands of miles was densely packed with people.

The huge phalanxes are neat and uniform, and the clothes are different according to different cultivation systems.

Fighting Qi practitioners wear pure white sacred armor, which reflects a pale golden light under the new rising sun, and every knight looks solemn and does not look sideways.

The magic practitioners are all wearing blue mage robes and holding standard staffs. They all look full of energy, obviously they have been recharging their energy for this battle for several days.

Just looking at the number, there are at least tens of millions of people gathered. Henry Zhang roughly sensed that the weakest people below have reached the eighth level, which is equivalent to the period of crossing the catastrophe of the Nine Heavens Continent.

Although he had already overestimated the strength of the West, he did not expect them to have so many high-level combat power.

He would not think that these people were pure cannon fodder. Although Soul Tombs were all high-end fighters, it seemed that a master could wipe out countless people, but it was not.

This is because the Western training system also pays great attention to joint attack skills. You can tell from their neat military appearances that they must have a way to work together, such as the mage's collective singing.

Tens of thousands of eighth-level and ninth-level mages passed through the magic circle, chanting and casting spells collectively, and the magic power released by them would make even the No. 11-level powerhouse drink hatred.

And all the sorcerers present cast their spells together, and even the Ninth Spirit, who had fought with him before, would probably be wiped out.

Of course, Zhang Xuansheng guessed that the continuous combat capability of the western army is not enough. The powerful spells, or the fighting skills of the fighting spirit users can only be used once or twice at most. It takes a long time to recover, so I can use my own shield .

This is also one of the disadvantages of the Western cultivation system. The cultivation method of Jiuxiao Continent, the higher the realm, the longer the breath will be. If the combat power is not much different, it is possible for two people to fight for several months. Force is too fast.

And the pope on the high platform in the square is still wearing the white teaching uniform and the crown on his head, but his aura really seems to have an invisible armor on his body.

On the side, Joan of Arc was uncharacteristically wearing a water-blue crystal-clear holy armor, which seemed to have ripples flowing on it, looking heroic and heroic, with a unique flavor. Seeing Henry Zhang coming at this time, she looked back and smiled, adding a bit of charm .

"On October 320, 970, 940, three years in the sacred calendar, I, Leo Gregory, the third Pope in the third thousand and ninety-fourty, at this time, launched a holy war against the tomb of souls to end the last darkness within the Kingdom of God !"

His Majesty the Pope began to mobilize the soldiers below.

Zhang Xuansheng felt the serious atmosphere in the field, and also put away his sense of laziness. He said before that he hated Soul Tomb and thought that this organization should be eliminated.

He always felt that everything he did was going well, and he said that he was going to the Tomb of Souls, and deep down in his heart he regarded this matter as a trip.