Female President's Protector

Stab it!

Arriving at Cowboy Street, Zhang Yi slammed on the brakes wildly, and a piercing sound was extraordinarily loud on the originally quiet street.

When Zhang Yi saw the people from the Temple of Death, that is, the people with the temporary codename Mietian [-]rd Group, confronting the archbishop in red, some of them were lying on the ground in a state of vigour, their berserk breath burst out instantly, and their footsteps were extremely heavy. Step by step, he walked towards the archbishop in red.

Zhang Yi's eyes, which looked like dry wells for thousands of years, were extremely dark, and his innate aura suddenly radiated.

"You're looking for death!" Zhang Yi stared at the red-clothed archbishop with his eyes fixed on him, his voice was full of rage, and his body was covered with a layer of cold golden light.

"you……"

Feeling Zhang Yi's overwhelming aura, the red-clothed archbishop's heart tightened, and he looked at Zhang Yi coldly.

Zhang Yi's footsteps were accompanied by waves of heaven and earth coercion, and the majestic aura made him unable to move his feet.

He was only at the second level, and even Ronald, who was at the seventh level, lost to Zhang Yi, so how could he be an opponent.

Whoosh!

Zhang Yi moved, and came to the archbishop in red in an instant. Before he could react, he raised his fist and punched him hard in the chest.

Click!

The archbishop in red flew upside down, and the sound of his sternum breaking was extremely loud.

Zhang Yi stepped on the ground with his right foot, jumped up, came to the sky above the archbishop in red, and smashed his abdomen violently with his elbow shining with golden light.

puff!

The archbishop in red spit out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and immediately fell to the ground suddenly.

Bang!

When the huge body landed, a trace of dust was raised.

The field returned to tranquility.

And several archbishops on the field stared wide-eyed, with disbelief on their faces.

How can it be?

This young man actually abused Lord Oswald?

And Lord Oswald didn't resist at all?

This was what they thought in their hearts, but when they thought that this young man would instantly kill their own red-clothed archbishop, their faces showed fear, and their legs trembled unceasingly.

"killed!"

Zhang Yi walked to Oswald's side, gave him a condescending look, then crushed his head with one foot, and said calmly.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

As soon as Zhang Yi's words fell, the uninjured members of the Temple of Death immediately ran towards the remaining archbishops as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Even though these archbishops were on the same level as the members of the Temple of Death, they were scared out of their wits at this moment, and in a group of 35, seven were injured, and 28 people rushed towards them.

Even if these archbishops have three heads and six arms, they are not opponents of the members of the Temple of Death.

Zhang Yi frowned slightly, came to these injured members, injected a burst of true energy into each of them, and then said lightly: "Go back to the warehouse to recuperate!"

"Master Death..."

"I said, go back to recuperate!" Zhang Yi snorted coldly, then sighed: "You are all my brothers and sisters, I don't want you to have trouble."

"Yes!"

With tears in their eyes, the seven wounded members bowed their heads.

Zhang Yi glanced at the riddled streets, with a fierce smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked calmly: "Girl, you have conquered a few strongholds now."

"Thirteen."

"How many strongholds does the Catholic Church have in Bandung?" Zhang Yi asked with a frown. There were already ten just now, but now there are three more.

"There are 31 strongholds in total, but Shura will be there soon to help." Li Xuqian said with a smile.

Zhang Yi shook his head lightly, Shura didn't have the technique of avatar, moreover, if he really met the archbishop in red, he would definitely have to fight for a long time, if he met someone with a higher level, he might be injured.

After all, when he first came to Indonesia, Li Haonan once said that Dragon God was besieged by dozens of archbishops in red in Indonesia. There were already dozens of them at that time. Will there be fewer now?

Although Bandung is only a branch of Catholicism, and it was very likely that all the cardinals of Catholicism were gathered together to deal with Dragon's Breath members, they had to guard against it.

"Pay attention to the casualties of all members, and ask them to send out a distress signal when they encounter a strong enemy." After thinking for a while, Zhang Yi said in a deep voice.

The battlefield in Bandung was treacherous, and the situation was complex and changeable.

But in Reykjavik, Iceland, in Northern Europe, it seems quieter and warmer at this time.

This is a huge and luxurious palace, full of pansies everywhere.

But the strange thing is that there is no defensive force here!

A woman who was only seventeen or eighteen years old stood on the wall of the palace, holding a snow-white Persian cat in her hands.

And outside this ten-meter-high city wall, a team stood there with a gloomy expression.

"Master, Miaomiao seems to be very sleepy!" The woman said to the woman sitting there with a slightly worried expression.

A young man sitting next to the woman said with a smile, "Wen Jing, why do you like pets so much? How nice it is to stew."

"Shangguan, if you dare to stew my meow, I will stew you, hum!"

"Okay." The woman looked at the two people dumbfounded, and said angrily, "Wen Jing, did you make trouble again while I was away?"

"No way!" Zhong Wenjing said with a shrugged face.

"San Niang, she must have gone out again to see where there are handsome men." Shangguan Fei said with a smile.

Sanniang looked dotingly at her one and only disciple, not worried at all that the Catholics were approaching the city, and said with a smile, "Really?"

"No, master, don't listen to the bastard Shangguan talking nonsense." Zhong Wenjing looked embarrassed, as if there was a kind of embarrassment that had been seen through on his small face, he clenched his fists fiercely, and glared at Shangguan Fei angrily.

"Open the door to die!"

At this moment, a loud voice sounded from under the city wall.

Sanniang suddenly stood up, looked down at the eight hundred people below, her face suddenly turned cold: "Qin Ying, tell me, how do you want to die!"

"you……"

Qin Ying's complexion changed slightly below. He never expected that the witch would come back so soon. At first, he originally planned to be one step ahead of her and enter the Demon God's headquarters as himself.

But he didn't expect that this frightening witch came back.

"Have you forgotten how the demon god punished traitors?" Sanniang on the city wall narrowed her phoenix eyes, staring at Qin Ying.

"I……"

"Tell him what is the fate of betraying the Demon God."

"Ling Chi will be executed, and the nine clans will be implicated!"

As soon as Sanniang finished speaking, chilling voices came from all directions.

"Today I brought four hundred Catholics, one hundred ninjas, and three hundred members of the assassination team. I want to see how you executed me Ling Chi." Qin Ying laughed and roared angrily.

"Is there no one who bullies me Demon God?"

"Haha, God of Death has transferred a large number of masters, do you think you will be fine when you come back to sit in town?" Qin Ying felt complacent when she thought of this.

The corner of Sanniang's delicate mouth turned cold, and she muttered to herself: "My friend, today I will clean up the house for you!"