Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 47 The Nature of Faith

On the rugged mountain road, a small and gorgeous carriage was galloping at high speed.

The mountain road is very bumpy, but the speed of the carriage is very fast. The body of the carriage keeps ups and downs with the uneven road surface. It is presumed that the people sitting in this carriage must feel uncomfortable, and their buttocks will definitely hurt.

A slightly thin brown-haired boy was sitting in this carriage, he was frowning, with a bitter expression on his face.

He was not worried about the bumps along the road, nor was he worried that he was just a cook who didn't know how to make cement to pave roads or how to make shock absorbing springs.

What worries him is that he has just narrowly escaped death, and he doesn't know what to do in the future.

That was his worry and fear about the future.

After a long time, he cowardly said, "The one who was killed was..."

But his words were cut short.

"The one who was killed was Baron Leonardo." The one who spoke was a girl on the cushion of the main seat of the carriage. She was extremely delicate and beautiful, but now her face was covered with frost. Also cold.

"Huh?" The brown-haired boy was stunned.

"Baron Leonardo is dead. He was punched to death by the judge of the Holy See. He is already dead!" the girl continued.

"Then who am I?" The boy still didn't understand.

"It doesn't matter who you are, a chef, a businessman, a wandering warrior, whatever, anyway, it's not the dead Baron Leonardo." The girl's tone was a little impatient.

Zhang Ang was silent. He knew that if the girl in front of him hadn’t asked him to change into a servant’s clothes, and then arranged for others to wear baronial dresses to attract the target, he would have died, in the hands of that terrifying black man, in the light under one punch.

Zhang Ang knew that even if he had great saber skills and internal strength, even if the "Storm Pear Blossom Needle" was still intact in his hand, he would definitely not be able to stop the black man wrapped in a cloak, and he would never be able to stop the black man who was completely wrapped in a cloak. The reasonable judge couldn't stop that light punch.

This punch not only destroyed the title he worked so hard to keep, the hotel he managed carefully, and his loyal servants, but also his self-confidence as a time traveler, and his arrogance of relying on his golden finger. Knocked out everything he was proud of, making him flee like a bereaved dog.

After being silent for a long time, Zhang Ang continued: "The judge is really so strong, is there nothing he can do?"

"Yes, if it's just an ordinary judge, my father and some hidden forces in the family can barely resist, at least he won't let him kill people at will, but this judge is different." Miss Sophie explained .

"What's the difference?" Zhang Ang was a little unwilling.

"Because he is a 'Pity', his martial arts are stronger, very strong, far stronger than those ordinary judges. There are many judges in the Holy See, but only a few of them can win the title. Each of them is a master among the masters, an elite The elites in the world, behind every title, are piles of bones, every inch of blood and tears. It is not something that a declining earl family like ours can resist." Miss Sophie's tone was full of helplessness.

"If you can't resist, the strength of this 'merciful' should have surpassed the realm of a martial arts master. What realms are there behind this martial arts master?" Zhang Ang expressed his doubts.

"The internal force is perfect, the body is overflowing with internal force, and you are a master; the internal force is free to separate from the body, and you can hurt people in the air at will, you are a master; the external qi is complete, you can control the air, and you are a great master; sympathize with nature, and the internal force is endless. , is the venerable; the will of martial arts manifests, and with the body of a mortal, to see the way of the gods, it is a martial saint! The will of martial arts condenses, shatters the sky, crosses the void, and ascends to become a god, that is the martial god!" Miss Sophie's words are simple and simple , The tone is also very serious.

Zhang Ang could barely understand the uncommon French terms she used, and he continued to ask: "Then, what is the strength of that 'merciful'?"

Miss Sophie thought for a moment, and then said: "As far as I know the information, his strength will not be lower than that of the grand master, and he is probably a venerable. Don't worry, don't say that you are theoretically dead now, he will not The one who found Paris, even if he came, with the strength of the Rose Sword Academy, he can keep you."

"Then this judge can be regarded as a priest. Why do they act so recklessly and kill people at will? Don't they care about the development of believers in Luntu City at all?" Zhang Ang asked.

"What do you think the Christian Valkyrie believe in?" Miss Sophie asked back.

"Don't you believe in Jesus Christ who has become the god of war?" Zhang Ang was puzzled.

"Although on the surface they seem to believe in the Martial God who has already ascended, they are not in essence." Miss Sophie analyzed: "What they really believe in is martial arts, what they pursue is strength, and what they worship is the strong. And Christ Suye is the best representative of martial arts in the mainland for thousands of years, the highest symbol of strength, and the veritable strongest. They only believe in these things, and have nothing to do with good or evil. The strong should have everything, and they should kill the weak. This is Their creed. Those who are kind and friendly on weekdays and do good deeds are just to attract more believers, so that they can plunder their property again and again, pick away their children with outstanding martial arts talents, and let those believers be grateful."

Ms. Sophie continued to speak mockingly, "That's why they often say that they are the Lord's shepherds and shepherd lambs for the Lord. What do shepherds do when they herd lambs? Isn't it to shear their wool and eat their meat? After years of bloody plunder, Christian Martial Arts has become the most powerful martial arts sect, coercing the entire continent. Therefore, they don't care about the life and death of those lambs being herded, let alone those who do not belong to them and are free. Where's the lamb?"

Zhang Ang was completely taken aback by Miss Sophie's long speech. He thought of the luxurious sacristy cars that flowed in the city on Christmas Day, and the smiling Bishop Martin standing at the door of the church; he thought of the leader A middle-aged man with a group of children practicing martial arts, those children will become such terrible people in the future; thinking of those martial arts cheats that are sold for money, it is impossible for those martial arts cheats to be donated by believers.

Everything suddenly became clear.

After an unknown amount of time, the coachman's low voice came from outside the carriage: "Miss, the imperial capital is almost here."

Miss Sophie opened the car window and looked out. They were still on the mountain road, but looking down the mountain from the window, there was a huge and magnificent city: surrounded by tall and white city walls, with row upon row of large and small houses, noble and gorgeous The palace is located by the river, and there is a straight iron tower reaching into the sky.

Here is Paris, here is the capital of France, here is the residence of the emperor, and here is the center of politics, economy, culture, art, and martial arts of the whole of France.

(End of this chapter)