Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 545 All Powers
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" The little priest in the gray robe kept pleading with tears in his eyes.

It was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old little priest. The gray robe on his body was already a little gray due to washing too many times, and some damaged places were patched up with patches. The breath on his body was not strong at all, probably just He looked like he had just developed his internal strength, and his figure also looked a little thin.

Because his arms were firmly restrained, he couldn't move, his body twisted and struggled constantly, and his legs kept kicking.It's just that his resistance had no effect on the two people who restrained him. He could only be grabbed by the shoulders and dragged away to one place.

One of his shoes had been kicked off long ago, and the other was also slung across his foot. Pieces of dark red soil were turned up on the ground due to his struggle.

While being dragged by someone, the little pastor kept begging for mercy: "I'm just a messenger, just a messenger, don't kill me, don't suck my blood."

Surrounding him was a vast and continuous plain, on which countless sharp spears were fixed on the ground, pointing directly at the sky.And each of these spears is wearing a person!From the bottom up, spear points protruded from their mouths.Some of them have already turned into white bones; some of them are rotten, and they are eaten by vultures; some of them are still intact, but they are silent and dead; The more they struggled, the louder their wailing sounded, and it didn't take long for them to lose the strength to wail, and they walked towards death amid painful groans.

This is Romania, the original piercing.

And the little priest with a look of fear and despair was being dragged by two vampires to Fort Dracula not far away.

A deep cave, dark and quiet.

Looking at the hole in front of him, the dark-skinned bald man sighed and walked straight in.

Da da da.
The footsteps were unhurried, all the way down towards the depths of the cave.

The cave was unusually quiet, there was no water dripping, no bats flapping their wings, and no whistling mountain wind.

Da da da.
The footsteps are still going down, the light at the entrance of the cave has long since disappeared, and the surroundings are pitch black, and you can't see your fingers.

Da da da.
The ground of the cave is uneven, with jagged rocks, and it is very difficult to walk, but the frequency of the footsteps is not chaotic for a moment, neither fast nor slow, neither fast nor slow.

I don't know how long I've been walking, but a faint light appeared in the darkness. The light was so weak that it couldn't even compare to the flame of a candle, let alone a torch.

Going deeper into the ground, which is unknown how deep, the traces of light became even more, pale blue, and extremely faint flames floated in the air, imprinted on the mountain wall, but could not emit a single bit of temperature, could not tell weird.

Without pausing, the black-skinned, bald-headed brawny man in black leather armor still walked step by step towards the deepest part of the cave.

Hey.

This time, the sound of footsteps was different from before. There was no slight echo, and it spread farther, as if in the wilderness. It was obvious that the cave was not as narrow as it used to be. This is an empty space!

Suddenly, countless groups of light blue phosphorous fires ignited one after another in the surroundings, like stars, surrounding the black-skinned strong man in the middle from all directions.

In the pitch blackness, amidst the ghostly will-o'-the-wisps, countless figures in black robes were indistinct, and the numbers could not be seen clearly, nor could men and women be distinguished.

"I am the Inquisition of the Christic Valkyria, Grand Inquisitor Clark!" The abrupt, black-skinned and bald-headed strong man spoke.

The countless will-o'-the-wisps around were a little scattered, but they stopped moving after a while.

Seeing that there were not many responses from around, the burly man with dark skin and bald head spoke again: "I am not here to start a war against the members of the Skeleton Cult, but to send an invitation letter."

He took out a bright red gilt invitation letter from his arms and put it on the ground beside him. The black-skinned and bald-headed man continued: "In three months' time, the holy city of Vatican will hold a ceremony of conferring gods! I hope that everyone from the Skeleton Cult can send Representatives came to watch the ceremony. Don’t worry, we will ensure the safety of your emissaries during the ceremony.”

The surrounding phosphorus fire became more and more violent, and there was even a little noise, but no one responded.

After finishing speaking, seeing that there was still no movement around, the burly man with black skin and bald head didn't say any more, just turned around and went back the way he came.

Athens, Acropolis, Parthenon.

The old man in the red robe shrugged his shoulders: "As I said, we deeply regret the death of Miss Athena, but we did not cause her death. Haven't you confirmed it? She died because of the truth." The sneak attack of the church was not done by Lord St. John."

"Don't talk about those miscellaneous things. In the final analysis, the conflict was not caused by your St. John? Without him, how could we kill each other?" The strong man next to him glared.

"We don't deny this!" The old man in the red gorgeous robe remained unchanged: "But the person who killed Miss Athena was indeed a member of the Shinrikyo, didn't he? In fact, from the very beginning, your side was not in St. John's On the hostile list of your lord, you ran out on purpose to get involved with those heretics and evil spirits, if your people didn't go into the water at the beginning, how could such a tragedy happen?"

"Don't talk about what you have!" On the throne at the front, the king holding the golden thunderbolt had sharp eyes: "Anyway, we won't let this matter go! Tell me, you came to us specially today, and why? What's the matter?"

The patriarch in the gorgeous red robe laughed: "Oh, you made a lot of questions as soon as you came up, so I almost forgot. I'm here to send the invitation letter."

"Invitation letter?" The Sanctuary King of Golden Thunder frowned: "What invitation letter?"

"Invitation letter for the Conferred God Conference." The Patriarch of Greece in the country explained with a smile: "Three months later, on Christmas Day, the Holy City Vatican will hold the Conferred God Ceremony. His Majesty St. Paul will leave the customs at that time. Under the ceremonies of the strongest in the world, shatter the void, and become a god of martial arts!"

England, Holy Land, Avalon.

"An invitation letter from the Holy See?" The middle-aged man in heavy armor stopped meditating and opened his eyes.

The white-haired old man handed over the bright red gold-plated invitation letter: "The people from the Holy See have just sent over the invitation letter for the Conferred God Ceremony. Do you need to summon the Knights of the Round Table?"

"Saint Paul." Holding the invitation letter in his hand, the middle-aged man stood up: "Sure enough, he was the one who took that step first."

After being silent for a while, he looked at the old man next to him: "Has the Holy See agreed for us to set foot on the mainland?"

"The invitation letter has been sent, how can you still disagree?" Merlin shrugged: "They are about to have a second Valkyrie. It doesn't matter whether we set foot on the mainland or not."

"That's it." The middle-aged man nodded: "Then let's hold a round table meeting."

(End of this chapter)