City's Appreciation Eye

Chapter 256 Arrival of Seraphim

A flash of reminiscence flashed in Sariel's eyes. Back then, he was also in his prime, loved by the people, entrusted with a heavy responsibility by the Roman Church, standing on the top of Europe, one man below ten thousand, how high-spirited he was?

Why did he willingly give up these things and defect to the Holy See?
"Do you know how the church's angels are selected?"

Sariel suddenly showed a strange smile, tilted his head and questioned the two of them.

Ling Qingbo was completely speechless at this moment, her body was extremely weak, and she had to rely on her incomparably strong willpower to persist until she fell into a coma.

Bai Hao, on the other hand, was based on the idea of ​​how long he could procrastinate, as long as he procrastinated for one more minute, his physical fitness and injuries would recover by one point faster, which would increase his chances of winning by one point.

"How are you selected? Isn't the winner the king?"

Bai Hao replied hypocritically.

"The winner is the king? Hahaha, well said, well said, it is better to say that the winner is the king than the winner!"

A painful struggle flashed in Sariel's eyes.

He took a deep breath and slowly spoke of the long-dusted past, which was filled with dust and darkness. This was the dark history of the Roman Church.

"The so-called angel title is not just a title, it represents the supreme glory of the Roman religion, and also represents the sanctity of the rule of iron and blood."

"And angels are the most terrifying sharp blades under the pope's seat. Since we are willing to take on this responsibility, life no longer belongs to us, but to the church, and to hundreds of millions of believers in the world!"

Talking about the past, Sariel's hoarse voice was full of memories, as if he still had nostalgia for those glorious days.

"but!"

Suddenly, his eyes were gloomy and cold, and his style of painting suddenly changed. Bai Hao's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know what this guy wanted to do.

"How are angels made? The new angels must...kill the older generation of angels with their own hands!"

Sariel suddenly showed a strange smile, and said with a smirk: "Each batch of angel competitors has ten people, and the strongest among the ten people must be chosen in a life-and-death duel before they can fight with the older generation of angels. No one was spared."

Bai Hao couldn't help but take a deep breath. The Church of Rome is definitely a big deal. Just to select one angel, you have to sacrifice nine young people with great potential, and kill the old angel who has dedicated his life to the church. Is it a living Gu raising?
In this way, the most powerful person can indeed be selected to maintain the dignity of the church, but the method is too cruel.

"And I killed my teacher with my own hands. I will never forget the look in my teacher's eyes before he died."

Sally sneered again and again.Looking at Bai Hao with an extremely mocking look, he slowly asked, "How do you think Gabriel went crazy?"

Bai Haoru was struck by lightning, and his mind went blank. He never thought about this problem. It is true that Gabriel was originally crazy, and the crazy Gabriel is the ceiling of European combat power!
To be able to fight Michael in a dignified manner.

But how crazy is the secret of the church, who can know?

"He is the one with the highest fighting talent, and also the most sensible one, but he was also treated by the church as a ruthless fighting machine, fighting frantically to the point of mental breakdown. If it wasn't for me, you think... he would still be alive ?"

Bai Hao was so shocked by the questions one after another that he really needed some time to digest them.

"You're right, Gabriel?"

Sariye's expression was complicated, and he sighed and turned his head to look into the distance. Bai Hao forcibly resisted the thought of looking back, for fear that his head would be wrenched off by Sariye.

After three breaths, a refined and mellow voice sounded behind him.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Bai Hao turned his head to look, and what caught his eyes was the familiar face of a middle-aged man. He was still in a meticulous suit and leather shoes, and he was still wearing rimless gold-rimmed glasses. He was still so refreshing.

Bai Hao's vision went dark and he almost fell down. If his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, he would definitely lose control of his body in an instant like he did.

Gabriel reached out to support him, with a trace of guilt in his eyes, and whispered: "I'm sorry for the delay, I'll just deal with the next thing."

Bai Hao nodded and didn't speak. This guy came in time. He carried Ling Qingbo on his back. Ling Qingbo had already fainted, his vital signs were extremely weak, and he was in urgent need of treatment.

"go!"

He left with Ling Qingbo on his back, and Zhang Renfeng disappeared from the shadows and followed Bai Hao. From the very beginning, the two came to Daxiong City together, but one was in the light and the other was in the dark, false and real.

If Sariel made up his mind to kill Bai Hao, he would definitely pay a heavier price than imagined as he was already seriously injured.

Now only Gabriel and Sariel are left on the sidelines looking at each other from a distance. The good brothers who once fought side by side have become immortal enemies at this moment, and no one can change the ruthless change of fate.

Everything is so ridiculous.

"You came much later than I thought."

Sariel sneered, his eyes were full of coldness, he was definitely no match against Gabriel in his prime, let alone he was seriously injured now.

"The dog of the Holy See has entangled me for a long time. If it wasn't for Angela, my right hand might be useless."

Gabriel smiled gently, and stretched out his right hand. There was an extremely hideous scar on the palm, which seemed to cut off the entire palm. Under normal circumstances, this kind of injury has no possibility of healing.

However, Angela is known as Nightingale in Eastern Europe, so this little injury is really nothing to her.

"Angela... is she okay?"

Sariel's hoarse voice carried a touch of reminiscence. In my impression, the delicate and cute girl who liked to wear a white nurse's coat had a particularly sweet smile, and a slight smile could heal many people.

"She is very good, her smile is still sweet, and she is the most stable among us. This is probably retribution. It is definitely right to do more good things."

Gabriel laughed at himself, and stood with his hands behind his back, without any intention of making a move. The two masters who stood in the absolutely hostile camp talked casually like old friends reminiscing about the old days.

"sit?"

"sit."

In the end, the two of them were sitting on a bench while chatting. One of them was as tall as a giant bear. Next to Sariel, Gabriel was like a child. The contrast was huge.

"These years have passed, and the experiment has not succeeded?"

Gabriel asked casually, took out a wine jug from his pocket and handed it to Sariel, who took it, uncorked the bottle and drank it all, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Huh...what a pleasure! How long has it been since you and I had a drink together?"

(End of this chapter)