Peerless Sealer

Chapter 262 Come with me
"As long as the pope has a little bit of eyesight, he won't bother us. If he doesn't have that kind of eyesight, I can also try the newly acquired Sword of Light. The treasure has spirits. I will use him to sacrificial swords and start the battle. It couldn't be more suitable!"

Qin Tian said coldly, a line of white light between his fingers was as flexible as a butterfly, flying up and down non-stop.

"I understand," Li Xihe nodded.

"The intent to kill is so serious," Xia Dahan curled his lips.

"It has nothing to do with killing intent, it's purely the confidence given by the organization, let's go."

Qin Tian set up the Hunyuan Pile, spread out the ground like a black and red territorial carpet, and installed Xia Dahan and Li Xihe on it.

After getting his bearings right, Qin Tian chased after him at the same high speed along the white wave marks left by the plane that had just departed ahead.

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Vatican State, St. Peter's Basilica, the highest hall.

An extremely suppressed cough came from the hall that had been silent for a long time. A group of nuns and a group of white-robed priests outside the door looked at each other for a while, surprised that St. Peter, who was so solemn and almost dead, could make such a sound.

After a while, they all lowered their heads, blinded their five senses, and dared not listen or think anymore.

A pure golden throne, dark red velvet, an old man dressed in plain white.

These three different personnel events made the magnificent hall even more empty and lonely, and also made the uncomfortable coughing sound more faint and pitiful.

The contemporary pope hunched over on the huge throne, finally revealing some of the weakness unique to old people.

The sackcloth is barefoot, and there is no other ornament except the crown of thorns on the head.

The crown of thorns, which was originally simple but not austere, now looks a bit crude. The crown beads in the center of the withered white crown are empty, and it looks as cheap as a five-yuan earthen hat in the specialty market.

"Master Yin, it's really scary," the Pope murmured.

"Generation after generation of young masters emerge in endlessly. Looking back at us in the West, apart from the Dark Council, which still has a few superficial youth combat power, the Holy See has no follow-up geniuses to supplement."

"The Mage Tower, the Knights' Hall, the Tribunal, and the Sacrifice Hall, these four branches that have brought endless honor and prestige to the Holy See are now almost completely reduced."

"How do you say that sentence? You don't answer it. Really, it's so apt that it makes people feel uncomfortable~!"

"But the Sword of Light is a fetish that the Holy See must not be easily discarded. Even if it costs me my life, I must take it back from those young people!"

The pope said with trembling chapped lips, his faint eyes sank into deeper gloom.

Whoosh!
Cang Lang! ! !

The heavy curtains blocked all the light except for the white candlelight, and a sword blared abruptly, and a ray of sunlight persisted and stubbornly illuminated a small part of the ground of St. Peter's Basilica through the small hole in the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

There was a long sword sticking straight there, surrounded by white mist, with a long sword with three branches straight at the end of the handle.

Cloud Cong Tianjian!

The pope narrowed his eyes, feeling a familiar aura from this strange long sword.

"Reverse Blade" he said dumbly, a kind of bitterness spread in his dumbness that couldn't be vented.

He had made up his mind, but that determination was only confirmed by those three young men. Once the sword came out, he didn't dare to have any thoughts other than surrender.

"I'll borrow it for a while, and I'll return it to you when I'm done. Thank you for your contribution to saving the world. Goodbye!"

In the empty hall, there were only these words and the sound of the sword that had lasted for a long time, and the pope had a bitter look on his face, "Is it borrowing again?"

There was no reply to such a question, and in the blink of an eye from the pope, the long sword of white mist in the palace also disappeared.

Only that ray of light interpreted a transparent sun shining selflessly and innocently, adding a bit of magnificence to the Holy See.

"That's all," the Pope sighed, and called in a guard who was on duty outside the hall.

"Remove this curtain and replace it." The pope ordered in a majestic voice.

The guard looked at him in confusion, "You, what did you say?"

The Pope spat secretly, why did he speak Chinese all of a sudden?

With a majestic cough, the Pope sank his red face into the darkness cast by the head of the palace.

"How many times have I told you, practice diligently, read a lot of books, why can't you even understand such a simple night elf language? Remove this curtain and replace it!!"

The guard threw his body to the ground in a panic, and responded repeatedly!

Looking at the submissive guards who didn't show any toughness at all, the Pope also lost his temper for a while. It is true that the generation is not as good as the previous generation.

"Go down"

The shrinking back of the guard reminded the pope of his state at this time, and it also made him extend his thoughts to the current way of life of the Holy See.

He sighed, and heard the Italian youth who was neither humble nor overbearing in Florence, with more excitement than fear in his eyes.

Perhaps the Holy See at this moment really needs some old and familiar faces.

Twisting a dead leaf from the crown of thorns above his head, the Pope whispered a few times before throwing the leaf, "Bring him back."

A leaf does not fall or fall, as if a pair of wings have been extended, and it flies out of the hole in the curtain with it, turning into a ball of white light in the long sunshine, faintly forming the same limbs and facial features as human beings.

Li Nezha walked slowly on the street, he began to doubt his life and the past 24 years.

What exactly is it that you are after?
Why is it so strange to see these people who come from the same origin and the same country as me on the street, they are like walking dead, repeating boring work day after day, what's the point?

However, he is also a walking dead.
I am going to the pastry shop, serving out biscuits and cakes in the steaming sweetness, begging passers-by to taste them with a signature smile, and begging them to leave money so that I can buy food and maintenance without any accidents A day when no passion will show up.

Nezha Li sighed, looked up at the sky, and saw the little plane flying farther and farther with his extravagant hopes and desires.

"Good luck to you, and good luck to me!" Li Nezha whispered dejectedly.

In front of him, the pastry shop he had been working for for almost two years had entered his field of vision.

When you let go of your fantasy and unreachable dream, the reality and thorns are waiting for you to drill, break through, and bruise all over your body.

Li Nezha rubbed his cheeks, and finally gave himself the luxury of looking at the sky.

He didn't see the plane, nor did he see the three masters. A smiling old man hovered in front of his eyes and said in a MLM tone: "Young man, come with me!"

(End of this chapter)