Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Bradley looked embarrassed, his eyes wandered, and Roja didn't pursue it any further. He took a deep breath, as if to calm his anger, and then looked at the middle-aged man and said calmly:

"You ask who asked me to come, and I tell you, it was unanimously approved by all members of the council, and I was transferred all the way from Shuangjiao Port. Strictly speaking, I am a special envoy. It seems that the letter from the council has not arrived. , it's normal if you don't know me."

"Shuangjiao Harbor?"

Hearing another familiar place name, Bradley's eyes widened. It was the resting place of the envoy known only to the senior members of the Holy Jie Society. Radley had been there once when he was young, and he was one of the few bishops who knew about it. Roja came from Shuangjiao Port, so he was almost certainly a high-level person directly under the council.

Thinking this way, Douglas believed in the young man again in his heart, and Roja, who noticed the bishop's reaction when he heard Shuangjiao Harbor, shrank his golden pupils and continued to speak:

"But you don't know me, you should know this breath... This is the favor bestowed on me by the envoy of God."

The black-haired boy raised his hand as if accepting the grace of God. The next moment, a white mist began to condense in his palm. It was the terrifying freezing air from the permafrost, and it was the tip of the iceberg of the monster that once froze the land and wiped out civilization. When it was released, the believers felt uneasy, but Bradley was struck by lightning.

This is the breath of the messenger of the mother god who is sleeping in the abyss of the sea!

Bradley, who had been to Shuangjiao Harbor before and felt the breath of frozen soil, was excited. At this moment, he completely believed in Roja's identity, and at the same time, he looked at him with warm eyes.

"I know, I know! Dear Holy Envoy, I am very sorry, please forgive my previous rudeness!"

"Quick! Put away the weapon for me!"

The thin middle-aged man apologized and yelled hastily. The believers who heard the order hurriedly put away their swords and looked at Roja with eyes full of awe. The huge scorpion puppet lowered its body and retreated to the back of the crowd, while Bradley was full of fear. Face kindly came to Roja's side.

"My lord, what happened before was all a misunderstanding. I heard the information from the informant that Santos, that bastard, had intercepted and killed Lord Plante, so I was a little nervous, which led to a misunderstanding."

Santos?Probably the leader of the Brotherhood of Redemption.

Roja listened to Bradley's soft apology on the side and remained calm. He glanced at the dark urban area under the night, and asked faintly:

"It's okay, what's the situation now?"

"Uh, my lord, the situation on our side is indeed not very good..."

Bradley recounted the situation in the past few days with a bitter face, and Roja's face darkened after hearing this, which made the former's heart thump uncontrollably.

In Bradley's view, the current situation is that the building is about to collapse. At that time, the council's mission will not be completed. If he dies, whether he will live or die will depend on the energy of the envoy, so treat Luo Ya was extremely careful, but what surprised him was that when he heard that the monsters that Sheng Jie would face were black-armored soldiers and black-clothed priests operating in the dark, the face of the Holy Envoy became strange.

"Take me to the front."

After thinking for a while, Roja said the request flatly, and Bradley quickly agreed and escorted him personally.

So the large group of people under the city gate began to turn around and go to the front line. When they arrived half an hour later, the front line was fighting fiercely. They fought back with long-range spells, but there were hundreds of black-armored soldiers emerging from the night, emerging in endlessly.

That's right, unable to fight in close quarters, almost unable to advance the front line, constantly reducing staff, fighting endlessly day and night, this is the situation of the Saint Jie for a week, while the Brotherhood of Redemption can rest during the day and hand over to the monsters at night Offensive, the advantage is unimaginable.

With this tactic, the Brotherhood of Redemption defeated all forces, and the Saints were the last finishing touch before they attacked St. Freya College.

And obviously, tonight was another night of defeat.

The obvious battle situation made the believers despair, and the maddening whispers oppressed everyone's nerves. Even if the reinforcements arrived, the morale did not improve at all. Facing this situation, Roja raised his eyebrows and looked at Bu radley.

"Is this the monster you were talking about?"

"Yes, my lord."

Roja, who heard the middle-aged bishop's affirmative answer, smiled mockingly, and the next moment he stepped forward and walked out. Bradley was shocked when he saw this, but he was taken aback when he wanted to stop him.

Wait, why doesn't my head hurt anymore?

The Bishop who stopped moving felt strange, but Roja did not stop.

So on the battlefield where everyone retreated, the black-haired boy went upstream alone, gathering hundreds of eyes, his body gave off strange fluctuations as he walked, and the painful believers flocked wherever he passed. After being liberated, the mad warrior returned to calmness. When he walked to the front, his thin back was covered with starlight, and his thin body seemed to block all the city walls.

Under this miracle, Bradley was stunned, and the soldiers stared with bated breath. In the eyes of everyone, the black-haired young man raised his long sword high, and he turned his head to reveal a solemn side face, with golden pupils shining like flickering lights.

"I, Holy Messenger Roja, was ordered by the council to come to support Leinster and bring my brothers and sisters out of pain and suffering."

"Pious believers, the time for your dedication is coming. The glory of the Mother Goddess needs our maintenance. For this reason, a great miracle has come! Dirty whispers can no longer enter our ears!"

"Tonight, at this moment, I appear here, and it is the Mother God who is watching here!"

"Fearless warriors, pious protectors, please gather around me!"

The black-haired boy opened his arms, as if embracing a god. After a moment of silence, shouts like a mountain roar and a tsunami erupted suddenly behind him. The believers who had witnessed the miracle came out in groups, rushing madly with red eyes. The figure ahead.

The next moment, the black-haired boy issued an order.

"Follow my footsteps and charge!"

Chapter 290: Nowhere (2k5)

Holy Messenger Roja, tonight has become the light in the hearts of all believers in the Mother Goddess.

He is the redeemer, the grace of the Mother Goddess for her desperate children, and the Punisher, the thunder and lightning that judges all those who blaspheme the Mother Goddess.

In the eastern district of Leinster, the fearless believers started an unbelievable counterattack across the board with red eyes. The front line composed of black armored soldiers and black priests was destroyed like a tornado, and the sound of shouting and killing shook the whole city.

Beside the black-haired boy, the most elite Mother God believers formed a guard to defend the greatest holy envoy to the death. Bishop Bradley was so red-eyed that he stood directly on the huge puppet with the body of a scorpion and took the lead. You know, this is his last chance.

"Mother God is watching me!"

Enthusiastic fanatics roared and rushed into the crowd to launch a suicide attack. The Redemption Brotherhood's line was cut to pieces almost at a face-to-face meeting. The Brotherhood who found something wrong hurriedly increased their troops to support them, but they still couldn't resist the burning Bingfeng.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on! Are those lackeys of the Mother God crazy?"

At the headquarters of the Brotherhood of Redemption, Bishop Santos felt as if he was in a dream listening to his subordinates' reports, and he couldn't understand the current situation anyway.

The Shengjiehui was still slumping during the day today, and it seemed that it was going to die. It was fine if the morale didn't completely collapse at night, but it was as if it had been beaten. How could this be possible?