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

Victoria finished speaking in a fair manner, raised her head and said solemnly:

"Teacher, please help me, I want to bring this person back."

"..."

Regarding Victoria's request, Ponte fell silent for the second time, but this time his aura no longer flinched, but his expression became serious.

"Victoria, although I understand your feelings, you should understand the price of doing this. We may conflict with Vader early because of this, and you will also be in unprecedented danger."

"I understand, teacher, but I can't turn a blind eye to the lives of my people... Vader's plan must be his entire Heathcrete, he can't let an illegitimate son live to see his father of."

A hint of sadness appeared on Victoria's beautiful face, and the current situation of fratricide made her feel extremely uncomfortable, but she also knew that Vader had to be stopped.

Victoria didn't become Vader's enemy because she didn't understand his ambitions. On the contrary, it was precisely because she knew her brother so well that she had to stop him.

Vader's ambition is too great, to the extent that the Theocracy can't bear it. If he is allowed to win the throne, there will be a bloody storm in this world. At that time, an unknown number of common people will be displaced and their families will be destroyed.

"Since you've made up your mind, I won't say anything more. Let us, teachers and students, meet those two brats, Vader and Feld, for a while."

Facing the sad Victoria, Ponte chose not to say any more. He comforted his students softly, and he had awakened in his heart.

Looking at Locke Street on the map, Ponter secretly prayed that the environment there would be suitable for his performance, while Victoria shook off her sentimentality and prepared to mobilize for war before dawn.

Undoubtedly, around this red dot in the depths of Locke Street, the Victoria Army and the Vader Army will start a battle after many days. reverberate between.

Chapter 81 A Race Between Life and Death (3K)

Inside the monastery, Brother Crowe was tremblingly holding his sword that had never seen blood since it was cut, shivering in the small fortress built with wooden boards and furniture in front of the bed.

Although Brother Crowe is almost middle-aged and has extensive knowledge, he is a full-fledged literati. He spends most of his life in the monastery, teaching children literacy and arithmetic, and telling the nearby residents about the original goddess. The stories he taught were all he lived.

When he joined the logistics unit of the Queen's Army a while ago, Crowe felt that this was the most thrilling moment in his life. The wounded and dead would be brought back from the front battlefield every day. He had seen a lot, and when he returned to the monastery, although he was left behind, he was relieved and felt that he could finally return to his familiar life.

But he never imagined that in this familiar monastery, he would meet Shia's envoy, and then he would meet a vicious heretic!

Outside the gate of the monastery, the furious Peter had completely released his spell power. Countless evil spirits and ghosts roamed in the nearby fog. The evil breath and the wailing of the portraits sounded like blasphemy to Crowe's ears. prayer.

Crowe stared at the closed door and panted heavily, with sweat beads appearing on his forehead. He looked back at the girl sleeping on the bed, with a complex and timid expression on his face.

Lord Son, you must be fighting.

The middle-aged monk thought so, faith told him what to do, but the reality was that his body was trembling and he couldn't do anything.

After all, in his opinion, those evil transcendental beings can only be sanctioned by the Sons who descended here. Roja and Noelle are different from ordinary people in the eyes of Claude. It is not only the difference in strength, but also the difference in character. and other differences in various aspects.

Powerful but not arrogant, polite and approachable, brave, fearless, able to choose to fight without hesitation in the face of terrifying enemies, this is by no means something ordinary people can do, it is better to say that ordinary people are completely different when facing cultists. state.

Shyness and fear, submissiveness, and the courage to resist the existence of evil are hard to bring up. This is not an isolated case in this world, but a common reaction of the vast majority of people.

Noelle’s courage when facing the cultists comes from the family’s inheritance and bloodline pride, and Roja’s courage when facing the cultists comes from the righteousness and responsibility of guardianship in his heart. Although the reasons are different, they are all already in the I crossed the threshold in my heart unconsciously.

The surrender of power is not terrible, what is terrible is the surrender of the soul. The peculiar feeling that Crowe felt from the two people was the noble and unyielding spirit. He had only felt this feeling in a few people in the past. It is the contemporary Holy See and Queen Victoria and others.

"May Shia bless you both."

Sincerely praying for the two of them, Brother Crowe looked at the statue of the goddess in front of him and muttered to himself.

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Peter never thought that there would be a day when he would be forced to defend with all his strength by a source-level 6 kid.

Now that the lady with the dog was directly sent to heaven by the holy dagger, the only paintings that Peter can command are the Virgin Mary and some miscellaneous things that cannot be put on the table.

Fat businessman, stereotyped soldier, crying maid, all of Peter’s early paintings were released by him. Most of these paintings are of limited strength and useless. He can't handle it anymore.

The environment with visibility of less than ten meters, the mysterious disappearing enemy, and the dagger, which is obviously a sharp weapon of magic weapon, all gathered together, turned into a murderous intent that made Peter frightened in this dark night.

The pale man gasped, trying his best to soothe his heart.

Don't panic!It's just a kid with source level 6, so what if there are treasures?His actual combat experience and psychological endurance are definitely not as good as mine! I am the hunter, and he is the prey!

"You think you're hiding well? I've seen you a long time ago!"

Peter yelled loudly while thinking about it, trying to trick Roja out, but there was no movement in the night fog except for the screams of innocent souls. The man's dim eyes stared a little annoyed, but he suddenly felt the paintings 20 meters behind him. The defensive network has moved.

found it!

The moment he heard the message from the painting, the red light in Peter's hand shot towards the back fiercely, and the vicious spell that could turn people into blood-colored mud ran across the night and hit a figure in red gauze .

"Hahahaha! I found you! Now you know the gap between us, you little devil! You think you can defeat me with a few good things? It's just a fantasy!"

Peter was overjoyed when he realized that the attack had hit him. With a big smile on his face, he stepped closer and decided to watch Roja's painful expression before his death.

However, what he didn't expect was that he did see Roja's expression, but it wasn't pain, but a mocking smile that the plan had succeeded.

At this time, Roja was lying on the ground. In his hand was the amethyst pendant that could not be activated in the [Personal Studio] space. A hard barrier surrounded his body in the shining light and completely enveloped him. No matter how the paintings are knocked, they are not hurt.

"!"

The moment he saw that Roja was fine, Peter opened his mouth wide and lost his words, but Roja's eyes lit up like stars, full of murderous intent!

"I saw you."

The young man's voice was like an invitation letter from the god of death. In the next moment, Roja's figure disappeared out of thin air, and a strong wind blew behind Peter. Before the man had time to react, a silver short sword pierced the statue of the Virgin Mary protecting him. The rush is like a broken bamboo.

"Pfft!"

The sound of the blade piercing into the human body sounded, and Peter lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the dagger piercing his chest and involuntarily spewing out a mouthful of blood. At this moment, he finally realized that he had been tricked.