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Remember [new] in one second! There was nothing that could be done about such an accident, so Yatis had no choice but to immediately retreat with his men and return along the original route.

As soon as they ran out, they were hit by the guards from the Earl's Palace from the side, and a fierce exchange of fire broke out between the two sides.

An Tuson said decisively: "It's too late. If you slow down, those people from the Housheng Cult will react. You take some people and go directly, and I will stop them!"

His face was red. Before he came, he had thought that they might not be able to get out of here, so he had no intention of getting out alive.

The original president of the Antu Chamber of Commerce died in the dungeon long ago, and now he is a member of the All Living Beings Cult.

Bang ~

He shot a guard in the head who stuck his head out and was about to shoot.

Artis nodded and decisively led seven or eight people in the other direction, got into the alley, and ran all the way to the Municipal Square.

His skin became pale, and his running speed became faster and faster, becoming abnormal. He turned into an afterimage, walking through the streets, leaving the people behind him far away.

At this moment, the warning had just begun, and a large number of people gathered in the municipal square, not only the followers of the Metamorphosis Cult, but also the citizens of the city who came here in admiration, as well as the heretics who were tied to pillars, waiting to be judged.

Everything looked solemn and solemn. There were nearly a thousand church troops inside and outside plus city guards. The number of guards alone was nearly a thousand.

"Evil deeds will be promptly judged, and no one will be able to escape!"

"We just need to repent all the time, examine our own behavior, and constantly admonish ourselves to do the right thing."

The pope's voice carried far away and could be heard in nearby streets. There were also a large number of people watching here.

Artis went all the way to the back of the municipal building, climbed up, reached the fifth floor, and passed through the window. It was directly above the municipal square and could see the Pope not far below.

"Who are you?"

There were other people in the room, and they were shocked when they saw Artis suddenly appearing.

Artis ignored him and jumped directly from the upstairs. Relying on the strength of his body, he drew an arc in the air and glided towards the Pope who was standing on the high platform and giving lectures at a just right angle. .

"what is that!"

The crowd saw Attis falling from the sky and commotion broke out.

"Protect the Pope!"

"Protect the Pope!"

"Protect the Pope!"

…

Guards holding knives on both sides gathered around, but it was too late. Artis had already fallen in front of the Pope and fell onto the high platform with a loud crash.

Seeing the sudden appearance of Artis, the pope wearing a golden mask was also startled. He took two steps back and raised the scepter in his hand.

A sharp blade popped out of Artis's mechanical arm, and he was about to rush forward and kill the Pope when he felt a powerful push coming towards him, forcing him to freeze in place for a second.

"The Sect of All Living Beings is so brave, they actually dare to assassinate me!"

The Pope understood everything when he saw Artis, and he really did not expect that the All-Sentient Cult would directly let people assassinate him in public. It can be described as crazy.

It seems that from the beginning, there was no thought of peaceful settlement with them, but a fight to the death.

Artis was not surprised to see that the pope could use magic. Every ancient church they had encountered before had various means, especially the great leaders, who often had some unimaginable powers. Magic, but ultimately failed in his hands.

"Die to me!"

The scepter in the Pope's hand emitted a dazzling blue light. Before Artis could reach him, white stones appeared on the skin all over his body, slowing down his movements.

Artis looked surprised. He did not expect that the Pope's magic could actually affect him. As a vampire, he could resist most magic to a certain extent.

In just a moment, he returned to normal, but the guards on both sides also surrounded him. With the sound of two gunshots, two bullets penetrated his chest, spraying blood.

Artis knelt on the ground, vomiting blood, but showed an evil smile and two slender fangs on his face.

"demon?"

When the Pope saw this, his eyes widened under his mask and he stepped back.

A guard who was slashing at Atis with this long sword was kicked away by him and fell under the high platform.

After being hit by two bullets, Artis stood up from the ground again as if nothing was wrong, dodged the attack of another guard, and rushed towards the Pope with deft steps.

"Eternal flames, let me judge this sinful man!"

The pope raised his scepter again and shouted, and the scepter ignited flames, forming a flaming spear, shining white.

next moment.

Artis was pierced through the chest by this flaming spear, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He had clearly tried to avoid the spear made of flames, but he was still hit.

As the flames burned, his soul seemed to be burning too.

"Ahhh!"

Artis screamed, clutching his chest and rolling on the ground, his body covered in flames.

"It is indeed a devil!"

The Pope said coldly, his eyes flashing with white light, like the blazing sun in the sky, constantly burning people's hearts.

Artis screamed, but the smile on his face became more and more weird, and some dense black lines appeared on his body, which continued to spread in the air and on the ground.

"what is that"

The surrounding guards kept retreating, not knowing what it was and feeling afraid.

It looked like the assassin had been subdued.

It seems so.

Suddenly, the Pope seemed to feel something, looked panicked, and shouted hurriedly:

"Quick! Get out of here."

He didn't look back and ran back. The other believers looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Just at this time.

A deep black crack appeared in mid-air, and a creaking sound like the sound of broken bones echoed in the square.

A huge black arm with long hair stretched out from the inner seam and grabbed the fleeing Pope.

This was the real terror. The square was in chaos.

Seeing this, the Pope knew that he could not escape. He used his scepter to form a spear of flame and stabbed the big black hand.

Like an egg hitting a stone, the flame was extinguished instantly, and the Pope was caught in the big hand.

At this moment, Artis climbed up from the ground. The flames on his body had long been extinguished. He looked at the people around him and shouted with a crazy smile:

"None of you heretics can escape, you will all die here!"

The Pope was grabbed by giant hands, his face was livid, he could not move, and blood kept coming out of his mouth: "You devil, you must die a good death!"

The next moment, his body was crushed to pieces, and a large amount of blood spurted out, splashing onto Artis's face.

Artis stuck out his long and slender tongue, licked the blood on his face, and commented: "It's delicious."

The crack gradually grew larger again, like a torn open wound, and a huge figure stepped out of it.

Just as he stretched out one foot, a blade-like flame shot out from the Pope's body, cutting off the arm of the giant figure.

"Why do you want to break the rules!"

A majestic voice came, seemingly coming from far away from time and space, wandering.

Just listening to this voice, Artis's head exploded out of thin air, and his body fell heavily on the high platform.