Marvel King of Glory

Yi Han laughed loudly when he heard the words, and cursed at Liu Bang: "You have learned to be slick, but you are right."

Liu Bang chuckled and said, "This is not a slap in the face. What the subordinates said is true. Master, what should I do with this servant? Killed or discarded."

The people of the Tsmich tribe could not move their bodies, but the conversation between Yi Han and Liu Bang really fell in their ears, and they couldn't help but feel cold behind their backs. The two of them didn't put them in their eyes at all, and talked lightly about what to do with them.

, Torbjörn was the one who was most terrified. He looked at Yi Han and Liu Bang in shock, and his heart was overwhelmingly shocked.

What did Dracula call that human just now? Owner! Dignified One of the three ancestors of Blood Clan, would a human be the master? What a terrifying identity is this human being?

"You are going to drop or not." Yi Han narrowed his eyes, looking at Torbjörn, who was sweating in front of him, and said lightly.

Torbjörn's face changed for a while, and in the end it was as if he had made up his mind, his face grimly said: "If you fall, you will die! 17 I will take you to bury you too! Drink--"

Torbjörn let out a roar, his body swelled nearly doubled, and the scarlet color in his eyes was even better. There was a ray of darkness around him, and his clothes were blown apart. He was actually forcing it. Get rid of Liu Bang's blood pressure!

I saw two lines of blood flowing out of Torbjörn's nose. He didn't know that he took out a File-size milky cross from somewhere behind him, then bit his palm and stained it with blood. Torbjörn was not afraid of the cross's restraint against vampires.

Jesus on the cross looked incredibly hideous under the exaggeration of blood. Torbjörn plunged the cross into the soil on the ground, and a huge breath of light suddenly appeared everywhere in the manor!

A look of horror appeared on the faces of the patriarchs behind Yi Han. Only Bill and Willis were calm.

Yi Han watched everything Torbjörn did with cold eyes from beginning to end. Although it was only a few seconds, he didn’t want to intercept it too easily, but Yi Han didn’t want to be so boring, he wanted to see what else was there. Mingtang.

"Wait for death! My Zimich has already reached an agreement with the Holy See of Light. In order to prevent you from breaking in, a large-scale space teleportation magic circle is buried under the manor and directly arrives at the altar of the Holy See of Light! We are now the gods of light. Accepted people, you filthy creatures, wait to die!" Torbjörn yelled like crazy, and at the same time the white light became more and more blazing, covering everyone's body.

Not long after, the original appearance of the White Light Dissipated Manor was exposed, but no one was seen again.

In the whole gloomy manor, apart from the silence, there is only the cold wind whistling Roar...

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"Master Bishop! The magic circle has moved, and it has been activated!" In a luxurious church, a cardinal bishop is leading the crowd for a daily mass, everyone with soy milk quietly closed their eyes and looked respectful. It was such a peaceful scene, but it was broken by a harsh sound.

"Oh? The magic circle is activated? Is it from the Zmich clan or from the Lesenkui clan?"

The archbishop in red, who seemed to be bathed in holy light, slowly turned around and looked at his kneeling man respectfully underneath.

"Return to the archbishop, it is the magic circle of the Tsmich clan. I have sent someone to notify the other two bishops. Do you want to ask the Pope?"

"No, I'll look at the situation and make a decision. As for you... interrupt the Mass, turn around and get your own punishment." The red archbishop glanced at the trembling subordinates below, said lightly, and then respected everyone. In his eyes, he walked out of the auditorium.

...

"This is the space teleportation magic circle? It's really troublesome. The light magic is really complicated and has little use." The fluctuation of space teleportation was clearly caught by Yihan. When they reappear, they will no longer be in that gloomy manor. But in a dark hall.

The hall was dim and light was sparse. Only a few candles hanging on the surrounding walls were really darker than Blood Clan’s castle.

"Master Earl, what is this place?" Willis asked carefully, glanced at the surroundings and swallowed a mouthful of water.

"Hahaha! This is the altar of the Holy See of Light! You wait to die!" Tobjörn, who was lying on the ground covered in blood, laughed triumphantly. The price of breaking free of blood pressure was huge amounts of, and he was seriously injured. Behind him, a kind of Tsmich tribe was frightened and afraid to speak. Dracula brought more fear than the patriarch's.

Liu Bang felt that Torbjörn was noisy, so a dark magic was thrown into Torbjörn's innermost part, and he was muted.

Yi Han ignored Torbjörn, raised his hand and slapped a crisp finger. A fiery ball of fire appeared quietly in Yi Han's palm, instantly lighting up the whole hall.

Yi Han just wanted to see the surroundings, a light laugh suddenly sounded, and then

The light comes on, illuminating everything around you.

These lights are all magic crystal lights inlaid on the surrounding walls. A simple application of bright magic, the brightest is the lights hanging high above Yi Han and their heads.

At the moment Yi Han and other talents really saw where they were in 480. This is a large pothole similar to the Colosseum, except that the ground and walls are made of unknown metals, and there are three reliefs of the twelve-wing Angel, holding a holy sword, with different expressions.

And above the prototype pothole, three groups of people appeared at the edge of the potholebo, looking down at them condescendingly.

The three cardinals!

Not only them, there are also many Vatican exorcists standing beside them, holding various weapons with a faint sacred wave surrounding them, which are obviously not ordinary weapons.

"Torbjörn, your two clans really have some usefulness. Today you actually helped me bring all the patriarchs of the eleven big clans. This is really a great gift." The headed archbishop laughed, hiding his eyes. Unstoppable blazing heat.

Eleven patriarchs of the Blood Clan clan! As long as you kill them, you can completely destroy Blood Clan, the thorn in the eyes of the Holy See, and end the battle between the Holy See and Blood Clan for thousands of years. The position of the next Pope is definitely his!

However, it was not eleven patriarchs, but twelve. The archbishop looked at Torbjörn's eyes with a murderous intent, hiding it deeply.

"Oliver protagonist! You can count it, this time I brought not only the eleven patriarchs, but also Dracula! Dracula is here too!"

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