The Dark King - Chapter 617

"Did you hear their plea when you killed them?" Dudean's voice was slow, his palms tightened as he spoke, and the pain continued to spread to the whole body of Hades. The broken wrist bones seemed to be ground little by little, which made him sweating.

"Big, my Lord, I really don't have it. Don't trust the slander of the villain. Please believe me!" The king of Hades raised his head and showed a sincere expression of pain.

At the same time, the underworld's men had already reacted and rushed over with a big drink and a knife.

Kaki and glery and others did not sit on the sidelines, but quickly met them. The sound of weapons exchange rang out all over the place and surrounded them.

"In my opinion, some people are in a complicated mood. As dudean said, it's not very useful if they go. After all, it's the headquarters of the Holy See of light, which is as good as a cloud. Let alone four high-level hunters, even if it's five times more, they may not be able to make any waves here.

After dudean finished, he did not wait for a few people to reply. He took herisa and walked slowly along the street. His figure gradually faded away from the sight of several people.

At the entrance of the mountain, two angel statues are eight meters high. Their snow-white wings are lifelike and their feathers are delicate. They are full of solemn and sacred feeling. Under the statue of an angel, eight bright Knights guard both sides of the huge mountain gate. At this moment, the night is deep. Only the sound of insects from the grass in the distance and the cooing of unknown frogs can be heard. The sound lasts forever.

Although eight knights had slept in the daytime, they still felt sleepy. Four of them had gathered around and sat on the ground drinking and chatting.

Whoosh!

A breeze passed in the distance.

One of the drinkers looked up and saw a cloud just coming, covering the light of the stars and the moon. It was dark in the distance, and could barely see a gray grassland.

A moment later, the clouds were blown away by the wind, revealing the carefully mowed grass, which had nothing on it.

"What's the matter? Old ray Another person leng way.

Old Lei rubbed his eyes, shook his head and said, "nothing. I was wrong. I thought someone had just passed by."

"Lao Lei, you've drunk too much. Who dares to come here half a night? Do you want to attack at night?"

"That is, even the dirty bitches of the dark Holy See never dare to attack the headquarters of the Holy See of light. You must have drunk too much!"

At the top of Mount uto, St. Mark's Square, the ground is as white as jade, shining white under the starlight. There are knights on the side of the square. The posture is straight and motionless like a stone sculpture.

In the temple of light above the square, there are lamps of balsam oil hanging on the pillars. The price of each lamp is the income of the ordinary people's family for half a lifetime. The incandescent flame makes the hall bright and not half dark.

Richelieu lies asleep on the bed behind the statue of the God of light, where he has lived since he was Pope 30 years ago, sleeping with his back against the statue every day. The lamp was shining on his white hair.

Suddenly, a cold wind came from the window, and one of the windows did not know when to open.

A gray figure came quietly to his bed and knelt down.

The sleeping Richelieu slowly opened his eyes, but did not get up. His voice was very cold and said, "what's the matter?"

If someone hears his tone at the moment, he will be surprised, which is quite different from his usual gentle tone, like a different person.

"My Lord, something happened to the philanders." The gray figure knelt on the ground, pressed his palm on his chest, and bowed his head and said, "according to the news, someone forced a break into the philan family and controlled the twelve elders who held the Presbyterian meeting in the philan family tonight."

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