Chapter 655

Leaving the noisy hall behind, Margaret III led the party to a small conference room.

There are dozens of high backed chairs beside the oval long table.

St. Attila, Rafah, some old men in pale gold robes, and some old women in pale silver robes are obviously clergy who have an important position in the church, sitting on the chair and drinking tea without expression.

Seeing Marguerite III bring people in, a group of clergy slowly stand up and salute Marguerite III.

Margaret III took Joe by the hand and took him to the seat at the head end of the long table.

Joe, sitting next to Margaret III.

Such treatment

St. Attila and other clergy have big eyes.

Salian was more and more embarrassed.

In Isaac's eyes, more and more strange light twinkled.

And Conrad, Frederick, the father and son's eyes were a little red.

As for the three grandparents and grandchildren, the fact that Joe knocked down Hillman with three punches was like five thunderbolts. They were so surprised that they didn't come back to their senses. They followed in like walking corpses. After they sat down, they were in a daze.

They sat quietly for a while.

In the sound of footsteps, a few well maintained old people, who looked only in their early sixties, ruddy complexion and smooth skin, but whose eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, walked slowly through another door.

Several old people did not say hello to anyone. They slowly sat down at the end far away from Marguerite III and coughed softly at the same time.

Mata XIII waved, and a bodyguard came in and served hot tea to some old friends.

Several old people opened the cup of tea and drank a mouthful of hot tea in a neat and uniform way. Then they sat up straight, like the eyes of an old fox, sweeping Joe's face quickly.

"That's what this little guy, you think, hopes for dealing with the abyss?" An old man tapped his finger on the table: "well, since it's your choice... All consequences will be borne by you."

With a gloomy face, Saint Attila attacked the old man first: "is that Al's attitude, my lord Zoya? The whole continent is in danger. That's your cooperative attitude? "

The old man Zoya rolled his eyes: "Mr. Attila..."

Rafa chimed in: "my lord Zoya, please keep your due respect for the crown... You should be honored as the crown of Saint Attila!"

Zoya laughed a few times: "under the crown? Ah, in the face of infinite knowledge and absolute truth, there is no "Saint" or "crown"... All beings that can be dissected by knowledge are equal and balanced. "

Zoya tapped the table again with his finger: "even the so-called gods worshipped by the Church... In Al's heart, they are only slightly stronger..."

Saint Attila jumped up, and several old men in pale gold robes jumped up.

In order to defend their gods, in order to maintain their faith, several old men picked up the scepter and beat several old men of Al organization.

The limited area of the room is probably due to the existence of Margaret III and others. Several old magic wands did not use any magic or other power, and several old guys organized by Al also did not use extraordinary power.

They are like a group of ruffians at the bottom, grinning and fighting together.

Soon, the old men holding the scepter got the advantage and beat several old men of Al's organization with the well-made scepter.

Marguerite III waited until several old men were beaten to "howl" and screamed, "enough, distinguished gentlemen, even if you don't care about your dignity, you should consider it. You are all very old. How many of you have died here... The Empire of Deron will never be responsible for it."

A group of bodyguards came late and forced the old men to separate.

A group of old guys went down the slope and came back to their seats one by one.

Several old clergymen of the silver laurel church were shining with silver. In the light, some skin injuries of the old clergymen healed rapidly.

The old guys organized by Al don't have such treatment.

They murmured in a low voice, angrily took out the potion in the crystal bottle and drank it. Their injuries also disappeared at the speed visible to the naked eye.Margaret III's face was extremely gloomy.

Mata XIII coughed and took two steps forward.

Before Martha XIII spoke, Joe patted Marguerite III's hand, and then stood up with a heavy cough.

"All of you in the church, all of you in al... Please show your absolute respect to our Majesty the queen and to my great grandmother, who makes me feel inexplicable and somewhat unacceptable."

Saint Attila, Rafah, and some old men in golden robes blinked and said nothing.

One of Al's elders looked up at Joe and sneered, "if, I refuse?"

Joe looked at him with a smile.

The power of scarlet is boiling.

The power of the abyss is roaring.

In the void, a touch of black electric light flickered, and the greasy old man exploded.

The blood was evenly spread on the ground.

This elder, nothing left.

"That's the answer." Joe took Marguerite III's hand and said coldly, "no matter what form she is, no matter it's the grandmother of the old grandmother tavern, or the queen of the Empire, you, this group of ants... Must, keep, respect!"

There was a thick black mist on Joe's body.

In the fog, a lifelike Hydra emerged.

What makes everyone thrilled is that the nine huge heads of this nine headed snake are not ordinary snake heads, but nine dragon heads.

All the church staff, old men and old women, took a deep breath.

Heidra's snake head turns into a dragon's head, and the misty virtual shadow turns into a body like entity. However, there is no change in his own noumenon. The significance of this is well known to all those who have some insight here.

Doran, Hilde and MAG, shut up and stare at Joe like hell.

Al organized a few elders who wanted to burst into trouble to shut up and nodded to Joe with a smile on their face.

Santa Attila and Rafa looked at each other. They stood up and saluted Joe.

Several white haired old clergymen of Yingui church stood up with a smile. An old clergyman said in a deep voice: "Joe, Leia is a devout believer of our Lord, and you have got the saint badge of our Lord... We are a family."

Joe rolled his eyes and smashed his fist on the table.

"Cut the crap. I want to know what's happening now... What's wrong with abyss consciousness?"

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