"Why?"
Saint George's eyes were exceptionally pure. His pupils were blue, as blue as the sky. When he stared at others, his eyes were always filled with kindness and compassion. There was not the slightest bit of arrogance that an Alpha would have.
But when he asked these three words, his eyes suddenly became incomparably sharp, like an unsheathed sword or a loaded bullet, revealing an intimidating light!
"The Council of Truth."
However, no matter how sharp Saint George's eyes were, they could not shake Zuo Yi's will. "Father George, don't tell me that you don't know the relationship between the Leslie family and the Council of Truth."
Saint George's original name was George Adams. The "Saint" in front of him was a glorious title given to him by Pope Moses after he was promoted to an Alpha-level powerhouse. It was also recognized by the Extraordinaires of America and Europe.
However, in Zuo Yi's eyes, George Adams was far from enough to be called a Saint, because in the world of Sadeya, only the Sanctuary experts could be given the title of Saint.
Zuo Yi's answer made Saint George silent for a moment.
As the only Alpha in the Arameri family and the guardian of Newley City, how could he not know anything about the Leslie family's tricks?
"I admit …"
Saint George said, "The Leslie family is indeed related to the Council of Truth, but Wayne Leslie is still a believer of my Lord. His sin should not be judged by you."
At the end of the day, Zuo Yi was an outsider. No matter how strong the reason was, Saint George could not tolerate him killing in his own territory.
Moreover, his target was the prominent Leslie family.
Duke Leslie's death was already the limit that Saint George could accept. He could ignore Zuo Yi's behavior. After all, it was meaningless to fight an Alpha for a dead man. However, Zuo Yi must stop here.
"What I'm going to deal with is not just the Leslie family, but the entire Council of Truth."
Zuo Yi said indifferently, "Father George, you don't know what you're doing, but you have to understand that my patience is limited."
Zuo Yi did not deal with the Truth Council just because of his personal grudge. It was very likely that the Truth Council had enshrined the sub-soul of Saul, the Master of the Ninth Floor of the Abyss and the commander of the demon army.
Although Zuo Yi had nothing to fear even if Saul's soul fragment regained the strength of his main body, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for the Blue Star World if Saul opened a spatial passage to the Abyssal Plane.
One had to know that there were demons in the Abyssal Plane that not even Zuo Yi could defeat!
"Now, please step aside."
The reason why Zuo Yi spoke so much to Saint George and did not immediately attack him was because Saint George was not an evil person. On the contrary, this priest belonged to the good camp and had a holy radiance.
Zuo Yi did not mind wasting some time if he could persuade him to step aside. After all, Pritch Manor was already covered by his Spiritual Net, and he was not afraid that the people of the Leslie family would take the opportunity to escape.
Of course, Wayne Leslie could invite Saint George to help him, but it was impossible for him to abandon his nest.
Saint George was silent again and then shook his head.
To be able to become an Alpha, his willpower was naturally strong. If he did not have his own perseverance, he would not have achieved what he had today.
"Then do it."
Zuo Yi was not surprised. He said, "I won't kill you. Show me your strongest strength."
Saint George frowned.
Zuo Yi's words were extremely arrogant, treating him, an alpha, as an opponent that was not worthy of being taken seriously. Even with his magnanimity, Saint George could not help but feel a little angry.
Holding the canon in his left hand and the cross hanging in front of his chest with his right hand, Saint George looked straight at Zuo Yi and said in a deep voice, "The Lord said that the arrogant will be tripped by stones and fall into mud …"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
With this alpha's prayer, a metal box displayed behind him opened automatically. Silver pistols flew out silently and suspended around him.
These pistols were all revolvers with long barrels and intricate patterns engraved on them. They were beautiful and exquisite like works of art.
Saint George let go of the cross and pressed his right hand on the canon. He took a deep look at Zuo Yi and said, "Mr. Zuo Yi, I don't like war, but I never refuse to fight."
Zuo Yi smiled. "What a coincidence. Me too."
He reached out and grabbed the Crimson Dragon Sword in an instant.
Saint George let out a long breath, and his figure disappeared in an instant. Dozens of revolvers fired at the same time!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Silver light shot out from the barrel of the gun, bombarding Zuo Yi like a storm.
These weapons controlled by Saint George were different from ordinary guns. The bullets they fired were actually the materialization of the power this alpha had condensed in the magazine. Whether it was speed or power, they far exceeded the warhead propelled by gunpowder.
This power was called "Holy Light."
While the bullets of Holy Light flew toward Zuo Yi, Saint George's figure appeared on the right side of Zuo Yi. A golden long-handled revolver appeared in his hand. He aimed at Zuo Yi and pulled the trigger.
A larger golden bullet of Holy Light shot out from the barrel and blasted toward Zuo Yi's chest as fast as lightning.
This was Saint George's trump card.
However, whether it was the hundreds of silver bullets of Holy Light or the powerful golden bullet of Holy Light, none of them could hit Zuo Yi. They were all intercepted by the Crimson Dragon Sword in his hand.
Zuo Yi swung his sword casually, and the flaming blade swept past him. The Bullets of Holy Light were like moths drawn to a flame as they flew into the flames and were annihilated without a sound!
There were no sparks at all.
Only the golden bullet of Holy Light hit the blade and instantly turned into thousands of specks of starlight, sprinkling on the ground.
Seeing this scene, Saint George's expression became extremely dignified.
Just as he had said, he never refused to fight, and the number of battles he had experienced was innumerable.
However, Saint George had never encountered an opponent like Zuo Yi, who intercepted his all-out attack so easily.
Saint George did not underestimate Zuo Yi, but Zuo Yi's strength was far beyond his expectations!
However, the alpha's fighting spirit was not weakened because of this. He moved again, and dozens of holy guns followed him like shadows. In an instant, he changed his formation and fired again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The number of silver bullets of Holy Light shot out in the second round of attack increased, and they were more concentrated. The effect was similar to that of the Vulcan Cannon. The bullets formed were like flaming whips, slamming toward Zuo Yi.
Clang!
Saint George approached Zuo Yi at high speed. The revolver in his hand was replaced by a cross sword that he had just pulled out. He launched a surprise attack on Zuo Yi with the bullets.
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