Are you ready to be a martyr? " The pope's gaze was indifferent and his expression was calm. "But even so, you're alone. At worst, there's a Fallen Angel and a Blood Esquire. What kind of storm can you stir?"
"You really have fallen. Now, are you an evil god or Gulli Benedict?"
What a Knight believed in and protected was the path in his heart. He could give up everything for it, and there was no need to care about victory or defeat. This was the same as the spirit of "I will go forward despite thousands of people".
"Is it important?" the Pope asked.
Yes, it was not important. Be it the Evil God or the Pope, they had both fallen.
Green Adolf did not waste any more time and pounced forward with his palms. The Pope's sleeves fluttered, revealing his withered hands, and met his palm.
The Pope's sleeves turned to dust, and the collision of their palms was not in the form of ripples, but dense waves with a powerful vibration.
Old Green's Esper Ability: Vibration!
The Vibration Esper Ability was a very powerful Esper Ability that could shatter mountains and split rocks. On a smaller scale, it could benefit women.
Although there was no strong or weak Esper Ability in the Bloodline World, and it mainly depended on the person, some Esper Abilities were powerful and lethal. Vibration was one of them. Its power came from its destructive power and characteristics. This ability could not be defended against like flames, and could only be endured.
The Pope's eight hundred square meters palace only withstood for less than three seconds. The walls cracked under the Vibration Esper Ability, and the load-bearing pillars collapsed. The scene was even more spectacular than a demolition.
The loud noise almost spread throughout the Vatican's headquarters.
"What's going on? What happened?"
"Did the Americans finally send an unmanned bomber?"
"The explosion came from the Pope's side."
"It's not a bomber. Such a powerful fluctuation. Someone is making a move in the direction of the Pope's palace."
Countless people were woken up from their sleep, and after a few seconds of confusion, they immediately determined the situation.
The fluctuation of the battle came from the Pope's side. Listening to the movement and feeling the domineering fluctuation, they deduced a shocking conclusion: someone was attacking the Pope.
So the discussion changed from the American bomber to the president of the American Superpower Association assassinating the Pope.
The European Bloodline World respected the Vatican, and the Vatican's biggest competitor was the Superpower Association. The American Superpower Association always wanted to increase their voice in the European Bloodline World.
Everyone appeared to be amiable on the surface, but they were secretly scheming against each other.
Countless people put on their armor, took up their weapons, and quickly gathered in the direction of the Pope's bedchamber.
On the other side, the Blood Esquire and the others who were watching the battle from afar wore serious expressions.
"What level does the Pope belong to?" Li Xianyu asked.
Apart from Pesce and the Blood Esquire, the others who were watching this battle were basically amateurs. They could only sigh inwardly, "He destroyed a huge building with a single move. How impressive."
If it was a battle between half-step Extreme Dao experts, he could still take a look and absorb some experience.
"He's very strong. At least he's not at the bottom of the Extreme Grade." The blood esquire thought for a moment and tried his best to explain, "Let's take the top S rank for example. Leon is at the bottom of the pack. In the battle where we were surrounded by the Dragon Knights, the S-class elites he brought with him were not the weakest. "
With that said, there was a comparison, and everyone knew what was going on.
Li Xianyu couldn't help but look at Leon. The latter revealed an awkward and impolite smile, and then rolled his eyes at the Blood Esquire. He was a weakling, but he still had his dignity.
"How long can Old Green last?" Li Peiyun asked.
"He won't lose in ten minutes," Pesce said.
The peak of half-step Extreme Grade couldn't compare to an Extreme Grade warrior in terms of stamina and stamina.
After ten minutes, Li Peiyun said in a low voice, "I'll do my best to help you. You guys handle the Pope. If things go south, retreat strategically. "
He looked at Li Xianyu. The last sentence was for him.
The Blood Esquire, Pesce, and the others had come with the intention to die for a just cause, but they weren't. He and Li Qianyu were China's prostitutes. They were just here to join in the fun and leave the rest to fate. They shouldn't expect him to sacrifice his life for the so-called Lord.
Li Xianyu nodded.
Li Peiyun heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the approaching shadows. There were hundreds and thousands of them. Probably all the Christian Church could fight.
He exhaled deeply. "Then let's stick to the plan."
They split up. The Blood Esquire and Pesce went to support Old Green, and Li Xianyu and the others were responsible for holding back the Christian Church's reinforcements. According to the headcount, it would truly be a one-hundred-man mission.
Li Peiyun jumped onto the roof of a three-story building, which was the only way to the Pope's palace.
The Knights Templar arrived first. There were about two hundred of them, and they were the first to see Li Peiyun. Their deputy commander, Messer Oliver, pointed his sword at Li Peiyun. "Who's there?"
Li Peiyun: "The one who's going to kill you."
The sword of air was unsheathed, and white light surged in the night, dazzling everyone's eyes. Li Peiyun swooped down and spun like a corkscrew fighter jet, arriving in front of Messer Oliver in an instant.
Messer blocked the attack with his sword horizontally. This decent artifact was cut in half by the sharpness of the Sword of Qi. The Sword Qi struck his chest, leaving a deep wound that went deep into his bones.
Li Peiyun wanted to follow up with another attack, but he was stopped by the knights beside Messer. The sword of air swept away everyone, and he jumped back to the roof to avoid being surrounded.
"Li Peiyun!" Messer recognized him.
In the entire world, the only thing that could cut a magical weapon in half and injure him with one sword was the Three Talents Sword Art created by the peak of extreme level in China. Messer paid the price for underestimating his enemy. He could have dodged, but he took the attack head-on.
"It's me." Li Peiyun stood on the roof and stared at the people below. At the same time, he looked at the large group of people that had arrived. His expression was cold, and his tone was disdainful. "Forgive me for being blunt, but everyone here is trash. Foreigners are all trash."
Li Peiyun's arrogant expression and indifferent tone did not match his words.
Li Xianyu was the one who had taught him this, telling him that he had to control the hatred.
Li Peiyun felt a little ashamed. He had not wanted to say it, but Li Qianyu's charm was too powerful. He frowned and agreed.
The people below were indeed angry. Not only did the other party sneak into the Vatican to assassinate the Pope, but he also said such arrogant words. When had the Vatican ever been looked down upon like this?
As the Chinese saying goes, "If I don't kill this person, I won't be able to dispel the hatred in my heart."
The powerhouses of the Vatican climbed up the wall and attacked Li Peiyun on the roof.
Li Peiyun swept out a powerful Sword Aura, forcing some of the weaker ones to retreat. He then fought with the powerhouses who could resist the Sword Aura. His battle style was very fierce. Faced with sharp attacks, he would avoid them if he could, but he did not deliberately dodge. Most of the attacks were directly blocked with his body.
Few powerhouses of the same level could break through his defense. Back in the base of the Thousand Demons Alliance, when he fought with Li Xianyu in the forest, that shameless hack could not break through his defense.
But there was no point in fighting to the death. His main goal was to restrain them. Therefore, Li Peiyun took the initiative to jump down and fight with the powerhouses of the Vatican.
"There are not many top-notch powerhouses in the Vatican. I can extend the restrain mission by five minutes." Li Peiyun made a judgment in his heart.
The Dragon Knight's torment was beneficial to them. From the looks of it, he only needed to face the pressure of three top-notch S-level powerhouses. He would definitely not be able to win in a fight to the death, but he could hold on for a long time if he fought with them.
"Ignore him. Quickly go and help the Pope." One of the top-notch S-level powerhouses led people past Li Peiyun and rushed to help the Pope.
They would meet Li Xianyu up ahead.
"I wonder if she can block it."
With that thought, Li Peiyun killed two small soldiers with one sword, avoided the attack of a top-notch S-level powerhouse, and returned to the roof. Standing at the edge, he saw Li Xianyu's shadow.
The top-notch S-level powerhouse who led people to the Pope's bedroom did not run far before he saw a tall figure in the bright light of the street ahead. She was in the middle of the road, holding a knight's longsword in her hand.
Without any nonsense, the top-notch S-level powerhouse pounced at Li Xianyu. Before he slashed with his weapon, he first gave the other party a mental attack.
If one's mental power was weaker than his, this attack would cause them to become dizzy, and then he would take their lives. Against enemies who were weaker than him, this move was always successful.
However, at this time, the beautiful woman revealed a pitiful expression. "Spare me!"
The top-notch S-level's heart trembled. He felt that he had slashed at the love of his life, and endless guilt welled up in him.
He could not bear to do it.
Li Xianyu's head hurt for a moment, but then it returned to normal.
"What a powerful charm. No, I can't deal with her alone." The top-notch S-level turned his head and shouted to his subordinates, "Attack together."
Li Xianyu did not panic. He cast a charm at the surging crowd. "I beg you, go back, please."
Then, a shocking scene happened. Two-thirds of the people turned around and went back. One-third of them were stunned, their faces conflicted.
The top-notch S-level was seething with anger. "Come back, all of you. Where's your loyalty to the Lord? Where's your loyalty to the Pope? "
Li Xianyu said coquettishly, "Is the Pope as good as me?"
Who could bear this? The rest of them turned around and left.
The top-notch S-level glared at Li Xianyu. "You, you bitch."
Li Xianyu stared at him. "Say that again?"
Another charm.
"I was wrong. Ptui, you're a bitch."
"Say it again.
"I was wrong! Ahhh! I'm going crazy!"
In the distance, Li Peiyun took a deep breath. "Isn't her charm a bit too much? It's like she's cheating."
Li Qianyu's charm was not normal. He had noticed this a long time ago. This doubt became clearer and clearer when he saw her facing the enemy.
According to common sense, Esper Abilities and strength were compatible. If you could cultivate your Esper Ability to the point where it could rival a top S-rank, then you yourself would be a top S-rank. There was no situation where a weakling could use his Esper Ability to kill a powerful enemy, unless he had the right timing, geographical, and social conditions.
Li Qianyu's own aura was not even S-level, but it could affect a top-notch S-level, even a half-step Extreme Grade.
Under what circumstances would such a phenomenon occur?
Li Peiyun fell into deep thought.
"This scene seems familiar." As he dodged the attack, he tried to recall where he had seen such an unreasonable charm before.
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