The twelve palaces stand majestic on the top of the mountain. The depth of the Aquarius Palace is filled with water vapor covering the inner courtyard. Kamiao sank into the pool like enjoyment, as if only when taking a bath, his nerves will slowly relax and appear to be lazy and graceful, which is very different from his usual cold-faced frost.

In the vast water servitude, a message from a man made him snort with disdain.

It turns out that bullying the weak and fearing the tough is human nature. Kami complained unsatisfiedly, but he had already understood Dismusk's curves in his heart. It was obvious that even if he didn't know much about the lost island, Kami knew Qiqi. The magic ring quietly rebelled, and a group of bronze saints gathered blatantly beside Saor Tochido. Dismusk was asking for trouble for the Aquila Demon Ring, but did not find the rebellious bronze saints. It seemed that he, Dismusk, had selflessly chosen a relatively difficult person, but smart people knew that the group of bronze saints were the most troublesome, and they were the enemies of the whirlpool deep in the storm. Unfortunately, this is not so many fools in the world.

After taking a bath, Kamiao put on a long white suit and walked leisurely towards the Pope's Hall.

This is normal. The Pope glanced at the message sent by Kamie himself, and then started working on his hands. The dark blue square had charming magic.

Not moving as a mountain, moving as thunder, one blow will kill. Kami said softly with a cold face and said that we are facing a real god. Unlike the warriors under the twelve palaces, they know nothing. But we understand what we are going to do! A war that can determine the future fate of mankind.

Once he took action, there was no room for maneuver. The Pope was busy with his work and replied without raising his head.

Kamiao frowned and remained silent.

If we don't do anything, we will spend the rest of our life enslaved. Sure enough, the Pope still has some more words.

The Pope put down his movements and suddenly stood up and took a sharp blade from the counter sword stand behind him. With a crisp sound, the sword slowly came out of the scabbard. If Dismusk or Shura were present, they might not be able to withstand the cry. This is the holy sword of King Arthur of the ancient British!

The holy sword was sharp, and the side blade reflected the cheeks of the two people. The pope's low words came quietly. I would rather die with the sword than kneel down and beg for life.

Kami was silent. He didn't expect the pope to be even stronger than he thought. He pondered for a moment before slowly asking whether the lion's fangs would stab at Saori Tochido?

The pope sat down with his sword and replied calmly that Aoria understood the honor of the knight more than anyone else. What happened sixteen years ago was his eternal pain.

What a painful realization.

But in fact, I have sent the Chief Guard Douglas to monitor.

Beachfront villa in Tokyo, Japan

The sun slowly descended close to the sea. It was almost evening and the sky was vaguely visible, but the beach villa was surrounded by fog. The tall buildings opposite were not visible from the highway outside the villa. Outside, there were no hands and no fingers. Some guards wearing red underwear and light yellow armor slowly walked from the clouds and mist. The target was the villa in front of them.

Haha, it was really a war. In the mist, a woman wearing a black high-necked cross-skirt said calmly, and black seductive stockings appeared in the mist, and black open-toed high heels crossed over the ground in summer.

Lord Mohan, do we need to make a move? Isn’t it great to be a spectator waving flags and shouting for the performers off the stage? Hiding behind Mohan, a figure said quietly.

Powerful enemies are often destroyed inside. Mohan said softly, and his eyes clearly saw the rows of soldiers wearing armor through the vast fog. He tilted his head and thought for a while, turned his head and said to the figure. What we need to do is to help her with the weak side and weaken it with the strong side. Isn’t this fun to fight like this? Wen Bai, the bat of Dizhaxing.

In the hazy mist, a purple holy cloak flashed with flying bat wings.

I understand, Lord Mohan, but the Pluto Army is still very weak now. Can Lord Pandora attract the attention of the Holy Land? Wen Bo lowered his head and said softly.

Have you, who have been sleeping for 200 years, forgotten the fear dominated by that adult?

Lord Douglas, these fogs were made by the little girl, so big of a deal. A guard said to the tall figure in front of him.

If the fog was really made by the little girl, then it would be very difficult to do this. Maybe we need to meet with Lord Aoria to act together. After Douglas said that, he walked straight forward. As the distance narrowed, the appearance of the villa gradually appeared in front of Douglas. The bright lights in the house were eye-catching. He slowly walked to the front yard of the villa, and gradually burned a small universe comparable to the Silver Saint Seiya in his body.

Everyone, prepare the battle sequence and order: The rebels will kill them. Douglas looked at the building in front of him and said, but he always felt something was wrong. The order had been issued, but he had not received a response from his subordinates for a long time. Douglas was a little surprised and looked back suddenly, and couldn't help but feel scared and sweated.

Unconsciously, the subordinates behind him were gone, and only fog was slowly growing; he didn't even know who his opponent was, and the development of the situation had exceeded his control.

Hehehe, a crisp and lovely laughter sounded in the darkness, and Douglas's scalp was so numb.

You said that if the guards of the Holy Land were lying forever here, what would the Pope, who was thousands of miles away, look like a look of demonic sound? Before Douglas could reply, a demonic sound came from the fog. Suma was heard, making people's hearts ripple and eyes blurred. After a while, a tall woman in a black evening dress walked out of the fog, with black hair reaching her waist, her eyebrows and phoenix eyes, her nose was light, and her red lips were clever. She stood quietly behind Douglas, with her right hand on her waist.

Douglas was frightened and sweated. The fog was so strange. Several elite subordinates disappeared inexplicably. A woman in black suddenly appeared behind him, silently. These things were connected like vortexes, making people fall into it, and they were very scared. Douglas frowned, turned slowly, clenched his fists, and his eyes were bright, just because the momentum exuded by the woman was as good as the Pope in the twelve palaces...

The black evening dress was in the breeze, with her right hand on her waist, her left hand gently raised, and a light bang in front of her broad forehead, her movements were gentle and charming, and her powerful aura made people dare not act rashly. Then she slowly placed her hands on two red lips burning with passionate kissing desire, her fingers slowly let go, and a breath was blown gently

Lightningkiss

In the distance, at the top of the Weiming Building, Dismusk was silently admiring a lightning-like fireworks.

Lord Dismusk, don't we need to save him? A paladin behind him asked naughtyly.

Douglas once offended me, but what decision would my loyal Knights make? Dismusk smiled leisurely and turned around.

My sword is your sword! The knight kneels down and bows to his knees.
Chapter completed!