A Unique Hunter

"My father!" Seeing his father's cold and stern touch, Moro was also shocked, knowing that according to his father's character, this time he might die a lot.

"Molo, you are one of the few children I am optimistic about. Don't bring some irrelevant emotions into your work, and as long as you make a mistake, then you must be punished." Molo's father warned. .

Moro couldn't say anything in his heart. In fact, in the eyes of the angels of the God Realm, the Bright Church is just a tool for the angels to earn money. It is not worthy of the slightest care. And humans are also looked down upon by the angels. After all, humans and angels It is not a race at all, and the humans who believe in the God of Light are nothing more than traitors to the angel race.

Therefore, these believers of the God of Light are extremely ridiculous in the eyes of the angel race. This is also the sadness of these people. Of course, these cannot be seen by the believers. After all, no matter what dimension they are in, humans are the most.

Even on the plane of the undead, the necromancers and liches of the top creatures are all humans, and the plane of the devil is the most human. Humans adapt to the environment aurora, from the plane of the undead to the plane of the devil, from the desert to the mountains, there are humans everywhere trace.

Therefore, human beings have become the target of all forces, so that the entire human race believes in dozens of gods that are not their own. Fire gods, water gods, mountain gods, light gods, and underworld gods are not humans.

Only a few of them, such as the God of Contract, are human gods, but they are all extremely weak, so the human situation is extremely strange.

"Okay, let's get ready!" Seeing Moro's current appearance, Mo Luo's father was relieved, because Mo Luo's father came from this stage. As long as it is a wise life, he is emotional.

If Moro immediately showed that he looked down on humans in front of him, then Moro’s father would have to consider whether he would take special care of Moro, because Moro’s father didn’t want someone to do nothing for some benefit, and abandon it. The daughter of affection, this will only cause harm to herself in the future. After all, anyone's life is limited, only the length of life.

Of course, Moro wouldn’t know that his unintentional actions were appreciated by his father. In fact, in the eyes of Moro’s father, normal reactions are worthy of recognition. Moruo’s actions are considered normal. If it is an abnormal reaction, Moruo His father needs to study carefully.

After taking the order, Molo put on his clothes, and then led the two guards to the basement level of the entire temple, but there was no imaginary dark corridor or mossy stone wall, but it seemed a bit luxurious. , The oak floor glowing with red light, there are exquisite lines on it, and the crystal lamps on both sides of the passage are dreamlike.

This is actually the famous Inquisition, in the Holy See of Light, only the personnel in the Inquisition are absolute religious lunatics.

"Master Anna." Molo greeted the thin old man respectfully.

Anna is the legend of the Holy See of Light. Anna himself is actually an angel. However, when he was reborn, the blood of the angel and his own blood were altered, which caused Anna to become a half-angel. Half-angel has nothing in the gods. Status, so Anna stayed.

The bloodline in Anna's body was finally found to be a trace of the blood of the ancient giant beast. Anna was a blessing in disguise. The minimum life span was tens of thousands of years. With the increase of cultivation base, Anna's lifespan still has unlimited growth space. .

The increase in lifespan and cultivation has a lot to do with one's own lifespan, just as humans should normally be 80 to 100 years old, so the increase in lifespan after cultivation is based on one hundred.

Even if Anna does not need to practice, his life span reaches thousands of years, which is almost a hundred times that of a human being. Of course, Anna's life expectancy is increased based on this.

And Anna has another advantage, that is, the growth of his cultivation, not magic elements, because once the magic elements are condensed to a certain extent by themselves, they will automatically enter the sanctuary, while Anna does not. Of course, there are no more than five people in the entire Holy See who know Anna's identity.

"Miss Moreau!" Anna stood up, very gentlemanly in reply.

Without hesitation, Mo Luo told the whole story. Anna listened very calmly. In the end, Mo Luo couldn't help asking, "Master Anna, did you know it?"

"Miss Moro, I already know what you said, but the number of people involved is really too much, and for our angel race, what we want is just enough believers, and even though our judges say they have great rights, But people want to live after all, so without the pope's order, we can't act without authorization." Anna explained, with a hint of disdain.

In fact, from Anna's point of view, the top leaders of the Bright Holy See don't care what to do. As long as there are enough believers, it is enough. As for other things, Anna is just like watching a drama.

Moro sighed and replied: "Your Excellency Anna, I think your idea is very wrong."

Hearing Moreau's more formal name, Anna also looked upright, and then asked suspiciously: "Miss Moreau, what do you mean?"

Moreau said with a wry smile: "Your Excellency Anna, you are right to see this from your standpoint. It's just that you look at this issue as an angel clansman, but your Excellency has forgotten your duty as the highest officer of the court. "

When Anna was said by Moreau, she also understood a little. It’s fine to see things as an angel tribe, but as the highest official of the Inquisition, all she has to do is to dig out the worms of the Holy See, but she will take her stand. Confused.

Moreau then said: "Your Excellency Anna, I think you are very clear, why the Holy See recruits believers? That is for the growth of our angel family, but now there are people doing bad things in the name of the Holy See, Your Excellency Anna, you still The original idea?"

Anna was vaguely angry when Mo Luo said it. Originally Anna thought it was just a farce between humans. Of course, from the perspective of Anna’s life span of tens of thousands of years, it was indeed a farce, but now it is As soon as Luo said, Anna felt that these humans were too hateful, and they actually did bad things under the guise of the Holy See. This is absolutely not allowed as an angel race.

Thinking about Anna in this way, Anna was angry and felt like a clown. Originally Anna was holding a conspiracy and tricks between human beings, and was still laughing secretly, but now that Moreau said that Anna felt that she was only It was the only clown who watched the drama happily, but he didn't expect that he was among them, and the role he played was not glorious.

In fact, Anna’s mentality is understandable. Originally Anna was looking at human jokes from the standpoint of the angel tribe. This should be true, but Anna neglected one point. The tools used by these people to do bad things are what the angel tribe values ​​most. ,Holy See!

And these people actually took things that should belong to the owner in front of the owner, but the owner was watching a joke. Anna felt that he was being tricked by a group of little people, but fortunately Anna lived for hundreds of years. There are still some in Diancheng Mansion, secretly Anna's anger has long been burning, but it did not show it on the surface.

"Miss Moreau is right." Anna answered Moreau so lightly.

Although Anna's reply was ambiguous, Molo was relieved because the angels had the pride of the angels. Although Anna was only a half-angel, Anna had a pure angel heart.

But the matter is not over here. Moro then said about his father’s decision. Even Anna was very excited about the miracle. The coming of the miracle is not so easy. Because of the plane barrier, God People in the world cannot reach this world.

Only some extremely powerful artifacts can allow people from the God Realm to descend into this world within a certain limit, and it is extremely harsh. It can be said that for every miracle, the God Realm will make a lot of preparations.

"Two hundred years, two hundred years since the last miracle." Anna said with emotion.

"I hope your Lord Anna is well prepared." Moreau said here again, his expression darkened.

Because every miracle will have life disappearing, the holy son and holy woman chosen by the Holy See every year are prepared for the miracle, year after year, some secret things are involved.

Anna chuckled and promised: "Miss Moro, don't worry, I'll get it right away."

Molo left Anna and went back to her bedroom. Molly thought about Cook and her father for a while, and finally thought of the person who will be punished tomorrow, and that she will not become An The same half-angel as Na, the last trace of blood in his body is also very different.

But there is no way to do it, because blood is not measured in terms of measurement, and a lot of blood is not recorded at all, and there is a limit to accurate measurement, now it is no more than one-72nd of the blood. It can be measured, but what about one percent of the blood?

Moreover, there are similarities in bloodlines. A slight negligence can lead to failure of the measurement, so this can't blame others, it can only be based on luck.

When Mo Luo was unable to sleep, Cook attended the reception in distress. Compared with the common people of the Bright Empire, the luxury of the noble class was unimaginable, and seemingly ordinary things were extremely valuable.

The seemingly ordinary white robe may be woven from the spider silk of the Demon Spider, and the seemingly ordinary brown leather boots may be made of the fart of some advanced monster.

The seemingly ordinary handbags may be made by the stomachs of some rare space creatures. The seemingly ordinary wine glasses are made of magic crystals with extremely high transparency. The seemingly ordinary juice is actually some kind of magic fruit in the Warcraft Forest.

Fortunately, Cook's vision is extraordinary, he can clearly know what kind of luxury is under the seemingly ordinary dress. Cook is a standard poor man on earth. There are some scenes that cannot be seen in his heart. Cook also knows the wealth of these people. The path may not be so legitimate.

Although Cook was very dissatisfied, he still had to work hard to deal with it with a smile, while Wu Mei was different. Women may be born to like to be lively, and Wu Mei spoke with the noble lady in the mainland language that was not too proficient.

"I smell the breath of the **** orc!" Very abruptly, there was a huge roar from the entrance of the hall, and the whole reception suddenly calmed down.

Cook also looked over, but his eyes narrowed when he saw Cook, because this man was dressed very ordinary, but the cane in his hand had a faint light. If it weren't for Cook's magic eye, he would not know a handle. The black cane is actually a sharp weapon.

"Damn orc, you stand up by yourself, or you want me to get you out." The big man roared loudly, and his eyes shot around. Soon the big man saw Wu Mei.

"Engel, this is not the Inquisition." The host of the reception, a bishop of the Privy Council, said coldly to the river.

"Haha, haha ​​I suspect that some of you have fornicated orcs here." Engel looked at Umei, showing a cruel and excited look.

Engels was already thinking about playing with this orc wantonly and then selling it for a big price. Thinking of the wealth such a stunner would bring to him, Engel became even more mad.

The Privy Council is actually a place where documents are processed. In the face of such a powerful department as the Inquisition, the bishop of the Privy Council in a district can't get around at all.

"Wu Mei, come here!" Cook sneered and beckoned directly to Wu Mei.

Wu Mei was a little scared. Wu Mei was not afraid of Engel, but was afraid of causing trouble to Cook. Wu Mei knew that Cook was most afraid of some trouble.

"Boy..." Engel stared and shouted as he watched Umei holding Cook's arm.

"It's fine to beat the disabled, don't hurt your life." Cook interrupted Engel's words, and indifferently ordered.

The people around were dumbfounded. They didn't see Engel bringing people here. That's the pervert of the Inquisition. You can say that as a baron. The Inquisition's are lunatics.

"Engel, this is..." the Privy Council bishop as the master quickly explained.

"Boom!" But a shocking scene appeared. The two big men who were indifferent at the door knocked Engel out with a punch, and then the two stood on the spot as if nothing had happened.

"Boom, boom, boom!" There was just a shaking voice outside the door.

"Master, I'm already disabled." A big man stood at the door and reported to Cook.

"Well, it must be something that can't be cured." Cook nodded and ordered.

"Hehe, sir, * has been typed out by me, even if it is resurrected with divine magic, it will be a fool." The Frost Titan said with a smile.

"Nothing for you, let's do what you should do." Cook nodded without saying anything.

But as soon as Cook's words settled, someone outside the door yelled strangely: "Stop, don't blame me for being polite again."

Cook froze for a moment, and then reacted, isn't this the voice of another of his entourage? After all, I haven't learned *Lu Tongyu for a long time, so the tone is very strange.

Cook took the lead to look out, and a pair of temple knights were standing at the gate, and the man who had lost a place at the gate ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ exclaimed with sharp eyes: "It's Engel!"

Everyone saw that Engel's * was shot out. The forehead was sunk deeply, and the limbs were placed there in an extremely strange posture. The eyes were dug out, and the mouth was full of blood. , Obviously the whole person has been abandoned.

Accompanied by a breath of feces and urine, the rest of Engel's entourage are also limp, but it seems not as serious as Engel.

"Who are you who dare to attack the temple personnel?" Where did the temple knights know Engel, this is a lunatic of the Inquisition, but these people also know that they can beat Engel like a dog. I can deal with it personally, so I just ask loudly.

"Huh, who beat my subordinates like this?" A thin old man walked out of the crowd. This is Anna. The very unhappy Cook who attended the reception was the first Anna decided to take the surgery. , So Engel, a mad dog, was dispatched, and Anna followed closely, but within a dozen minutes, Anna thought the best thugs became a pair of hard mud, and Anna felt angry. Now it is adding fuel to the fire, and while asking, prepare for a thunderous blow.

PS: There is only this chapter today!