Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End

Leinster is over.

This is the most intuitive feeling of Bradley Dennis, a thin middle-aged man with gray hair, the president and bishop of the Leinster City Branch of St. Jay's Church in the past few days.

It's been nearly a week since the Brotherhood of Redemption unleashed the unrest, and Bradley's mood has been on an almost roller coaster during this week, until now he's slumped.

Since the beginning of the alien war, the elite forces of Leinster City have been continuously recruited, and with the reduction of teachers and the sudden drop in the number of students enrolled in various countries, the Holy See personnel have been continuously transferred to the front line, and the darkness of the city has begun to shake. stand up.

Various cult organizations have been secretly expanding their forces and fighting with each other. This situation has been going on for ten years. In the past ten years, the high-level human beings are not ignorant of their small actions, but deliberately ignored tactically. The reason is also It is very simple, that is, they have no intentions and are unable to control.

After all, at this moment when the front line of human beings is in danger of death, the cult that used to be a big problem for confidants in the past has also become a disease of mange, and cases like Leinster City can be found everywhere in the entire human world.

Troubled times are the best seedbed for cults to deceive people. Nothing is more blind than the frightened masses. They are driven away like ignorant lambs, but what Bradley did not expect is that in this environment unprecedented When it is comfortable, when everyone can eat and sleep well and the power is expanding, someone actually flips the table!

The Brotherhood of Redemption, this is an ancient organization inherited from the Second Era Salvation Society. It has been rooted in the country of scholars for hundreds of years. Although it is not as good as the Shengjie Society, it has deep roots and has grown rapidly in the past ten years. , There are also many conflicts with the Shengjie Society, but Bradley never thought that they would dare to launch civil strife, which can be said to have broken the common bottom line of everyone.

You must know that the biggest reason why the high-level human beings turn a blind eye to them is that the cultists only mess around under the table, and they will not really rebel. After all, the cultists are not fools, and the aliens are not. Believe in religion, everyone has to finish the game once you put it in.

Shengjie will believe in the goddess to lead civilization to the end, and all human beings will return to the embrace of the goddess, but this end must be brought by the messengers of the goddess, not those dirty and ugly aliens. In fact, Shengjie will go to the upper floors It also did issue an order to stop the Brotherhood of Redemption.

Therefore, when the madmen of the Brotherhood of Redemption launched an offensive in Leinster City, many forces, including the Bronya Garrison Corps and the Saint Jie Society, joined forces to encircle and suppress it, but the result was beyond everyone's expectations. .

The Brotherhood of Redemption won, with a group of monsters they summoned with some strange spell.

Those were soldiers in black armor and priests in black. They were inhumane, they didn't fight during the day, but they would wander in groups at night, and they would make strange whispers, and those who heard the light had a headache. If it cracks, it will go crazy.

Under the attack of these terrifying monsters, the surviving Leinster defenders have retreated into St. Freya College, standing with a small number of students at the school and the resident deputy head Astrid waiting for help, but cloth Radley was not so lucky. After losing the first target, the Brotherhood of Redemption aimed at the old enemy of the Sanjie Society.

Now that the Shengjie Society has huddled near Worcester Castle in Dongcheng District, it is about to collapse completely, and the news from the undercover secret tonight made Bradley desperate.

The holy messenger that Shengjie would come to support was intercepted on the road.

The death of the holy messenger means that the Saint Jie Club of Leinster City has lost its last trump card.

It is not known how long it will take until the high-level human reinforcements return from the front line. The defenders in St. Freya College may be able to hold on until then, but the Shengjie will definitely be eliminated before that, and the order of the high-level council cannot be completed, they All are dead ends.

Either killed by the monsters in the dark night, or liquidated by the council, this desperate situation made this thin middle-aged man only drink to relieve his worries.

After eating another bottle of 100-year-old red wine, Bradley's face was already flushed. He walked to the window and looked at the dim block outside the castle, as if he could see the terrifying monsters crawling out of the night. .

"Dong dong!"

"Who? Didn't I say leave me alone?"

The sudden knock on the door interrupted the dark-faced man's imagination, and made Bradley a little annoyed. Exciting report.

"Sir Bishop, the holy messenger from the council has arrived!"

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Holy messenger? And a fucking messenger!

Bradley thought so angrily, and rushed towards the only Dongcheng Gate still in his hand with a large group of people, followed by the huge scorpion-shaped human-head puppet behind him.

At the moment when he heard what the soldiers said about the arrival of the envoy, Bradley was not happy, but broke out in a cold sweat. Others did not know what the situation of the envoy was, and even waited anxiously, but he knew very well. .

Holy messenger? God damn it, the Brotherhood of Redemption would be praised!

Now, 99% of them are their spies!

At the gate of the city where the torches were lit, Bradley saw the black-haired boy talking to the believers from a distance. The thin middle-aged man looked sharply at this situation, and waved his hand back and gave a loud command.

"He's fake! Arrest him for me!"

Believers in White

They rushed out from both sides, and the puppet with a scorpion body and a human head let out a weird roar, and the believers around Roja were shocked and hurriedly retreated.

No, it seems that they have any information channel, or that the holy messenger and this bishop of Bradley know each other.

Roja thought so in his heart, and couldn't help frowning slightly. According to the situation in the letter, the holy messenger directly under the council should not meet the local believers. In the letter, Bradley did not seem to know the holy messenger. The name, this is a major reason why Roja wants to pretend to be a holy messenger, but the reality has not developed as he imagined.

Before the city gate, the believers of the Shengjie Society were unsheathed, and the spells did not fire. The situation could be said to have turned sharply in an instant. However, in the face of such a tense situation, the young man did not panic. His golden pupils stared at the center. The young man asked in a cold and majestic voice:

"Bishop Bradley, what are you going to do? Is this how you treat the envoys of the council?"

"Heh, you're an envoy? Do you think I haven't seen Lord Plante? You're not him at all!"

Bradley stared at Roja fiercely. Normally, the holy envoy belongs to the council. As a regional bishop, he should not know him. What he didn't know was that he had a personal relationship with Plante, the envoy of the kingdom of scholars, because Plante was actually born in Leinster, and he sent it up at the beginning.

This coincidence made Roja's first plan fail, but since he dared to come, how could there be only one plan?

In fact, this situation was prepared from the moment Roja appeared.

Under Bradley's shouting, the believers behind him glared at Roja, but the believers in the city looked at each other in dismay. The black-haired boy raised his head slightly when he heard the words, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, his face showed A mocking smile.

"Plant? Oh, you mean that bastard who died halfway, when did I say I was him?"

"Um?"

"I am the Holy Envoy directly under the Council, Roja, Bishop Bradley, please pay attention to your words!"

Under the boy's stern voice, Bradley's eyes widened, and his cronies hurried over to whisper, and after hearing that the boy called himself Roja from the beginning, Bradley couldn't help but stunned, and an idea began to involuntarily of emerges.

Did the council send someone directly from the headquarters without waiting for him to ask for help?

No, no, how is it possible, the turmoil has only lasted less than a week, how could it be so fast?

"Saint Roja? Hmph, why haven't I heard of you."

Bradley's eyes were as sharp as knives. He stared at the young man in front of him and said in a low voice:

"Since you say you are a holy messenger, tell me, who is the director who appointed you here?"

As soon as the question came out, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the pupils of the black-haired boy shrank suddenly.

Beneath the city gate, the light of the sword is piercing, and the murderous aura is overflowing.