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

Holy messenger Roja, tonight became the light in the hearts of all mother goddess believers.

He is the Redeemer, the grace of the Mother Goddess for her desperate children, and the Punisher, the thunder and lightning that judges all those who blaspheme the Mother Goddess.

In the Eastern District of Leinster, the believers who were not afraid of death were red-eyed and started an unbelievable counter-offensive across the board. The front of the black armored soldiers and the black priests was destroyed as if they were devastated, and the shouts of killing shook the whole city.

Beside the black-haired boy, the most elite mother goddesses formed a guard army to defend the greatest holy messenger to the death. Bishop Bradley was red-eyed and stood directly on the huge scorpion-shaped human-head puppet. He took the lead. You know, this is his last chance.

"Mother is watching me!"

Excited fanatics roared and rushed into the crowd to launch suicide attacks. The Redemption Brotherhood's front line was smashed to pieces almost at first sight. The Brotherhood that found something was wrong hurriedly added troops to support them, but they were still unable to resist this burning flame. Bing Feng.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on! Are those mother godmothers mad?"

At the headquarters of the Brotherhood of Redemption, Bishop Santos listened to the report of his subordinates and felt like he was in a dream, and he could not understand the current situation anyway.

The Shengjie Association was still slumped during the day, seeing that it was about to die out, and even if the morale did not completely collapse at night, it was like a chicken blood. How is this possible?

"What about our Redemption Legion? How did they break through the Redemption Legion's blockade?"

Santos asked angrily, and he couldn't figure out any way to break the black army that was almost impossible to fight, but the believers who heard his question looked strange.

"I heard that it was the arrival of the holy messenger of the Shengjiehui that attracted the attention of the mother goddess..."

"Shit! The holy messenger was killed by us a long time ago, where did the holy messenger come from!"

Santos interrupted his subordinates angrily. After thinking for a while, he decided to go see the situation in person. However, as he approached the battlefield, the gloomy middle-aged man's face began to look ugly.

The shouts of killing, the morale-shattering shouts and killings came from the front almost uninterruptedly, the turbulent flow of magic elements, the screams of the believers, everything told Santos the fierceness of the enemy in front of him.

He quickly stepped onto the high platform, and the surprised man looked into the distance. He saw a black-haired boy walking in the center of the team under the sky-high firelight. Power waves emanated from his body, and the whispers of black soldiers and priests were dissolved into nothingness under the waves.

Beside him, St. Jie Bishop Bradley and senior believers in white robes were surrounded by clouds, huge scorpion-shaped puppets stood in front of him, and countless warriors shouted the names of the holy messenger and the mother goddess, Fearlessly charged forward.

"Damn, how is that possible? Do they have two angels?"

Santos stared at the black-haired boy in the team and his face changed rapidly. He was able to resist the blasphemous whispers of the Redemption Legion, and he could organize such a big battle to make all believers die. There seems to be no second possibility for this kind of thing except the holy messenger. If it is true If it is the Holy Messenger, then the Brotherhood of Redemption will have to drastically adjust its strategy.

The strength of the saints of the Saint Jie Club is not necessarily high, because the selection of the saints is not measured by strength, otherwise it will not be so easy to kill. In fact, the existence of the saints is more like a key, they can activate the saints. Jiehui's hole card, and according to Santos' instructions from above, this is the only thing to absolutely avoid.

For this purpose, they put a lot of effort into intercepting the holy messenger, but now it seems that the other party is already prepared, and one slipped in after all.

The situation must be reported to an adult immediately.

Thinking like this, Santos angrily glanced in Roja's direction, and left the front line with the majestic shouts of the Shengjie Society.

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Bradley felt like he was in a dream.

Two hours later, when the sun rose, Shengjie stopped the attack under the order of the holy envoy. By this time, they had recovered all of Dongcheng District and part of Beicheng District, and expanded their sphere of influence in one breath. twice, almost back to before the war.

This first and only huge victory since the war greatly inspired the congregation and saved Bradley, who was on the verge of life and death, and Roja also completely became a member of the Leinster St. Jay Society in this battle. leader.

The black-haired boy looked at the cheering crowd and remained silent. When things developed here, the infiltration mission was basically a complete success. Now whoever dares to question Roja, the believers will help him to smash each other's bones to ashes without him.

Of course, in addition to completely mastering the Shengjie Society, Roja has a second consideration, which is to make a big move to attract everyone's attention.

Whether it is the legion and students in St. Freya College, or Lilian who may be in the city, Roja needs them to discover himself before talking about other things, especially the latter, finding senior is now his first goal. .

Of course, in order to make a big move, Shengjie will pay a great price. Roja's [Crown] Origin Quality only provides resistance to those maddening whispers, and will not affect the black armored soldiers and black priests. The fighting strength of the Shengjie Club tonight is actually a victory with less, and it is all due to incredible morale and a fighting style that is not afraid of death to achieve such a big victory.

It's just that Roja doesn't feel bad about this at all.

If you die, you can die. Anyway, it's a cult for a cult, and it's not wrong to die.

Also, they are really not afraid of death...

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"The devout believers have defended the glory, and their souls have returned to the Mother Goddess."

The black-haired boy looked at the corpse of the war dead and said so, and the fanatics who heard the words immediately looked like they could not wait to die last night. Roja sighed for their brain circuit and waved to Bradley.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

After one night, the middle-aged man who once blocked the city gate has completely changed his attitude. He hurried over at Roja's call, looking like a flattered dog. Compared with last night, Roja now speaks a lot more casually. .

"Tell me, what's going on at St. Freya College, are there any members of the Twilight Sage Society?"

"Yes, there are two, [Scholar] Astrid, and [Guardian] Antonio, they should be waiting for support now."

[Guardian] Antonio?

Roja, who heard Bradley's unexpected name, was surprised, and reflexively thought of the gray-haired dean, but his face remained calm.

"It turns out that, but even people from the Sage Society may not be able to use it, especially when the Brotherhood of Redemption is powerful."

The black-haired boy said so, and said to Bradley, whose eyes lit up:

"Find a way for me to get their contact information, we're going to negotiate a deal."

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At the same time, Leinster South City.

In the narrow alley, corpses were strewn all over the ground, and the strong smell of blood wafted in the wind. It's not the ordinary people, but the black armored soldiers who seem to come from hell.

"How, how is it possible, don't you go crazy when you get close to them?"

The frightened believers wandered down the alley, only to find hundreds of corpses in an endless stream. The cultists walking in the sea of ​​blood and corpses were terrified until they found a survivor who was not a black armored soldier huddled in a corner.

"There are living people! Our people!"

"Hey! What the hell happened?"

"Women, women, women with black, black hair, all people, all people, hahahaha..."

The man who was found said this, shivering incoherently, and then burst into a crazy laugh. The cultists looked at their crazy companions, each one was ashen because they couldn't understand the situation.

In the block far away from here, the black-haired girl was covered in blood at this time. She recalled the information she had collected last night, and was murmuring in despair.

"Where, Roja..."