The Great Conqueror

But why is Arthur standing?

In the middle sat an old man, wrinkled and looking like he might fall to his death at any moment. To his right was Thomas and a handsome young knight, with a entourage behind him.

Hatilo just froze for a moment, this old man...Suddenly, beads of sweat burst out from Hatilo's forehead, as if struck by lightning, the whole world collapsed at once.

Sima on the other side is the same, his mouth is parched, this... what's going on.

The group of knights behind them was still a bit puzzled as to what was going on.

Hatilo knelt down slowly, "Hatilo, the chief priest in red coat, pays his respects to His Majesty the Pope."

Suddenly everyone was dumbfounded, and when Sima also knelt down, the others knelt down involuntarily.

Only Harlan stood there stupidly.

……pope? That old bastard is the Pope?

Harlan was brought down.

"Hatilo, you are really courageous." The Pope opened his sleepy old eyes.

"Your Majesty, please listen to the truthful report." Hartilo tried to keep his voice steady so as not to show his timidity.

"Oh? I'd like to hear, how can you explain clearly that the high priest in red will do this to a city lord who has just performed meritorious deeds by arbitrarily mobilizing the Knights to attack Dolan City?"

Benedict XV's voice was very slow, but it sounded like a bell.

"Your Majesty, I have learned that this time I came here to discuss some cooperation projects with Lord Arthur, not to attack." Hatilo said calmly.

"Oh, is that so, then you sent people to loot Feng Town and Qiufeng Town, and you have been tossing around for the past few days to help the neighboring cities."

The pope glanced at Hartilo, and immediately rushed down with a sense of coercion. When the knights behind knew that it was the pope, they were dumbfounded. Who is the pope? That is the highest existence in Mengjia. How could such a great existence appear in such a corner?

Hartilo already understood that he had fallen into a trap, that someone else was going to deal with him, and that he was going to kill the grass and root it out.

Explain, sophistry?

Things have come to this point, I am afraid that people who go to Feng Town and Qiufeng Town are hopeless. There are so many witnesses, no matter how they wash them, they will not be cleared.

Hatilo stood up slowly, "Sima, get up, the old guy wants our lives."

Simma hesitated for a moment, of course he knew why Hartilo did this, it was a dead end.

But he is different. After all, he is a member of the Harrington family. The family is different from the general combination of interests. It is blood, not to mention that he is not the mastermind.

"Hehe, Xima, why, are you still fantasizing about something? You don't know about it from the beginning to the end. The Harrington family must have given up on you. Are you still dreaming? Do you remember what you have done? Do you want me to recall it for you?"

Hartilo said disdainfully, for so many years, the two of them have done too many shady things together, and the death penalty is not one or two.

Sima also stood up slowly, and he didn't want to do this, but as Hartilo said, he had gone too far and there was no turning back. He didn't believe that the family would not know about such a major event, and he still didn't know anything about it, which was obviously a signal to give up.

"My lord, if... I will pay for my merits!"

Sima suddenly showed a cruel smile. He has committed a lot of things, but he is a Jin Yao intermediate fighter and the wealth of the empire. His strength is based on his own strength, not on power.

A palm cut towards Hartilo, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Hartilo's mouth, and he let Hartilo slash over.

But Hatilo's body stiffened. The majestic Jinyao intermediate warrior had his chest pierced. Sima never dreamed that Hatilo was such a master. From the very beginning, he didn't take the high priest in red seriously.

Hartilo grabbed Simma's heart, and the strong Jin Yao intermediate fell to the ground before he had time to perform.

Hartilo ate Simma's heart in front of everyone, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and became radiant.

"Hatilo, are you a reincarnated monster or a native monster?"

Benedict XV said lightly.

"Hey, His Majesty the Pope, it would be nice for you to enjoy your life in the imperial capital. Why bother meddling in other people's business? Although I am a monster, I prefer the life of an orc. You forced me to do so."

"It seems that the thunder demon Lucifer is about to wake up." Benedict XV said.

"Hahaha, we feel that power, irresistible power is expanding in the body, the great king is waking up, Benduma, you can't stop it, you are too weak, too weak, the era of our monster race will definitely come!"

Hartilo laughed.

"Looking for death!" Bot took a step forward.

Arthur on the side was terrified when he heard that, but luckily he hid Emma. The Snow Maiden is also one of the demon kings. I don't know who this thunder demon king is. The problem is that there are such powerful subordinates.

I have to say that Sima was too careless and completely defenseless, but Hartilo's strength is indeed strong, but judging from the beast spirit, of course he will feel weak, that's because his real power is demon power.

It is obvious that Hartilo belongs to the original monster race, but it belongs to the mixed blood kind. The monster race came up with this method in order to avoid the constant pursuit of the Holy See. The blood needed will be dispersed, but as long as the demon king awakens, it will stimulate the power awakening of part of the monster race.

Hartilo's power was awakened very early, and he had a big plan, but it was a pity that he failed at the last moment.

When Gina came out, Benedict XV nodded approvingly, the ranks of apostles never let him down.

Dealing with the monster race is also one of the main tasks of the apostles.

Not long after, big figures walked in from the door.

Hartilo was also surprised. The president of the Adventurer's Guild, the two shamans, and William the executioner of the apostles, especially that William, had the blood of the demon race on their hands.

When Mephisto, the leader of the Warriors Guild, walked in, Hartilo knew that the matter was over. He wanted to summon the Knights to kill him. Anyway, these people didn't know the Pope's appearance, but when Mephisto appeared, it meant that the army outside was out of control.

As the elder of Sima Harrington and the president of the Fighter Guild, it can be said that he punched to the vitals, and never gave Hartilo any chance from the beginning to the end.

Mephisto saw the dead body on the ground, and the anger in his heart was extremely strong. After all, Sima was a member of his family, and he couldn't reveal it because of the big plan, but with his face, Sima's life was embraced after all. It was not easy to train a Jinyao warrior. He never thought that he would die in the hands of Hartilo.

Mephisto, who had been in a high position for a long time, couldn't help but burst out with murderous aura.

Hatilo didn't care at all, "There are a lot of people, it seems that I still underestimated the cunning of the orcs, but what can you do with me?"

Hartilo suddenly spread out his bone wings more than one meter behind him, and floated up, "Old guy, when my king wakes up, you orcs will become our food. Enjoy this only happy time."

Hatilo glanced at Luyao reluctantly, it was a pity for such a delicacy, but there are plenty of opportunities.

No one moved because the Pope was there.

In the past, someone might have made a move right away, but now no one has done it. Recently, the outside of Mengjia is full of dangers, and the demon clan is also ready to move. The strange thing is that the weak pope seems to have awakened.

Benedict XV opened his eyes, pointed with the old hand, "Fold!"

bass……

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the wings behind Hartilo were torn off directly, and he fell screaming.

Nebero, who had been motionless, soared into the air, with a silver light shining in mid-air, and the big sword in his hand chopped towards Hatilo.

Hatilo chuckled, "There is really no one in the Holy See, a silver warrior can become a Grand Knight Commander, ah!"

Suddenly, Hatilo's eyes froze, and the sword that was clearly unfolded opened his abdomen.

It has to be said that Zou Liang was stunned. This was the first time he saw Nebeiro make a move. He had heard too much about the name of Rider Knight. With the name of Meng Jia's first genius, how strong is it?

Just a sword, a jaw-dropping sword.

Hartilo couldn't believe it, and stuffed the internal organs that were about to fall out. Odona, Mephisto, and William saw that Nebello made a move, and no one moved.

Obviously they knew how terrible this young man was.

Nebello Sanchez, the most terrifying genius fighter in Mengjia history.

"Nebello Sanchez." Hartilo finally recognized who the young knight in front of him was. The name was well-known, but in fact, no one really took him seriously. Silver rank, enough to tease the younger generation, and with the background of the Sanchez family, there is nothing to say about being in this position.

Everyone thinks highly of Nebello, but deep down, everyone underestimates Nebello. Everything about him is because of his surname. He has a father who is the grand consul of Mengjia.

Nebello has never refuted this point, because he is indeed Nebello Sanchez, he does have the father of a grand consul, and he is indeed powerful.

However, this is not his strength, and his strength does not need to be proved by anyone.

Zou Liang knows that Nebello is very strong, but Zou Liang has no intuitive understanding of how strong he is. As he grows stronger step by step, he seems to have almost forgotten Nebello as an opponent.

And this sword strengthened Zou Shengun's understanding.

Hartilo was able to kill Simma with one blow, although there was an element of a sneak attack, but his attack power was at least at the Jin Yao level, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible for Simma to be unable to react, the difference is almost the same.

Hartilo's body was covered with a layer of black scale armor. Once his identity was revealed, death could no longer scare Hartilo.

"Boy, you are very promising, but it's a pity that you shouldn't force yourself to stand out." Hartilo said gloomyly. There is the president of the Warriors Guild, the executioner of the apostles, the president of the Adventurer's Guild, and even Bott, the loyal lackey of the Pope.