The Mercenary War God of the City

"I, we're all right..."

When Emperor Xiao Qing looked at Xu Yanping and Li Xin'er, the two women's faces flushed, and they quickly lowered their heads not to look at Emperor Xiao Qing.

When they didn't see Emperor Xiao Qing, they always wanted to get close to Emperor Xiao Qing to take a look at him. When they really saw Emperor Xiao Qing, they were shy in their hearts and did not dare to look up at him.

Li Tiancheng helplessly covered his face on one side, his sister was really embarrassed and lost home.

"Just fine."

Emperor Xiao Qing's voice was as soft as jade, and while smiling, he left with Xiao Wu.

When he was far away, Xu Yanping and Li Xin'er raised their heads and looked at the backs of him and Xiao Wu with disappointed faces, "It's a pity, if there are not too many people, I will definitely talk to him."

Li Xin'er shook her head with regret, but forgot that she didn't even dare to raise her head just now.

"Stop making trouble, go back quickly, you girl, what are you doing in the East China Sea by yourself?" Li Tiancheng sighed helplessly, "Moreover, the prince is often not in the East China Sea. Even if you keep it, it's useless."

"I just like Donghai, I want to be here."

Li Xin'er raised her head, with a stubborn look on her small face.

"Okay, be careful yourself."

Li Tiancheng had no choice but to rub Li Xin'er's small head.

How can I not understand in my heart that this little girl admires the prince in her heart, but she also knows that it is absolutely impossible to have anything to do with the prince, it's just the little girl's mind.

After waiting for a long time, everything will change if you really run into someone you like.

Xiao Qi put away all the ashes on the ground by hand, let people encapsulate it, and used a special plane to send it to the headquarters of Bright Force non-stop.

A day later, a fighter plane whizzed past the small country where the Light Force was located, and then a package was dropped.

"Look at it, did someone give us a treasure?"

"My God, it shouldn't be a bomb."

"..."

The soldiers who were training with the original weapon blades had their faces changed a lot, and they habitually looked for places to hide.

"You are all standing. As a knight of the power of light, you must have a fearless spirit, just a package. What is there to be afraid of." It is a paladin of the Church of Light who is responsible for teaching this.

While he was shouting angrily, his figure rose into the air, directly holding the package with one hand.

At the same time, the light in his hands bloomed, for fear of explosives.

But, fortunately, the tentacles are a bit cold, like a porcelain jar.

Not explosives.

He fell to the ground and removed the outer packaging from the package, revealing a clay jar with a seal attached to it, and Oriental characters written in very beautiful lines.

"Who knows how to read oriental characters, come and have a look."

He shouted to the person under his hand.

"I know."

Someone stepped forward to take a closer look, and suddenly his complexion changed greatly, and he tremblingly did not dare to speak.

"Write what?"

The Paladin stared at the guy.

"This..."

The guy's face changed slightly, but he didn't dare to conceal it, and said in a low voice, "Thousands of miles give away the head, and return to Zhao."

"What do you mean?"

The Paladin looked confused.

"I, I guess, what's in this jar may be ashes..."

The translator said cautiously, "Moreover, it is very likely that someone from our side went to the East and was sent back..."

"what?"

The paladin's face finally changed, "His Excellency the Grand Pope Harold went to the east in person a day ago. Could it be that he..."

"hiss..."

"Something happened."

He held the clay pot, and his whole person disappeared instantly.

Soon after, in the light power headquarters and luxurious palace, the pope was discussing with a group of high-level officials how to deal with the killers around the world, and suddenly the paladin came in and said, "Pope, something has happened."

"What's in a hurry? As a Paladin, don't you even forget the rules of the church?" The Pope glared at him.

"Yes, but, but..."

This guy's body was trembling, and he tried to take a few breaths to calm himself down, but the horror in his eyes never disappeared.

"What are you holding?" A great pope stood up.

"You, look..."

The paladin stammered and handed the clay pot to the great pope.

Coincidentally, the great pope happened to have done a lot of research on Eastern writing. From this look, his expression became extremely difficult to look like, "It was Harud's ashes that were sent back."

"what?"

The pope and all the leaders of the Bright Church present were dumbfounded, "How could this be possible? As the Pope, Harud, even if he was not an opponent of Emperor Xiao Qing, would definitely not be beheaded so easily."

"Yes, this is absolutely false."

The others all shook their heads with a smile.

After all, the Pope is already at the level of the Pope in the Church of Illumination. Most of the people present, except for the Pope and a few who are very powerful, everyone else is at the Pope level.

If Harud went to the east, he was turned into ashes and sent back in just two days, wouldn't it mean that if they went, it would have the same consequences?

"Let me see."

The pope instantly appeared in front of the great pope, placing a hand on the clay pot, and a holy light burst out.

boom!

Then, a picture appeared in his mind, which was exactly how Harud had exploded.

"hiss..."

Opened his eyes, his face was full of pain, "It is Harud, he has been taken away by the gods."

"what!"

"Why? How could Harold have an accident so soon."

"Is the dragon king Xiao Qingdi really so powerful?"

"..."

Everyone was shocked.

"There is still a different breath on it." The great pope holding the clay pot felt a bit, and quickly said to the pope, "Your Majesty, can you see if there is the breath of the Scepter of Light?"

"what."

Pope Guangming’s face changed drastically, one hand was placed on it again, and a strange sensation immediately spread to his heart. He figured it out that this was the scepter of light that he had held for countless years in the Church of Guangming.

He had hardly used this scepter, and it was one of the representatives of the status of the Pope of Light.

This time, if it weren't for Harud's request, he would never have loaned it to the other party.

However, the Scepter of Light, together with Harud, turned into powder...

"Do not..."

Boom boom boom!

At this moment, even the old man, Pope Guangming, roared, and a terrifying aura broke out all over his body, "Dragon King Xiao Qingdi, my Guangming Church is at odds with you..."

"puff..."

A mouthful of old blood came out.

At this moment, the Pope Guangming really felt like a cocoon.

The Holy Grail of Light was not taken back, and even the Scepter of Light was destroyed, and there was no hope at all.

Moreover, he can predict that the fate of the Holy Grail of Light will probably not be much better than the Scepter of Light.

"Definitely, can't let him go!"

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