To Four Thousand Years Later

Something seems to be wrong with the plan. Coboga realized that something was wrong.

According to the pre-rehearsed, when she entered the door, she should see Adrian Shi guarding the nobles and priests by her side, and asked who she was with a vigilant face.

Then she can jump out at this time. Identify yourself and tell the truth about Prince Carloman's death. And let people throw Du Juanhou's head on the ground. Immediately afterwards, the few soils brought by the church and the personal guards of the nobles would fight each other with the people they brought, and finally the Pope forced himself away.

This is the script that was originally arranged. In this way, I will be killed by myself, and the authority and power of the pope will be established; Du Juanhou will be silenced, and no one will think that I have any connection with the pope. Perhaps after that, Adrian I will have any arrangements. But that has nothing to do with Coboga. But what about these people? and. Cobojia shifted his gaze to the crowd, and saw several people who should have died, and those who were not on the list but were killed. She fell silent, feeling her throat seemed to be blocked by something. An ominous premonition steamed up in his body, Coboga felt his stomach start to open with panic and tension, and a burning discomfort came from his throat.

"Coboga loose?

Hearing this, the nobles on the other side were startled. Some immediately looked up. If you look at her carefully, the more you look at her, the more familiar she looks. As soon as Coboga uttered a sound, he froze. Should I say yes, or no?

She suddenly turned her head to look at Pope Adrian I, but did not receive any signal. He even staggered his eyes and looked at the people in white clothes around him as if he didn't recognize himself. Goboja suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Watching her expression change, the assassins behind him disguised as a band were obviously more professional than the people Adrian Shi had hired.

"One! Two! Three!" They didn't hesitate. Almost at the same time, the hand wits are biased. Shout in unison and pull the trigger at the men in white!

Countless arrows were fired, and the sound of a spring firing was like a buzzer.

Nearly one-third of the shot hit the person. Half of the men in white fell in just one round. The remaining arrows scattered across the corpse or the floor, like weeds left in a field after a storm. Gobojia turned around and ran without hesitation, and when she was almost at the gate, she said loudly: "Get out! Duao!" She hid under the protection of the men in white, trying to use their tall bodies as a wall. Protect yourself from the previous rain escape.

It was a silver-white arrow like jade. Arrows from nowhere directly pierced her left calf, causing Coboga to stagger and kneel on the ground.

She screamed in pain, trying to support her body. But that was already a luxury.

The places hit by the arrows began to fester rapidly. The skin of her fair calf turned purple-black visibly to the naked eye, swelled and then collapsed and wrinkled, the muscle group around the arrow **** radius seemed to melt like Qi, and black pus and blood flowed down meowingly.

What kind of poison is this?

Seeing this scene, the nobles and priests were stunned. One arrow pierced Coboga's lung, another pierced her thigh. Then her front, between her ears and nose, her shoulders. Finally, an arrow shot into her wailing mouth, pierced the back of her neck, and drove into the ground. The people in black showed no mercy or hesitation, and pulled the triggers of the snakeheads one by one to prevent the arrows from colliding with each other in the air and losing their kinetic energy.

"one two three!

They shouted in unison, like singing a magnificent epic, the sound waves turned into a tide: "One! Two! Three!" They immediately shot again, chased half of the people out, and shot at the white-clothed people who had fled into the yard. The second round of volley. But after leaving the narrow hall, they did not kill again this round. They raised their arms and shouted in unison: "Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty! Long live Your Majesty! "The people in white clothes were frightened and fled.

In fact, there were only two real professional assassins—and they both escaped when the chandelier was knocked over. These masked men in white clothes are just priests and knights who are stronger, good at science and have killed people.

They were brought into the city together in the convoy of goods, and hid in the courtyard. They stayed until after dark before they emerged from the rice vat, just like King Solomon's golden bulls and sheep. According to the plan, they first shot down the chandelier from the outside of the castle, then sneaked into the castle in the dark, and killed the few guards in the castle with their numbers and physical advantages. Compared to the men in black who are professional killers, they are complete amateurs. Although he had a weapon in his hand, he didn't have the courage to fight to the death in his heart, and there were no white-clothed men who could fight against the extreme. After three salvos, only T Ba was left alive. They scattered and fled, the noise in the city gradually became louder, but the gothic people in black did not continue to chase them but returned to the hall. People with weapons and people with bows gathered and pointed at the nobles and priests again.

"No one will bother us now

The leader grinned and looked at Adrian Shi: "I guess I can't kill you.

"nature.

Only then did the pope speak, and said flatly. But his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his expression was no longer as natural as before. At this moment, a second arrow shot out of the window. According to the day, the jade-like silver-white arrow is as swift as a meteor and as silent as moonlight. The target is Pope Adrian's forehead! But the pope's eyes immediately released a blazing radiance, and the extremely blazing golden fire ignited in his pupils, and the surrounding air seemed to be a little hotter.

The arrow stopped suddenly in front of him, burst into flames, and disappeared—but I still wanted to try. The leader just shook his head and said regretfully: "It seems that it is really impossible. Then we will go, Your Excellency. May the wisdom of Solomon accompany you until you die." He cut off Coboga's head cut off the arrow buried in the ground, and threw it to his subordinates. As for the heads of Du Juanhou and his relatives. then no one is interested. Just like Pope Pan watched them retreat in silence, the light ball above his head gradually went out, and he didn't say a word. The people around gradually calmed down from their panic, and the whole air was filled with a wet, greasy, salty smell.

Gradually, they turned their suspicious eyes to Adrian Shi. The nobles slowly dispersed, and a few gangs got together and escaped from the castle that had lost its owner. The priests and riders could obviously leave without permission.

They watched the Pope helplessly and silently, waiting for him to say something like "Let's run away". Although none of them suffered any injuries, they looked like a group of hounds with their tails between their legs.

"In the name of King Solomon," the Pope finally said in a hoarse and tired voice, "take away our brother and bury our Marquis. It is time to leave this cursed land.