The paladins are very proud. As the strongest combat power of the holy realm and the "core" of the holy realm, they have the capital of pride. This kind of pride will not be revealed when facing one's own people, but will undoubtedly be revealed when facing outsiders.

Looking at the old man who looked for granted, Beta smiled indifferently and said, "Which identity did you requisition me? Is the royal family or the identity of the Red Magic Tower Senate?"

The old paladin chuckled: "It's up to me."

The narcissistic momentum gushed out, and Beta was shocked and felt helpless: "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen."

The old paladin laughed: "I lived in my nineties and I have seen too many people. A little guy like you who is arrogant must be disciplined. Now, go out with me immediately and use your ability to destroy the aura of the evil gods."

Beta put down the wine glass in his hand and raised his eyebrows: "What if I say no?"

"I don't mind beating you until you admit your mistake." The old paladin approached with great momentum.

Beta stood up and kicked it out without hesitation.

The old paladin held his sword in front of him, his eyes full of joking light.

If Beta's kick doesn't stop, he will definitely kick the blade.

But as a top player with extremely rich combat experience, Beta was not so easily hit.

His legs were retracted halfway through, and then a small fireball instantly made the noodles.

After a bang, the old paladin came out of the smoke. Although he was not injured, he was protected by a spontaneous light shield.

However, this small fireball made his face look a little ugly.

I was just confused. If this is not provocation and irony, then what is provocation and irony?

The arrogant smile on his face immediately disappeared, and the old paladin's face replaced it with caution.

"I heard you defeated Ilena." The old paladin looked at Beta with a very upset expression: "I thought you were taking a shortcut, but I didn't expect that I did have some skills."

This old paladin is one level higher than Ilena and has a lot of combat experience. If Ilena encounters a veneer fireball just now, she will probably be in a hurry.

"If you want to fight outside, you can let go."

"No more fighting." The old paladin waved his hand, then sat on the chair opposite Beta, and said with a beating look on his face: "If you don't help us, I'll sit here and not leave."

I feel that there is no hope of winning, and if I fail to achieve force, I will cheat. Only those old Buxi who don’t care about their face can do such things. He is sure that Beta dares not really hurt him. After all, he is a paladin, and something must happen here, and the top leaders of the Holy Land will definitely go crazy.

If ordinary people encounter this situation, their noses will definitely be crooked.

But Beta is different, he doesn't care at all.

"Okay, if you like to stay, stay." Beta smiled and said to Angel next to him: "Go and call Judy, we are going to go out for a trip, just let a big man help us take care of the house."

"Aren't you afraid that I will tear down your home?"

Beta laughed and said, "Disassemble, tear it off, even if I feel a little sad, I will lose."

Angel burst into laughter, turned around and went to find Judy, and then Beta left the main hall.

When the old paladin saw this scene, his originally proud face became a little ugly.

In the distance, Xike City.

This is the sanctuary of the Temple of Storm. Although it is not as good as the sanctuary of Light and is not as good as the newly built Wojin City in Beta, the population here is more than 500,000, which is a very prosperous big city.

On the top of the white dome high-rise building, Emma was dressed in full dress... In a short skirt, she stood on the edge of the roof and stretched out her right hand forward.

A faint breeze circled on her fingertips that seemed to be transparent, making a slight sound.

The wind brings the fragrance of grass from afar, the song of birds from afar, and the familiar thoughts from afar.

The new pope has been elected, a very powerful middle-aged man. Although his personality is a minor flaw, he still has the ability.

He may not be able to fully comply with the Pope, but now there is no more capable male in the church than him.

Moreover, the Zoroastrian offensive is much weaker now. A week ago, Emma took three hundred high-level Storm Priests from the sky and directly raided the Zoroastrian marshal's headquarters, achieving a good record.

The arrogance of Zoroastrianism was also curbed.

"I really want to see him."

Emma let out a sigh of relief, with a three-point softness on her pretty face.

Even if a strong woman appears, no matter how capable a woman is, once she falls in love and her lover is not around for a long time, she will become worried about gains and losses.

"I don't know if my mother succeeded?"

As a woman, Emma naturally felt her mother's affection for Beta.

She didn't think there was anything strange, after all, Beta was like a brave man, saving her mother from the fire and water.

As long as you are a woman, it is difficult to resist such a plot that looks like a fairy tale.

She didn't say anything on the surface, but she always felt strange in her heart. It was really not nice to have mother and daughter.

She couldn't help but sigh again.

"Saint, the Pope hopes you can meet him in the Parliamentary Government." A female priest appeared on the stairs on the top floor.

"knew."

Floating directly from the rooftop to the ground, Emma walked to the Pope Hall.

Two strong guards helped her push open the thick white stone gate. She walked in and saw the pope discussing with several bishops.

"Saint, I'm sorry to invite you here." When the Pope saw Emma, ​​he interrupted his conversation with several bishops, walked directly to Emma and said, "There is something I want to discuss with you."

Emma nodded slightly: "Please tell me."

"According to the news we have received, a sect appeared in the rear of Zoroastrianism, in the northern Snow Country, and there seemed to be a sect scrambling believers with them, and it developed very quickly." Pope Storm had a national face, looking very sincere, and looked quite majestic: "I heard that it is the God of Wealth. I heard that Saint, you know that you have acquainted with the Pope of the God of Wealth, and have a good relationship, isn't it true?"

"really."

Emma knew that there was no need to deny this. When she was seriously injured, she was recuperating in Woking City. Many people knew about this. Even if they didn’t know it, they could find out after a little investigation. It was meaningless to lie.

The pope and several bishops used their eyes to make a spurt, and then he said, "Our Storm God Cult is in crisis now, so we must find reliable allies and have consistent interests with us. The Wealth God Cult is very suitable."

Looking into Emma's eyes, the Pope continued, "So, please, as a diplomatic envoy, go and talk to the Church of Wealth about alliances, how about it?"
Chapter completed!