The four cars were filled with high and concentrated TNTs. When the sun rose to noon, Xuan Qi performed earth escape skills below the ground and took the four cars to the Vatican.

After sleeping soundly for a long time, everyone became energetic and had unprecedented energy. Some people who were originally stuck in the realm immediately broke through the realm after waking up.

The ring was even more surprised and sighed in a low voice: "Can you improve by resting under the ground after your body is extremely tired?"

No one can answer this question. Wan Qing, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked surprised: "Mr. Xuan is Mr. Xuan. He is one of them, and the subway digging is really weaker than Mr. Xuan."

"That's not to see who Xuan is always there." The finger was proud of Xuan Qi, and at the same time, a smile appeared on his face. He won the bet once and won the right person for a lifetime. The words of the ancients really make sense.

Four trucks were walking in a row underground, and the four cars were about twenty-five meters long together. Xuan Qi wanted to use the earth escape technique to maintain a large earth cave that was nearly thirty meters long, four meters high and three meters wide. The true energy was consumed very strongly. If he hadn't carried the spirit stone jade pendant with him, Xuan Qi would have lost his energy long ago.

After walking for about half an hour, I could see the milky white wall again. Xuan Qi fixed the earth hole and asked the ring to remove three trucks of TNTs. A bag of high-concentrated explosives were piled beside the city wall. A remote-controlled detonation device could be used to detonate at any time.

Seeing that these were all ready, Xuan Qi drove a truck full of explosives to the other direction, and placed the TNTs with full vehicles under the riverbed near the Tiber River. As long as his fingers activated the blasting device, he could blow the riverbed up, causing the river water to roar and roar, and poured back into the Vatican in an instant.

This trick is quite big. If you really tear your face, the holy land that has been passed down for thousands of years will really turn into ruins. After everything is arranged, Xuan Qi took the ring and they came out from the ground, asking them to return to Rome first, stay in the hotel and wait for their own signal.

Rome was already in chaos at this moment. On the border between the Vatican and Germany, the army began to disperse these fanatics with the assistance of guards. Although they tried their best to prevent casualties, there were also times when they failed. For a moment, bloody aura spread, disaster and death aura spread, briefly blocking the prohibition set by the Holy See.

Xuan Qi returned to the ground and appeared next to the drainage ditch for a short while. Xuan Qi, who had no other way, had to take this path. He took out a set of frogman suit from the space and put it on his body in three or two. He took out a small oxygen cylinder, took a deep breath and put it in his mouth. The true energy jumped into the black, oily and smelly sewage ditch. Follow the entire ditch Xuan Qi walked into the sacred place in the hearts of believers.

The old man still has time to ask: "In addition, you only have eight people, why do you want to buy nine sets of frogman clothes?

Xuan Qi, who had an oxygen bottle in his mouth, said in a muffled voice: "Where did you put it through? Will you want it in your space?" This question left the old man speechless.

The angry Simos walked into the small room as deep as water, took out a brass key from the drawer, and walked towards the sacrificial tower in the Holy See. Deep in the sacrificial tower was a religious inquisition, a department that could compete with the Pope. Their duty was to purify apostates and pagans.

Someone once said that in the religious trial, all people help madmen, they have no nerves, they kill people like numb, and they still have a heart of iron and stone. There are countless apostates who have died in their hands over the years. In the eyes of some, they are fair and selfless law enforcement officers, and in the eyes of others, they are bloody executioners.

These are a group of murderous, cold-blooded and ruthless guys. In the Holy See, they represent sin and punishment. They are the supreme force of the Holy See.

Simos walked into the sacrificial tower. The religious trial was mysterious in the eyes of others, but in Simos, nothing was there in the eyes of it, because he was the director of the religious trial, which was why he dared to seize power blatantly, because he had such strength.

The black marble was paved on the ground, solemn and solemn. The huge Roman columns were actually blood-red, with reliefs carved on them. If you look closely at the patterns on it, you can see the flames. If you get closer, you can feel the heat rising.

This is one of the criminal laws imposed by the Holy See on dark creatures and blood clans, the fire pillar punishment. Similar to the punishment of burning during the Shang Dynasty, when the Shang Dynasty, a hollow pillar was made with fine copper. The executioner tied the prisoner to the copper pillar with iron chains, then stuffed burning charcoal into it, burned the brass pillars to the fire red, and burned the people on the pillars to death.

The fire pillar punishment in the religious trial is to use magic circles to heat up, and the maximum temperature can reach more than 1,000 degrees. Not to mention the immortal powerful blood clan, even the genius of the blood clan, Nanmo, who was indifferent to the past, was tied to the fire pillar and refined for six days before the old bat was refined to death.

It was also thanks to the achievements of the Grand Duke of the Vampire that Simos had settled the position of director of the Religious Tribunal, and thus became the number one figure in the Vatican in power.

Pushing open the thick door, two men in armor stood in the narrow room. The armor leaves on their bodies were cold, and their eyes were even colder. The heavy armor was shining with a cloudy light, a murderous aura lingered, and two gloomy lights flashed.

After passing through two men, the door that had just opened slowly closed again, and the air around it was cold, as if it was in an ice cellar. Simos liked the cold air very much, as if he was on the white Arctic Ocean. He walked down the steps and came to the deepest dungeon in the Trial Institute.

The steel pillars with a thick wrist formed a cage, and the seven soldiers were tied to the cross. The bearded eyes were shining with bright light, and he narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Simos.

"You are trying to catch us to deal with Mr. Xuan?" The beard's Italian is not fluent, but it is enough to express the meaning.

"Yes" Simos nodded heavily: "The Pope said he was the Son of Holy Son, and said that holy blood was flowing on him, so I want to grab it and bathe it in the Holy Blood..." Simos' eyes flashed with irrepressible madness.

"You are really a lunatic." The beard struggled for a while, pulling the iron chain and roared, but he failed to break free from the iron chain. The angry beard widened his eyes and said loudly: "Are you Mr. Xuan's opponent? Are you?

"There is no need to shout so loudly." Simos took a step back: "Amid your hysterical shouts, I heard inexplicable fear. This question actually has an answer in your heart."

Looking at his silent beard, Simos whispered: "Maybe I am the only one who is not his opponent, but we have many people, even if he is just a cross-river dragon, he will still be on the verge of trash here." A trace of cunning flashed in Simos' eyes: "Of course I only take his blood and don't want his life. When he comes, you can persuade him. As long as I can achieve my wish, I owe you a favor..."

Simos also knows how to adapt. Facing a completely pagan and a fanatic, Simos, who only lives in the Vatican, suddenly became afraid. Before facing dangerous disasters, everyone does not know where the limit of stress is. Facing the chaos of crowds, Simos is afraid.

"Yeah?" Semos' request surprised the beard and said in a low voice: "Let me consider it. If I see him, I will tell him."

The beard is not a three-year-old doll, so naturally I don’t believe that Simos came here and made a special trip to tell him this. Just when the beard was surprised, there were suddenly a series of rhythmic sounds of gears in his ears, just like the sound of a pendulum hitting. The originally clear world suddenly became a phantom, and the beard shouted in his heart, which was hypnosis but it was too late.

The seven men in the room all closed their eyes, and a sinister smile hung on the corner of Simos's mouth: "I don't need you to think about it, I just need your agreement." As he said, he sang a loud chant. As the voice grew higher and higher, Simos's face was shining with a proud glow.

Simos, who originally thought he had enough trump cards, added his trump cards to be safe, and waited for seven people to become the unexpected trump cards, which was also Simos' trump cards to deal with the accident.

As the voice became louder and louder, the eyes of the seven people including beard became more and more confused, and their bulging chests were all soft. The man who was originally like a tiger was now as gentle as a sheep.

When all the syllables were revealed, Simos's face smiled even better, as if he was treating his lover, and spread the iron chains gently, and then said in a gentle voice: "Put on these armors quickly, pick up these weapons, saints, I will take you to fight."

The faces of Beard and others were flashing with enthusiasm, they picked up weapons, put on armor, and followed Simos like they were fascinated by the devil. Simos was shining with lights, like a rope on a puppet, leading a few people forward. There were already many trump cards, but now there was another one more.

Nesimos of the Holy See could not cover the sky with one hand. In the center of the Vatican, a round tower-shaped building towered into the sky. On the top of the tower, there was a white hospital bed. On the bed was a wrinkled but thin old man. This is the current pope in the Holy See.

It is like an oil lamp that is about to boil oil. The Pope's vitality is like a candlelight in the storm, and a slightly stronger wind can be blown out.

A nun in a white robe looked outside nervously, standing high to see far. Although he couldn't see clearly the situation of the war, he could see a dark crowd. At present, the situation has been controlled, and the group is all near the national border.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough" The sound of cough wakes up the nun. The old man lying on the bed opens his eyes and asks in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong? What's happening outside..."

"Are you awake?" The nun's eyes were filled with joy and said to the pope: "There are fervent fanatics who want to attack the Holy See, but they are stopped."

"Oh?" The old man closed his eyes again, and after panting, a cloud of light suddenly appeared in his dim eyes, and he said half happily: "So that's the case, the Son is coming." As he said, there was a trace of flush that was almost rebirth on his face: "Go and find Flomongo, hurry up." It was too urgent, and the Pope coughed again.

The nun did not dare to delay and immediately ran out of his legs and ran under the tower to find the youngest cardinal Flomongo. Many people regarded him as the hope of the revival of the Holy See. If it weren't for Simos, who was born in the Vatican since childhood and was the director of the Religious Inquisition, Flomongo would be the best candidate.

In an inconspicuous corner of the Vatican, in the dark sewage channel, black figures suddenly appeared, and dirty frogmen stepped on this sacred land.

Xuan Qi held his breath, took off the frogman's suit and threw it into the black ditch. He jumped into the room next to the road with an extremely agile move away from the smelly ditch before he let out a long sigh.

The old man whispered: "Be careful, now you are in the Holy See. If you act too much, you will cause unnecessary trouble."
Chapter completed!