Alien Queen

Chapter 1009: Holy Island

If the central cathedral in the holy city is the most sacred place of the light plane, then the holy island located in the center of the North Sea of ​​the light plane is the most mysterious place of the light plane. (Reading novels)

The central cathedral is a holy place, but most of the lucky people will have the opportunity to enter the cathedral to listen to the prayers of the pope and see the sacred and magnificent truth of the central cathedral.

The Holy Island is different. Whether it is a tribunal set up on this island or the origin of the Summoning God Array and Angels coming to the magic circle, this is a mysterious forbidden area that is not inferior to the forbidden area of ​​the demon world.

A large warship capable of holding more than 10,000 people was heading towards the Holy Island. Two octagonal bows and two sterns were standing on the stern of the stern, but there were more six winged angels floating in the air. All around.

No more than before, today's bright plane is no longer the leader of the family of light gods. Whether it is a demon or a dark clan that has been suddenly killed, it can't be ignored.

Following a wave of tidal waves, the waves broke through the thick water mist, and finally, this warship, which was driven near the central cathedral, finally reached the port of Holy Island.

A superbishop wearing a tribunal embroidered with the Holy Light stands on the pier. His merciless and indifferent eyes are as terrible as in the eyes of every believer in light.

The four octagonal angels disembarked first, and several deacons who followed them also walked down.

"How much was shipped this time?"

The special bishop of the referee asked coldly, "How is the quality?"

A faceless middle-aged deacon came over in two steps, bowing and respectfully saying, "Adult, there are more than a thousand people in this trip. It is estimated that many of them should be able to meet the requirements of adults, and others are only spares. ."

"It's getting worse..."

The special bishop snorted and said, "Worse than last time."

"grown ups……"

The middle-aged deacon bowed down in fear and said, "Now we have to deal with the forces of the two planes of the Demon and Hades. The Pope sent more people to the Holy City and the Holy City to prepare for these. People have also tried our best to secretly arrest them in the city of all races."

"Okay, stop talking."

The superbishop sneered and said: "If it is not for the summoning of the strong men summoned from the lower planes by the Summoning Array, how could you be able to find these poor hogs, get them down and pull them to the waterfall side Wash me out."

"Yes."

The middle-aged deacon took a long breath, but after bowing, he turned back and rushed to the deck. The soldiers who came up somehow waved.

The huge cabin door was opened, and then a stench spread out, only to see a large crowd of figures huddled together in the huge cabin.

Humans, orcs, and elves accounted for the largest proportion. Of course, those who were scared and crowded together on the coast of the Holy Island were mostly humans.

"what happened?"

If the foul odor can be sustained by the super bishop, and it is only a few steps away from the limelight, then with the spread of a thick **** smell, the face of the super bishop of the referee suddenly fell.

"Pap...papp..."

The middle-aged deacon did not dare to answer, and directed the soldiers to swing their whips in the crowd, and when the screaming screams of the outermost crowd were driven to the deck, the middle of the exposed cabin was a huge piece. Red blood stains.

Not only the blood stains, but also some broken bones that were eaten by somehow. From the shape of the wreckage, it is possible to tell that at least a dozen people have been torn into pieces and swallowed.

"We have already killed those disobedient..."

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the middle-aged deacon looked back and saw that the bishop came over, and a large sweat bead suddenly shed on his awkward face: "Maybe...it may be those orcs or elites."

"How do you even catch goblins?"

The special bishop glanced at the "slave" who was panicked or insensitive, and immediately stared at the deacon: "Is there really no one to catch?"

The middle-aged deacon hurriedly explained: "Sir, you misunderstood. This group has captured more than a dozen goblins. Several of them have fully reached the strength of the Holy Land strongman. It is also the approval of the cardinal cardinal. We dare to send it over. "

"Order under Dior..."

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the corner of the special bishop's mouth, saying: "It's really ridiculous, the most sacred and holy angel, actually came to an ugly and humble goblin."

"Sir, then look?"

Cardinal Dior was in disagreement with the director of the referee Osme. This middle-aged deacon is also clear. Seeing that the most powerful special bishop of the director Osme, Ke Yi, did not hide the irony of the cardinal. Where did his status go, but he bowed his head in panic and asked, "Do you want to kill them?"

"kill?"

Special Bishop Kee sneered: "Why kill, we now need a large number of angels to come to the host, you know how many failures a day will take and how many mature carriers, goblins to goblins, Dior can agree, and there is nothing wrong."

As he said, Super Bishop Ke Yi Leng looked at the few ugly goblins with blood stains in his hands and waved his hand: "Bring them all."

"Go... hurry up"

"What stare, stare your eyes again."

"Slap..."

The wolf-like soldiers rushed up immediately, some loudly blamed the "slave" who would become the carrier of the angel's coming, and some were more direct. The leather whip with iron thorns in his hand was swept over.

If you haven’t been able to determine your own destiny before, then clearly heard the “slave” of the dialogue between the bishop and the middle-aged deacon who understands what kind of destiny will be greeted by them. The soldiers gave up their resistance and were completely numb in the face of death, and some of the **** strong men, such as the few goblins who did not know how many people had eaten, or some orc tauren and lion, including some elves There were signs of temptation.

"call out"

A white man flashed through, when a tauren who entered into his own madness because of his anger grabbed the skin drawn by the soldiers around him and robbed him in his hand, but he did not wait for him to scream and rush out a few steps. Mengdeng cut off his legs together, and the tauren who broke his knees in the middle of the blood screamed and fell down.

Looking up at the eight-winged angel in the air, Super Bishop Kee scolded: "It's okay to stun in the past, whoever makes you hurt his body, these are not the best hosts, but there are so many now. select."

The eight-winged angel had no expression, neither panic nor guilt, and there was no anger scorned by humans on his face. He was still watching the deterred slaves with vigilance.

"too poor."

Kee shook his head, not knowing whether to tell the middle-aged deacon around him or just to himself: "Compared to the angels who have come down with mature carriers, they have experienced battles and years of washing, and they are real. Strong. There is no difference between these and the undead."

"However, if the number reaches a certain level, it should always make up for this."

The middle-aged deacon cannot ignore the words of the super bishop and say with a smile: "Otherwise, with our original strength, the number of super-level strongmen is only as good as the number of the Ming and Devil."

"You know what a fart."

Special Bishop Kee sneered and said, "Sometimes there is a number of farts. It was not an example a few days ago. A Kingsman killed three octagonal angels who had just arrived in the same rank. Killing and slashing dozens of six-winged angels, this is what they were able to do in the early years, and now there are a few who can come."

The middle-aged deacon half bowed his head and nodded, and said with a smile: "However, he is still powerful, and he has not been captured by the grown-up."

"That's of course, how could he be the opponent of the grown-up, let alone the Pope." Kee showed a little respect on his face and looked at the slaves who were constantly driven off the boat, but he said strangely. He said to himself: "I'm just a little curious. Kingskerman is an octagonal angel, and it was only a holy level human strongman. Why did he go out and come back, and his strength has increased and he has dragon power? Is it? The power that corruption has given him."

The middle-aged deacon fought a cold war, and he really dared not accept this sentence.

…………

"Peng Peng Peng...Peng Peng..."

The central position of the Holy Island is 100 meters deep on the ground. The fallen angel with the dragon power in King’s mouth, Kingskerman, like a crazy wave of his fists and feet, hit the white grating bar that trapped him like a cage, violently. In the sound of the impact, the originally thick fence of the arm swelled inflated, and the cage quickly expanded, and the white light shone for a while, but there was no sign of collapse.

I don’t know how long I have been kicking and kicking like this. Kingskerman’s hands and feet have been traumatized, and the skin exposed under the ragged sleeves is full of blood dripping out ~www.NovelMTL.com~ useless. "

A sound like a sound of nature sounded: "This is the enchantment of the light cage cast by the director himself. The stronger the broken power is, the stronger the entrapment power is. Unless you are a space magician, absolutely There is no way to escape from inside."

She was talking about a woman in the same enlightened space of the Holy Light Prison Cage, dozens of meters away from where Kingskerman was. The milky white clothes were covered with blood, and her delicate face did not show any apprehension, some It is just pity and sorrow.

Kingskerman ignored it, but kicked and kicked in madness. The blood veins under his fair skin rose like an earthworm, but no matter how crazy he was, the Holy Light prisoner cage only skyrocketed, and he recovered as usual .

"You know they won't let you go, why are you coming back."

The woman was no one else, it was Kingsqueman’s enigmatic bright goddess Angela, beautiful Taobao women’s clothing Tmall Taobao Mall Taobao clothing women’s winter coat m with deep grief and gentle compassion on the face of m Kira said in a begging tone: "Kinskman, please, don't hurt yourself that much."