Lord of Glory - Chapter 279

[Chapter two hundred and seventy-ninth battle between demigods]

Hearing Paladin’s words, the kings all looked at each other with a hint of anger. ．COM ignored the Templar who was in charge of the reception at all, leaving all the knights at the door, and a dozen kings walked in arrogantly. “How can you come in without authorization, it’s too rude!”

When the Templar saw the kings coming in, he immediately rebuked him unceremoniously. But the aggressive Scar King immediately stared at the Templar and shouted in front of the Paladin: “Get out! Servant. Now there is only the world of kings and kings! The vile things should go. Despicable place! Don’t appear in front of our eyes again!” “You…” The Templar had some signs of wanting to be angry, but Palatine, who was sitting high on the brilliant white throne, suddenly waved his hand. Signal the Templar to leave.

When the cold and empty cathedral, apart from the neatly arranged white stone columns on both sides, there were only Palatine and these kings. These kings suddenly took out their own crowns one by one and put them on their heads. In an instant, this group of proud kings had more than a dozen crowns of different styles, and the Pope Palatine sitting on the throne with a triple crown. A sharp contrast was formed.

“Your Majesty Pope Urban II, for the throne of St. Peter, you should have saved the world with a heart of kindness and tolerance, but you brought a large army of blood to the imperial capital of the Nguera Empire. We hope you Being able to hand over this army to us to manage separately will not only suppress your riotous heart, but also allow us to work together to rectify the turmoil in the mainland.” At the beginning. The Butter King immediately made a big statement. A kind of arrogance that looked at everyone invisible from his eyes. and from the crown with antlers on its head.

A dozen other kings glanced sideways at the buttercream, and although they despised it, they remained silent. Maybe this is too much, but this sentence can be a good test of the intention and temper of this young pope. But after half a sound, the cathedral fell silent. Everyone looked at each other strangely, why didn’t the Pope answer?

But at this time, Paladin, who was wearing a robe, looked at the king in front of his eyes, but what echoed in his mind was the daily life of the residents of the Holy City. Controlling tens of thousands of people at the same time is a huge burden. So much for half a day. Paladin had forgotten that the kings were meeting here. But it doesn’t matter, because Paladin didn’t plan to chat with them at all. These people came all the way to the Holy City, which is simply a good container for Paladin for free.

“Answer us! Palatine!” The other king could not bear the silence. Finally roared out. Palatine still sat lazily on the throne and remained indifferent, and from the beginning to the end, except for the first sentence, he did not speak. However, the Emperor Engelland, who had always been the leader, suddenly turned around at this time, his eyes were shining with golden light, and he looked numbly and coldly at the kings he had summoned. “Your Majesty the Emperor, what’s wrong with you?” The kings looked at the leader strangely, but suddenly saw the so-called His Majesty the Emperor stretch out his hand slowly and face them without saying a word.

Just when everyone was puzzled, the floor suddenly trembled. The luxurious white slate suddenly cracked. One after another, the forehead light balls shimmering with golden brilliance jumped out of the ground one by one, and went straight to the faces of the kings! Another scream. The fifteen monarchs representing the entire human kingdom have all become Paladin’s containers, new puppets.

But at this moment, Paladin, who was sitting high on the throne, suddenly frowned, slowly holding the scepter and standing up. Under the triple crown, the golden eyes covered by black hair stared straight at the door of the cathedral in the distance, as if seeing something strange. Paladin had a rare look of surprise. The clones that controlled those puppets also wore the crown silently, and turned around to look. But Palatine’s words echoed in St. Peter’s Basilica for a long time: “I am honored and honored to meet other people of the same kind. It turns out that I am not alone.”…,

The voice fell. In the main hall of the cathedral, a huge iron door suddenly appeared. On both sides of the iron gate, there are dense and incomprehensible runes. I saw the iron gate open with a bang. Next to a young man wearing a simple mage robe, followed by a child who was less than five years old and dressed in a mopping robe, slowly walked out of the iron gate. I saw that the young mage removed the iron door with a wave of his hand, looked up at Paladin who was looking at him, and suddenly asked, “Are you Paladin?”

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Faced with such a question, Paladin stared blankly at the young mage’s face. Retained in Urban, Ripley’s memories flooded in. Paladin suddenly tilted his head and said in a surprised tone: “My lovely nephew, Maggie, Ripley. Have you become a transcendental being?” Then, the young mage finally frowned and said with a trace of displeasure: “It really is you, Uncle Urban.”

From the slight shock on his face, he quickly returned to the calm Paladin, turned his head to look at the child beside Magella, and suddenly asked, “Have I seen you? Another God-defying person.” “Yes, you I’ve seen me. But now, are you that lunatic from Urban, or are you this kid?” Hearing this, Palatine could vaguely see the dark purple light flashing in the child’s eyes, and the memory suddenly flooded his mind. Suddenly he said: “Yes, I am me, Urban is me, Paladin is me. I am the only, I am all. Are you right? Hercules. The first defiant.”

Although the child did not speak, he silently nodded. But Palatine suddenly turned his head and stared at Magela, his eyes bursting with golden brilliance: “Yes, it’s you. My lovely nephew, are you the one who has been fighting with me? The original Pope Gregory III was You. After the most powerful chess piece in your hand was taken away by me, you even woke up Hercules from a thousand-year slumber. Come and deal with me?” “Uncle, don’t resist. Two against one, you don’t have one. Any chance of winning.” Magella was outspoken and directly named his purpose.

But Paladin still sat down indifferently, leaning lazily on the throne, and said with a cold and cruel face: “Two against one? It seems that you know too little about me, demigods.” Just listen to Paladin. As soon as the words fell, hundreds of Templars in armor suddenly rushed from both sides and behind. The warriors drew their swords and shields, their eyes shining with gold. Unexpectedly, they suddenly said at the same time: “Kneel down on the ground, ants.”

“Sure enough, after three thousand years, your abilities, uncle, have not changed.” Magellan’s face was expressionless, and the child with a dark purple lightsaber in his hand also nodded: “Although there are many clones, but The quality of each one is not good. It’s just a matter of dealing with humans, and dealing with us is simply a perfunctory.”

As soon as the voice fell, hundreds of Paladin’s clones rushed towards the projections of the two demigods in the center. A battle between demigods and puppets unfolds here. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come (.) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)