Chapter 256 (1/2)

Aihong is a piece of wild land.

If you want to describe the present scene outside the ceremonial Cathedral, that word is undoubtedly the most appropriate.

Although most of the high-ranking officials and nobles were not hurt because of SIVI's help, only a small number of them were accidentally injured by the Dragon guards, or were scalded when passing through the corridor composed of high-temperature jade because they were close to the wall.

But even so, they were all shocked. Even if the experienced bureaucrats in the officialdom suddenly face the situation that the means they are used to is completely ineffective and will directly threaten their own lives, they will not behave much better than young people.

”Sir Nero, the temple of the beholder is full. What should the rest of us do?” A Templar dressed swordsman ran up to Nero and asked.

Since the Knights Templar took over the defense just now, the Templars have retreated to the second line and took these nobles to the temple of Zhansheng for refuge.

However, the number of nobles is slightly more, even if the whole Zhansheng piandian is occupied, there are still many nobles nearby.

Some nobles who had not been rescued before heard the words of the holy swordsman and immediately began to shout. For a while, the scene, which was still a little dead, became as noisy as a vegetable market.

”Noisy.” Nero glared at the nobles in disgust. In fact, the number of nobles who received the invitation was only about one-third of those who were present. The rest of them relied on various relationships or could bring one person into the meeting hall by virtue of the invitation. These guys usually see the benefits like flies, and they can't get rid of them. However, when it comes to danger, they are timid and even inferior to rats.

He reached out his hand and snapped his fingers. Not far away, the white Asian dragon, who had been sleeping on his stomach, raised his head, flapped his wings and flew over. He landed behind Nero, stirring up a small cloud of dust.

That kind of huge mountain like courage instantly scared most of the turbulent aristocrats. Only at this time did they realize that it was not the Holy See, which had a big fist, that they could not do anything wrong on their land.

And Nero had no leisure to care about these people.

”Take the rest of the guests to the confessional darkroom.”

”Ah, but that...” It's hard to hear that.

The name of the confessional darkroom is only a more elegant name. Generally speaking, people in the holy land call the place 300 meters underground as a penitentiary prison. It was built to imprison some of the most serious transgressions of the commandments, but still not mortal, or necromancers who had not yet committed any sin.

”I'll be responsible for any problem. You just have to do it.”

Nero said, but also looked to the side, less than 50 meters away from him, a short fat old man was sitting on the ground, his face indifferent looking at the constantly heard explosion, shivering cathedral.

He is pierce green, a senior member of the Qiyao mage Association and a member of the mage Council.

At first Nero thought he would help, but now, the man in the strongest line in the eastern plain did not mean to do anything, but showed a good look.

That's why I hate those pretending guys of Qiyao mage association!