‘Hohohohohohoho’!

The sharp and demonic laughter was like a circular saw driven by steam, attacking from all directions with a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

The silver osmanthus tree condensed by the nuns' divine light was shattered with sharp laughter, and exploded into countless balls of blazing silver lights scattered everywhere. The nuns present shook slightly, and nearly half of the nuns could not hold on and sat on the ground.

Qiao widened his eyes and subconsciously looked up towards the main hall gate.

This sharp and demonic laughter reminded him of Ross, the Grand Duke of Gassica.

The woman who appeared at the gate of the main hall and was smiling loudly with her head slightly raised, her clothes and dress were indeed the same as Duke Ross.

A black palace skirt with a gorgeous and exaggerated black palace skirt was wearing a gorgeous and luxurious blood-colored cloak. The excessively long and exaggerated blood-colored cloak was dozens of feet long. The invisible force rolled up a small whirlwind, holding the thick cloak floating slightly, just right in the air half a foot above the ground, avoiding the broken bricks and snow-covered thin ice on the ground.

Margaret III wore such extremely luxurious and exaggerated costumes, with long hair disguised, and appeared at the gate of the main hall of St. Maya Cathedral with a loud smile.

The neckline of her palace skirt was extremely conservative, almost wrapping her neck in the middle, and a Hydra badge made of black metal was hung upright. The nine snake heads opened their mouths ferociously and tried to pounce forward. The eyes of the nine snake heads were inlaid with blood-colored gems, and the lustful blood made the badge look like a living thing, especially ferocious.

Margaret III, who was constantly smiling, held an evil-shaped scepter in her left hand, almost as long as her entire height. The black scepter was covered with scale-like patterns. Looking carefully, each scale was wrapped in twisted divine patterns.

As soon as her left hand moved slightly, a heavy force fluctuated from the scepter, stirring up the sky for several miles and clouds, and a trace of blood-colored lightning was lingering in the dark clouds.

The thunderstorm clouds only appear in summer in the big winter... The power of this scepter is also scary enough.

And her right hand was holding a slender sword nearly six feet long.

Just like those used by Hydra Secret Guards, the sword body was slightly arc-shaped, like a sword made of some kind of fangs, the thin sword in Margaret III also had a soft arc.

The thin sword is pitch black all over, the sword edge is translucent, and a trace of black air is wrapped around the sword body. It can be seen that there are extremely thin black light flowing back and forth inside the sword body, just like tiny black snakes chasing and playing.

Amidst the slight laughter, Margaret III's right sword gently tapped the ground, and with the sound of a "hissing", the ground was corroded with holes the size of a fist.

This is the main hall of St. Mayan Cathedral. The ground is made of special materials engraved with a large number of divine patterns and talismans.

Margaret III did not activate the thin sword in his hand, but just let it leak its power, it could easily destroy the ground several times stronger than the fine steel. It can be seen how terrible the destructive power this thin sword has.

"Dear Your Majesty!" The face of the great priest Guan Xia changed rapidly. Finally, she piled up a bright smile on her face, bowed slightly, and bowed to Margaret III: "May the glory of my Lord..."

"I don't care!" Margaret III interrupted the polite words of the great priest Guan Xia very roughly: "If I can survive this level, I don't care about her glory... If I can't bear it, my soul will no longer belong to me, and I don't care even more."

"Stop talking nonsense... let's talk serious."

Margaret III took two steps forward slowly.

Behind her, the air was squirming like water waves, causing several ripples.

Wrapped in a black cloak, with a huge scepter on both hands. The breath was so strong and deep that it was as unfathomable as a black hole, Metiga slowly walked out of the ripples in the air, and smiled lowly, following behind Margaret III with a low smile.

Behind Metiga, more than a dozen Hydra Secret Guards, who were covered in black leather tight soft armor, emerged from the air little by little like ghosts.

They also held slightly curved swords, with long-shaped swords, and their steps were light like ghosts, and followed without any sound.

"Xia, I have seen with my own eyes that the old and young bitches under your command... are attacking the loyal ministers of the imperial royal family." Margaret III smiled like a flower, and a pair of dark eyes were as cold as a knife, and they quickly glanced at Qiao who was kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath.

Qiao Lingling made a cold war, and he suddenly shouted at the top of his throat: "Your Majesty...they killed someone to silence you!"

"Oh, no, no, no..." The rosary that the great master Guan Xia clasped in her hands turned "Dingding" and she smiled and shook her head repeatedly: "This is a misunderstanding... We are just to drive away the remaining evil power on the body of Your Excellency Qiao."

The great priest smiled extremely brightly.

A silver divine light like flowing water rippled from her body, turning into a gorgeous rain of light that enveloped Qiao and all the subordinates around him who were injured by the powerful magic of the nuns.

Qiao felt a warm, life-filled clear power injected into his body.

He took a few breaths and slowly stood up. His body returned to its peak state while breathing.

At the same time, Marcos, Ivan, Lan Mujin, Lan Likang and others, the wounds like sieve on their bodies were healing rapidly. Their blood and energy were quickly recovering. They shook their bodies and struggled to stand up from the ground.

The divine power of the Yingui Church... is indeed as magical as the legendary one.

Putting aside the divine potions that can be purchased on the market, whether it is Qiao or the people around him, or the first time in his life, he has truly received treatment from the advanced divine arts of the Yingui Church.

The great master Guanxia took action personally, and the healing effect was obviously much stronger than the magic potion that could be purchased on the market.

Such a serious injury, many of the wounds penetrated directly through the internal organs, and they completely healed in just a few breaths.

Da Yifan muttered in a low voice, saying that if the great master Guan Xia could go to the battlefield, how many seriously injured and dying soldiers could she save with her hand?

However, no one paid attention to Ivan.

A senior clergyman like the great priest, Guan Xia, is only one of the huge Delun Empire... How could she be condescending to the dirty and smelly battlefield and helping those soldiers with low status heal?

If you have money, you can buy a few magic potions to prepare.

If you don’t have money, the poor deserve to die on the battlefield!

Margaret III chuckled and walked into the hall step by step.

Metiga dragged a heavy scepter that was more than twice as tall as him, and walked in step by step.

The great master Guanxia's pupils shrank and she stared at Margaret III: "Look, they are stained with too strong power of the evil god. We must use the most extreme method to wash away the evil."

After coughing lightly, the great master Guan Xia chuckled and said, "Only by dispelling the source of evil can I heal these cute children... Do you think this is the reason?"

Qiao coughed heavily: "Dear Your Majesty, no lies can deceive you, the wise one... I think this is definitely a killing silence. I know some bad things about St. Maya Cathedral."

Margaret III glanced at Joe, and gently slapped the ground with a scepter in his left hand.

With a loud bang, with the center of the circle where the scepter landed as the center, countless extremely thin cracks spread in all directions. The cracks instantly exceeded the scope of the main hall and extended to other areas of the St. Mayan Cathedral.

The ground shook violently, and Margaret III shouted coldly at Qiao: "Shut up, young man... When I talk to the respected and holy priest, you should shut up obediently!"

Before the great priest Xia could speak, Margaret III added another sentence: "Even if the noble priest wants to kill someone to silence him, at least let me listen to what she said first?"

The great master Xia has experienced storms for a long time and has long been refined to a thick skin like the walls of Blood Kapok Castle, and a layer of shame and anger has appeared on her face.

A divine light flashed, and the pink face quickly returned to the whiteness.

The great priest Guan Xia quickly walked to Margaret III with a bright smile, and muttered in a low voice.

Margaret III raised his eyebrows slightly, tilted his head, slanted his eyes, looked at the great priest in front of him coldly, and responded in a low voice from time to time.

The two of them had extremely slight voices, and they were more than 200 feet away from Qiao.

But Qiao gained the authority of the Wolf King, and his hearing... was far beyond ordinary people.

At this distance, he clearly heard the private communication between the two noble ladies.

What is the 'decentness of the church'!

What a ‘secret punishment center’!

What is the ‘final guilt’!

What is 'long-term friendship'!

What a ‘temporary misunderstanding’!

What is 'someone responsible'!

Qiao was very surprised to hear such things.

Especially when the two ladies communicated, their eyes flashed and their eyes were unpredictable. Obviously, in addition to language, they also used a certain communication method unique to women to conduct another dimension and another level, which was completely impossible for Joe to understand.

Finally, Margaret III's voice rose slightly: "The chaos in Heida Fortress, please suppress it immediately... I have always firmly believed that only the kind servant of Muteste can truly protect Medland."

The voice of the great priest Xia also became louder: "This is the divine duty given to me by my Lord. These damn heresy, they must pay the price to assassinate Saint Attila."

Margaret III sighed heavily: "Then, Dabou needs to give the empire an explanation. The crown of St. Attila... has brought us too much trouble."

The great priest Guan Xia also sighed: "I personally think he is not suitable to stay in Heidra Fort."

Margaret III nodded: "Joe Rong Weitu is a loyal minister of the imperial royal family, a young man I am optimistic about and has a bright future... But today, if I hadn't arrived by chance, he..."

The voice of the great priest Xia increased a lot again: "I know the piety of Lord Joe Rong Weitu to my Lord... I will give him the title of 'saint' in the name of the Archbishop of the Diocese of the Delun Empire!"
Chapter completed!