Joe wrote down his real name ‘Ram’ in his blood and sang his name in strange language.

In the main hall of St. Heard Cathedral, Tulum Port, an old man with a peaceful face was kneeling under the golden oak statue directly north.

According to the "Book of Creation" inherited by the "Mu" Church, the original form of the Supreme God King "Mu" is a golden oak tree in the middle of the sun. Therefore, oak becomes the holy tree of the Mu Church, and the golden oak statue becomes the standard icon worshipped by the original sect of the "Mu" Church.

Tulum Port is extremely rich and has many believers. As the headquarters of the Muslim Church in the south of the empire, the golden oak statue in the main hall was cast from hundreds of tons of pure gold donated by believers.

Under the illuminated large crystal chandeliers, the golden oak statues nearly a hundred feet high are shining brightly. With the blessing of divine art, the statue seems to be wrapped in a thick layer of golden flames, sacred and majestic, and people dare not look directly at it.

The peaceful old man, Loren, was the archbishop of St. Heard's church, and was also the archbishop of the Southern Diocese of the Derren Empire. He was wearing a light golden robe, with a golden oak leaf badge hanging on his chest on his left, and a church crown made of oak branches on his head. He knelt respectfully in front of the statue and prayed to the supreme Mu in a low voice.

"May the lost children be redeemed, may Tulun Port be as peaceful as before, and believers of our Lord return to the temple of our Lord as soon as possible and offer the most pious offering."

When the demonic orca whales were burned by gray flames, a breeze suddenly rose from the ground in the main hall where doors and windows were closed. A light gray breeze blew towards the dazzling holy statue. With a crisp "click" sound, a thumb-sized pure gold oak leaf broke out of thin air and fell down floating down.

Luo Lun's prayer suddenly stopped. He widened his eyes and looked at the pure gold leaves that were falling to the ground with an incredible look on his face.

The originally golden leaves have turned into strange grayish white, not like pure gold, but like a piece of tinplate.

"Here!" Luo Ren murmured to himself.

"Here!!" Luo Ren raised his voice suddenly.

"Here!!" Luolun screamed almost with his hands dancing. He jumped up, and his peaceful expression became distorted and ferocious. He jumped and shouted: "Here, heresy, heresy, there is actually heresy in Tulun Port! Come, come, come, come!"

‘Boom, boom, boom’, more than a dozen large arches leading to the main hall were violently pushed open at the same time. Hundreds of church knights wearing close-fitting chain mail and wearing white priest robes outside rushed in.

"There are heresies in the Port of Tulum. They launched evil sacrifices!" Loren's eyes raised, and he pointed at the church knights who rushed in, and roared with bloodshot face: "Find him, grab him, burn him to death... dig out all the people related to him, and burn him to death at noon in front of all the believers in Tulum's Port!"

Loren bent down, picked up the gray golden oak leaf, and handed it to a tall and burly young man with bright hair and eyes.

"The omnipotent light of my Lord will guide you to those heresies."

"Use the blood in his heart to restore the light to this golden oak leaf."

"Don't let me down, Longineus, my kids, go, go, bring back those evil heresies."

Loren gently patted Longinus's thick and powerful arm and whispered: "Remember, my child, the heresy hidden in Tulum Port, may be more than one or two. Dig them out all of them."

Longinus held the golden oak leaf tightly in his hand, knelt down on one knee, saluted Loren solemnly, then stood up, and rushed out of the main hall with a large group of church knights.

Soon, outside the gate of St. Heard's Cathedral, sharp whistles and whistles sounded.

The church knights who were dispatched overnight and the Tulun Port military and police who were performing curfew missions collided with each other. The two sides immediately began to tear each other and a small conflict broke out.

At the lamprey fish section, Qiao had already reset the floor tiles of the escape passage. He searched in the yard for a while, and finally found a pure steel pry stick with an ordinary person's arm as thick as an arm and ten feet long in the corner of the yard.

He held the crowbar in both hands and waved it gently. Qiao shook his head with dissatisfaction.

But it weighs a few hundred pounds, which is a bit too light, too light!

Taking a deep breath, standing at the gate of the inner and outer court rooms, Qiao exhaled gently: "Laplaci, are you not wrong? My strength really has 75,000 pounds? Are you not wrong?"

Laplacie giggled and said, "How could I make a mistake in the shallow wisdom of the ignorant? I even saved some annoying fractions. Go to fight with confidence, the passionate and surging blush..."

"Go ahead and fight without thinking too much, don't worry about anything, use your inhuman brute force to crush them!"

With a loud bang, Qiao beat the door in front of him to twist and distort, and fell heavily to the ground. The metal door shaft, which was as thick as an arm of the door, was violently pulled, and directly broke and fell off the door frame, flying outward with a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

Myers, who was urinating with a more and more impatient questioning Yanan, opened his mouth suddenly and looked at Qiao who was rushing out with an incredible look on his face.

‘Woo’!

The dull sound of breaking through the air was like a large caliber shell falling from the sky.

Joe rushed to Meers' men and waved his best.

A girl was lying on the ground and cried loudly, and several of Meiers' subordinates were surrounding her, laughing strangely and doing some unbearable despicable activities.

The fine steel crowbar, as thick as an arm, swept across with a black shadow, and the "papapapapapa" sounded several times in a row, with large arms and round waists and thick bodies. They also opened up the sea of ​​strength and even the sea of ​​energy, and their bodies were blown out with a stick.

The violated girl screamed in horror and rolled her eyes and fainted.

Three women, several girls, and the boys screamed in horror at the same time, and their faces were covered with blood mist sprayed from the crowbar.

Yanan was stunned for a moment, and then laughed in great pleasure: "Ha, ha, that's it, that's it, kill these damn guys, kill them, I will repay you, Joe, I will repay you!"

"Do you use a field cannon of one hundred millimeters?" Qiao cursed loudly.

He caught Meiers' subordinates off guard and knocked out seven good players with one stick. Meiers' other subordinates had already reacted. They shouted and cursed, and waved their weapons and rushed towards Qiao.

The heart is beating violently.

The iceberg suppressed in my heart disappeared at some point.

The violent fighting spirit swept across his body, and Qiao's two eyeballs turned completely crimson, and even emitted a faint red light.

He giggled, stood there motionless, and his hands were swaying his crowbar.

The sudden soaring power will follow, and if you change it to a normal person, you will have a long period of discomfort. Not to mention fighting, even the action of freedom will become very difficult and it will be difficult to control your body skillfully.

But in Joe, nothing like this happened.

The heart beat violently, and Qiao's movements became extremely accurate and agile.

He had never learned to use any stick-like weapons, but at this moment, the crowbar in his hand seemed to have become an extension of his arm. The crowbar made a dull sound of breaking wind, and it blasted at the flaws of these workers with extremely accurate accuracy.

An inexplicable combat instinct controlled Qiao's body. He seemed to have worked hard on this crowbar for decades. A random and casual blow without any rules seemed to be a natural killer move to outsiders.

Dozens of stick shadows swept across, and more than twenty workers felt a flash in front of them. The stick shadows came from the angle they thought it was impossible, like vicious snakes.

Each attack happened to attack their most fragile flaw at that moment, and the most difficult point for them to exert force and dodge.

The sound of "papapapapapapapapapa" was heard endlessly. More than a dozen workers were bombarded, and only seven lucky ones were hit by crowbars with the knife-holding arm. The whole arm exploded into blood mist in the loud noise.

The blood mist filled me, and Meles screamed in disbelief.

The huge yard was almost evenly coated with blood mist. The pungent smell of blood almost turned this place into hell, which made Meles almost vomit.

The lamprey fishing farm is a secret stronghold he has worked hard to build, and all the workers here are his personal loyalists.

Of course, the personal strength of these workers is not as strong as the official civil servants of the Foreign Affairs Department, but they are all good players who spend a lot of money and carefully selected from the free sailors and even pirates in Tulum Port.

Twenty good players, even if Meles wants to kill them, Meles certainly has enough strength to kill them, but it will take a certain amount of time. It is impossible for Joe to instantly defeat them like he would hold a pry stick and smash an egg.

"There is no such reason!"

Meiers screamed, and he grabbed the small square table beside him, pulled out a thin and long sword with a "clang" sound. With a wave of his right hand, he heard the "rustling" sound. Hundreds of extremely thin lights, with sharp sounds of breaking through the air, instantly stabbed in front of Qiao.

In Qiao Feihong's vision, the sea of ​​power, energy and spirit of Mels were all rapidly, shrinking and expanding like the beating of the heart. In Mels' body, there were seven gorgeous bands of light beating rapidly.

In the air, invisible winds gathered rapidly towards Meers.

Myers' speed suddenly accelerated, and his body rotated rapidly around Joe, and in an instant he had dozens of circles around Joe.

Extremely thin sword lights flew over from all directions, and palm-sized green wind swords appeared in the sword light. These wind swords were shaking rapidly and kept making sharp sounds breaking through the air.

Myers was too fast, and it was beyond common sense.

Even though Qiao's power soared at this moment and was immersed in some magical combat instinct, he still couldn't catch up with Meiers' speed in his combat intuition.
Chapter completed!