Chapter 558

Everyone was stunned.

"Do you know why we were shocked?" It was a long time before the dwarf came back to his senses and looked at him deeply: "the original texts of history, especially the original texts about these legends. It's the top secret of every family. We never know each other's history. How to write? What is it? What carrier? "

"No one knows, but that's what happened in your original history? No, no, no... I'm not talking about it... "The dwarf's braided blond hair was flying. The next second, he bit his fingertips, and a drop of ruby blood coagulated:" what I want to say is... The original history of the dwarves is also such a carrier, such a way of recording. "

He looked at everyone and said, "don't pretend to be everybody. Look at your performance just now, I'm afraid our top ten families are all the same! It's all hidden in the blood

Before he finished, Lawrence's trembling voice interrupted him: "you're wrong... It's not this... It's not this!"

"Look around!" All over his white robe, he said hoarsely: "here... Except Mr. X, there are 12 people in all!"

"What does this... Stand for?"

"Who dares to think about it?"

Dead silence.

Even if all of you here are the supreme Duke of the world, at this moment, you also feel extremely shocked and foggy.

The twelve apostles, the twelve great princes present here, everything is beyond their imagination.

"That's right..." the women of siren family stood up gracefully, with a dignified face, and a drop of blood condensed from their fingertips: "siren family... Is also the same way of recording... With blood as the medium, engraved in the blood."

"The same goes for the Banlong family." The half dragon man like the demon God stretched out his palm, and a drop of blood in the palm refracted the monstrous red awn.

"Like the Voldemort family."“ Like the tagulers. "“ Like the corvinas. "“ The elves, too... "

All the sounds sounded, ten drops of blood, crystal clear, ruby shining in the sky. Lawrence pursed his lips and cut his palms. His voice trembled: "the Vatican... Is still the same..."

"Lord... Is that your will? If it wasn't for the reappearance of the tower of Babel, would we never know that all the top families in Europe and the United States have the same inheritance law? Do you mean to tell the people that we were all twelve sects a thousand years ago? "

"Don't be funny." Thain steelhammer scoffed solemnly: "do you mean to say that the twelve disciples in Europe and America are all our ancestors? The dwarves never needed such ancestors

"The descendants of the twelve disciples may be like this?" Scorris sneered, "are you insulting the twelve apostles, or are you insulting us?"

"The light of the Lord shines on all living beings." Lawrence's white robes all over, cold hum: "how do you want to explain the scene now?"

The woman of siren family took a deep breath and the blood in her hand flew out: "just now it was the history text of scoris. It was just an accident. My grandfather would never believe such a ridiculous thing."

"Brush..." the red light of her blood turned into a blood red aura and attached to the scroll. In the red light, everyone was staring at the scroll.

Then all the Archduke gritted their teeth, and ten crystal clear, gem like blood drops flew to the scroll. In a flash, the red light was very bright.

"Silk..." "unbelievable..." "this... I can't believe it!"“ Is this the true face of our historical text? So what was passed down from generation to generation? "“ Must be combined with the Vatican's original history in order to appear? This... This is incredible. "

A few minutes later, the red awn stopped, lines of text, all appeared in the parchment. But

None of them is the original history they should have!

These families have read all the history. However, this moment is totally different from what they remember! Not words, but

name!

St. Peter! St. Andrea! Chief Jacob! The eagle of Saint John! St. Matthew! Philebus! Saint Jacob! St. domer! Saint Simon! Santa Cruz!

In addition to the previous St. Bartholomew... All of them are the twelve disciples of Jesus!

In the name of the holy.

"Oh..." Leeson's fingers were trembling. In the sky, the sheepskin roll was shining like the gospel of the Lord. His voice was a little erratic: "twelve disciples... Really twelve disciples! What does the Lord mean to us? ""No!" Lawrence stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "one person is missing."

"Among the twelve apostles of the Lord, the only one who has not been given a holy name..." he turned his head, looked at lisengo with burning eyes, and said word by word: "Judas Iscariot, who betrayed Jesus."

"Judas."

Everyone looked in the past, and Li Sen woke up. Then he said in disbelief, "it's impossible. I've dedicated everything to the Lord. I can't be Judas' blood. I..."

"Say less. Mr. lisengo, we are all old acquaintances. " Scorris sneered: "is it true that you draw your blood and give it to your Lord?"

"No way! I will never be Judas As a devout believer, Li Sen could not believe the fact that his forehead was covered with blue veins.

Scorris gave him a mocking look: "it's not you... Is it that simple Marquis over there?"

"Just him?" He did not hide his disdain in his eyes. He glanced at the silent Xu Yangyi: "he is not from Europe and the United States at all. He can't match these noble and holy blood."

"Lisengo." Lawrence took his hand: "I believe in your faith. The Pope is also very confident. Otherwise, it is impossible to appoint you in charge of all the history texts. But it's probably not blood, it's a metaphor for the Lord. This is not the time to get tangled up. "

"Yes..." the woman with the cloak said without emotion: "everything is focused on the tower of Babel. I really want to see how the original historical text will change when the twelve disciples gather together."

"Don't hesitate, Mr. lisengo. This is not the time to talk about faith. We have come all the way here, and we have no time to linger with you. " The roar of the sky.

Li Sen's face changed several times in a row, and finally clenched his teeth: "OK."

"No matter what it is, my name can never be related to a traitor like Judas! I have never felt that there is history in my blood! If it's me... This Council will immediately apply for resigning from the position of Vatican curator and entering... "

"No one cares where you go." Thain steel hammer grinned his teeth and said, "come on... It's just the last name. Don't delay!"

Li Sen no longer opened his mouth, and slashed his palms. The force was so strong that the blood splashed three feet.

He didn't open his mouth and let the blood stream on his hand spread to the ground, his eyes were red with blood.

One minute... Two minutes. Three minutes went by.

No change!

"It's not me..." he trembled all over, raised his head and cried hoarsely to the sky: "it's not Ben Da Gong!"

"It's absolutely impossible for me to have anything to do with Judas!! Lord... Do you see that! Lisengko will always be your most devout believer! "

"Not me... Not me! You all see! It's nothing to do with Ben! "

He opened his arms, let the blood wet his white robe, laughter full of joy and excitement. But no one can laugh except him.

"Not him?" Roar of the sky's thick fingers groped for the dragon's jaw, he also felt incredible, the scene of the twelve Archduke, twelve disciples, exactly right. Who else is there besides lisengko?

Is it

He thought of it, everyone thought of it. Li Sen stopped smiling and looked at him like an eagle.

The fiery eyes stare at Xu Yangyi. Every one is the projection of the Archduke. Such a huge pressure makes him not breathe well.

"What? Do you think it's me Xu Yangyi stood up and bowed with a smile: "is it possible?"

"It's impossible. Just dry your blood." Scolis said with a sneer, "boy, you are too young. You have seen too few things. You have a narrow vision, just like a pig knows its own pigsty and trough. It's stupid. "

"Constantine's offering of earth is not a spiritual treasure, it is better than a spiritual treasure. If we want this kind of thing to start, we must fully meet all the conditions. Hundreds of years ago, there was no news of the tower of Babel, and no family tried all means to study the true meaning of the original history. There will not be such an opportunity to combine the history of the Vatican and the ten families. And today, it started. "

"That is to say... Here, now, it has all the necessary conditions." twelve disciples. The last disciple is not Mr. lisengo. Then... Who will it be? " With a cruel smile on his mouth, he stood up and walked slowly: "I also think you are not Judas. You are not similar to each other at all. Even Judas was once a saint. It's not a mere Marquis, but it's just you. ""Under the crown of scoris..." Xu Yangyi's eyes were colder: "do you really think you've got me?"

"Try?" Scolis's Owl like laughter resounded through the hall: "if a Archduke's power on the seventh floor can't drain your blood, what's his face in New York?"

"Sand Voice just fell, countless pale fire, from his seven orifices, ominous, extremely ominous! With a chilling aura, as if in a cemetery. Around scolis, make him like a king of the dead.

Thin palm open, skull like face, showing a bloodthirsty smile: "call the soul."