Chapter 582

Among the "five speaker" of the holy eagle nest, there is at least one senior leader of the bright church, which Tang Qi can think of without guessing.

After all, when the eagle Federation was established, the Church of light not only deeply participated in it, but also provided great help. In fact, the so-called "Twelve saints" were first the titles handed down by the church, and finally the church was certified.

There are only a few saints who do not lack the recognition of the church, such as Saint confessor Martin Sims.

In those years, the church had a large number of followers due to the achievements of Martin Simms and his concept of "the way that is not practiced is the devil's way". The church tolerated many provocations of Simms.

In the church's view, it is their concession that allows a large group of strong people under the saint confessor to enter the church and become a force they can drive. The most important one is the first disciple of the Confessor, the thorn sword Saint York Sims.

"From the current results, I'm afraid that the patronage of the thorn sword saint and others was..."

Tang Qi frowned slightly. He was at the bottom of the ring building of the "Colosseum". At this time, he could clearly feel the anger and killing intention conveyed by the "speaker" who obviously came from the Church of light.

Obviously, the church also began to realize that these may be the layout of the saint confessor.

"Insidious! Shameless!"

The top of the church probably has this idea in mind.

However, Tang Qi had another idea. If he calculated carefully, he had been in contact with the saint confessor several times.

"This layout has a very long time span, and there is also a 'centennial spiritual barrier' that completely hides the mysterious side. It can't be the layout of Martin Sims alone. I'm afraid the saint prophet Pylos is the main planner."

"With the defection of York Sims, I'm afraid other strong people related to the saint confessor will be worse. Before, the church only suspected the disclosure of the second corrupt head, so it monitored the thorn sword saint and others, but his active defection is tantamount to directly verifying the authenticity of the secret. Isn't it going to involve other strong people?"

"Huh? Wait?"

As soon as Tang Qi's idea flashed here, the corresponding data immediately came to mind.

"The strong men who followed Martin Sims in those years are almost dead. Only those strong men such as the thorn sword saint, the last preacher and the blind monk can survive more than 200 years and resist the spiritual barrier."

"Now the thorn sword saint has officially defected, and the church will fight against the 'preacher', but the trouble is that the preacher Kenneth Graham, in addition to following Martin Sims, is also a devout believer of the 'goddess of order', and the blind monk Jamal, who has received Sims's instruction, is a believer of the 'son of salvation'..."

With similar information, it keeps pouring out.

Tang Qi's face could not help showing a strange look. He seemed to have seen the helplessness and frustration of the Guangming church at this time.

York Sims, without doubt, is a staunch follower of the saint confessor.

Without him, the other "legendary" and even "demigod" ancient strongmen are more or less related to Martin Sims, but most of them believe in other gods in the light camp rather than the "Lord of thorns".

In other words, when the thorn sword Saint defected, the church not only could not purge the rest of the strong, but also had to allocate a large number of forces to monitor these strong more closely.

Obviously, this "poison trick" probably comes from the saint prophet Pylos.

These thoughts seemed complicated, but in fact, they only flashed through Tang Qi's mind. The murderous proposal of the "rotating speaker" fell almost immediately, and the echo came.

"Agree!"

"York Sims, guilty."

"Damn him!"

"He is guilty of waving a sword at his companion."

……

Obviously, they all came from the Church of light, or highly related members, who responded at the same time.

But the momentum is not as strong as expected.

The proportion of church related members in the holy eagle's nest is not high.

At several levels above his seat, a calm echoing voice came from a senior Deacon's seat. Compared with other members, his tone was not excited. It should be his Excellency John Wesley, Archbishop of mihuang branch.

The rotating speaker seemed dissatisfied with the echo momentum. On his hazy figure, the light of holiness and terror was almost overflowing.

"Then, I propose that all members vote, one person, one vote, including the five speaker."

"Wait!"

His words were suddenly interrupted, from his side, a tall figure.

The "speaker" seemed to have a height higher than ordinary people. He sat upright with great dignity, and his upper body exuded a mountain like towering and tenacious breath. He seemed to ignore the anger of the "rotating speaker" and interrupt his voting proposal.

"Look at this before voting."

When the voice fell, he waved his hand, but saw a group of brilliance. He immediately flew to the center of the circular building. In the dark, it seemed that a "real-time" scene was broadcast.

The picture is not only equipped with sound, but also very clear from all angles.

The content inside was impressively brought by the words of the "rotating speaker": York Sims entered the "mystery" and destroyed the scene of the church's encirclement and suppression of the second corrupt leader.

Most members saw the fighting mode of "thorn sword saint" for the first time.

Indeed, as the speaker in office said, he suddenly appeared and interrupted the church's encirclement and suppression of the second corrupt leader. In addition to the unexpected combat power of the thorn sword saint, who successfully defeated the saint jockey Lancelot, there is also the "change" of the second corrupt head.

Ludwig, who should have died completely after being swallowed, regained his body after the head of the second decaying head was cut off by Lancelot.

But Ludwig was acting strangely.

The breath released from him was sometimes himself, sometimes magnificent and powerful, and the light of repentance was surging.

In the dim light, the last scene.

It was Ludwig who covered his head. His facial features were extremely twisted and tangled. He seemed to fall into a state of soul division. He raised his hair and roared in extreme pain:

"Who am I?"

Soon, the light of terror broke out, and when everything returned to silence, Ludwig, the second corrupt head and the thorn sword Saint disappeared without a trace.

"The rebirth of Martin Sims has not been completely completed?"

"He still has the coordinates of God's meteorite land hidden in him. Wouldn't it be possible to capture him before he finds himself?"

For a time, almost all members had this idea in their minds.

Except Tangqi.

His clever and lovely squirrel eyes blinked and opened his eyes.

As a member of insight into the "truth", Tang Qi is sure that Ludwig is Ludwig, and there is no "theory of the reincarnation of the saint confessor".

But the scene just now was incredibly convincing.

"So the next event that is likely to happen, Ludwig, parasitized by the second corrupt leader, continues to be surrounded and suppressed by a large number of mysterious organizations, including the Illuminati church, but the order and chaos camps will certainly lag behind each other, and the corrupt leader will help the 'second' leader."

"In the follow-up, there will be a steady stream of strong people like York Sims, interrupting the encirclement and suppression of all organizations... In order to save Martin Sims who is not completely reborn, there may even be the power of 'saints'."

"This means that for a long time to come, the vision of major organizations on the mysterious side will be projected into the battlefield in the mystery."

"This layout, this script... Too shameless!"

Tang Qi was still very worried about whether Martin Sims could return the Lord of thorns to the throne before the Lord of light woke up.

Now, Tangqi feels there is some hope.

So far, he hasn't done anything. The layout left by Simms and pillers has played with the incomparably powerful Church of light between applause.

"So I might win?"

Tang Qi just had this idea in his heart and was immediately rejected by himself.

"The Church of light is limited to time and information gap. It may be played with for some time, but as Hanukkah approaches, this scene will turn violently, or even overturn."

When he regained his composure.

Above, the voice of the speaker who released the video continued.

"Now, we can have a full vote."

"I choose, refuse!"

"Boom!"

Like a boulder, it fell into the calm lake.

This signal appears, and the really powerful echo scene happens with it.

Closely followed by the speaker who should be from the "official", voices rang out.

"Refuse!"

"I refuse too!"

"This is an internal affair of the church. It has nothing to do with the eagle nest. I refuse."

"York Sims is a federal hero. Whether he is guilty or not needs to be tried by the federal court. The church has no right to lynch him, so I refuse."

As these sounds sounded, two light columns of different colors appeared in the center of the circular building.

Tang Qi looked at this "counting method" with an interesting face. The white light column represents agreement to the proposal, while the red light column is rejection.

The two initially stuck together for a moment, but a few seconds later, the increase of red directly shook off white.

Seeing that the ending had appeared, Tang Qi did not make redundant actions, so he chose to abstain.

"I refuse!"

The last strong voice came from a "Mengxin" who was in the bottom seat of the circular building like Tang Qi.

His voice fell, and the voting result was extremely dazzling in front of everyone. The white light column was almost submerged by the red light like blood.

Whether to hunt down the thorn sword Saint collectively?

Answer: refuse to chase.

Overhead, the rotating speaker said nothing, and the other four speakers also made no action.

Seeing the atmosphere, when it is going to be terrible.

The rotating speaker's incomparably cold and murderous voice suppressed all thunder and lightning and resounded through the whole circular building.

"Break up!"

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