Chapter 1798

"Boom!"

The huge vibration sound was transmitted to a range of tens of miles, and layers of land were raised on the surface of the earth. The strength of this foot was too strong. In Chekov's stunned eyes, the dozen paladins who could be called experts had been crushed together, and there was a crackling sound, and blood and flesh splashed.

Seeing this situation, Chekov's eyes almost stared out.

All this is terrible.

"This... This is OK?"

Chekov's mouth trembled and said.

One foot, only one foot!

Chekov looked at the ox demon king as if he were looking at monsters, as if he had never thought that the ox demon king in front of him would be so fierce, and the records of sacred vessels quickly appeared in his mind.

The so-called sacred objects were originally just ordinary objects. They can be a cup, an insect or a weapon.

There are many ascetic monks in the Vatican. These ascetic monks are some retired paladins. These people are distributed in all parts of the world. They are extremely powerful and even have a terrible reputation. Their influence is terrible in the whole Vatican.

These people either wear thin clothes or wear light clothes, but no matter what, they will carry something in their cultivation.

These utensils are their favorite and will be brought to them in their cultivation.

With the passage of years, the things they wear will begin to change with the continuous enhancement of their cultivation. This change is undoubtedly an essential change.

It is said that in the Vatican, there is a sacred vessel called the Holy Grail. According to ancient records, this holy grail is the last artifact used by God on earth. It is precisely in this way that it is added to God's glory and power.

The power is unimaginable.

The holy vessels worn by these paladins were faded by the ancient bitter friars in battle after battle.

Even Chekov could not know what terrible power it contained, because even in his position, if he wanted to get access to holy vessels, he had to follow the instructions of the Pope.

Sacred vessels are one of the powers of the Vatican, so no one except the Pope can take them away without permission.

"It broke with one foot. Is this special still a sacred vessel?"

When that foot dissipated, a piece of flesh and blood blurred corpse and pieces of broken marks had appeared on the ground.

These are broken paladins and their sacred vessels!

"Who the hell are you?"

Looking at Ye Fantian, Chekov was about to cry.

He has never seen such abnormal characters. These two guys are so abnormal. Even Chekov has reason to believe that ye Fantian in front of him. No, even if it's not ye Fantian, the ox demon king can beat the Pope, even if he doesn't know his mother.

"Is this the sacred vessel?"

Ye Fantian waved casually, put a piece of broken holy ware in his hand and observed it carefully.

These are really just ordinary armor, but there are traces and fluctuations on the armor. These fluctuations are terrible. At least Ye Fantian has rarely seen such terrible fluctuations. Of course, this is also terrible relative to the earth.

"Hiss..."

A white awn appeared while his fingers were rubbing the fragment, trying to pierce Ye Vatican's fingers:

"It's all broken into this shape, but I didn't expect that it still has such strength."

Ye Fantian murmured.

Savor the fluctuation in the fragments carefully. It seems that the fluctuation comes from a mysterious existence, not the same as the weapons on Ye Fantian. However, when ye Fantian tried to find them again, these holy weapons suddenly turned into powder, and then dissipated in nothingness

"Well?"

Ye Fantian looked at the ashes in his hand curiously.

"This is the power that the bitter friars have gathered for decades or even hundreds of years. Now after it is broken, the power is destroyed and will naturally disappear."

Chekov said hurriedly.

"Well..."

Ye Fantian nodded and understood.

"Chekov..."

A rough voice is transmitted, and the emphasis of the voice has an ancient flavor.

Ye Fantian's language is very comprehensive, so you can easily know what these guys are talking about.

The speaker was a burly man. At this time, the man was held by several people. In front of his chest, a huge wound was bleeding. These people were the werewolves who had just been chased and killed. At this time, they were in rags, which was obviously caused by the forced transformation of being chased and killed by the Vatican.

"Carlos..."

Chekov's obscene expression changed and became a little serious, but more seemed to be with a trace of bitterness and regret.

"Chekov, you're not dead."

The man named Carlos said coldly.

The evil spirit flashed away. It was a faint killing intention. Ye Fantian was sure that this guy would kill if he wasn't here.

"Yes, I'm not dead. I'm still alive."

Chekov reluctantly lit a cigar, which seemed very indifferent, but his trembling palm completely betrayed his inner ups and downs.

"Why are you still alive? Why don't you die? You bastard!"

Carlos's mood immediately began to riot. He grabbed Chekov's clothes and shouted loudly.

Ye Fantian pulled away the Bull Demon King who wanted to rush up. He could see that there was a certain past between Chekov and the other party.

"Did these two guys have sex?"

The ox demon king thought maliciously.

Hearing this girl's obscene words, ye Fantian almost couldn't help kicking this girl away.

"If it weren't for you, Vivian wouldn't die. Light and darkness are natural opposites. Why did you know Vivian? Why did you treat her like this? She's just a child. She never did anything to miss! What about you? Instead of protecting her, you hurt her, you bastard and coward!"

Carlos roared wildly.

"I'm a coward, I'm a coward..."

Chekov murmured to himself.

"Yes, you are a coward. As a bright person, how can you not feel the dark smell of Vivian, but you blindly approach her. I won't let you go!"

Carlos roared wildly. Among his eyes, the wolf eye stood out again.

The fierce light was terrible.

"Yes, I'm a coward. I saw Vivian's death with my own eyes. I was stabbed to death in front of me. I have no power to protect her. Why? Why don't I feel the dark smell on her... Or, I feel it, but I don't care?"

Chekov hugged his head in pain:

"Why!!"

The roar came out. The sad voice, with unbearable pain, Carlos, who had planned to take the shot, finally stopped grasping his wolf claw.

"We have preserved her body. If you want to see it, come to me!"

While talking, with the help of Carlos, he made a grateful look at Ye Fantian and the ox demon king, and slowly left here

Chekov kept going crazy and hit the ground hard with his head, with blood flowing, but he didn't seem to feel it until he had no smoke and strength.

Ye Fantian and the ox demon king stood not far away, smoking, but ye Fantian didn't want to take care of it, but couldn't take care of it. This kind of thing is best to decide by himself.

It's useless for others to intervene.

"Vivian is a wolf girl. She is young, beautiful and kind. She seems to be quite curious about everything in the world. She is my woman. I like her since I first saw her. With my strength, I can feel the dark breath on her. We have killed too many dark lives, even my hands are full of too many The blood of dark life... But I didn't care, or I deliberately didn't care. "

Chekov spoke slowly.

He seemed to fall into some kind of memory and said again:

"She doesn't know my identity, even if she knows it, she won't care, because she is too kind. We have spent half a year together. During this half a year, we caress, make friends with each other, and even we get rid of each other's identity and constantly seek a happy life beyond meat ti... Beauty always comes so suddenly, But it always disappears when you can't give up. "

Speaking of this, Chekov's tone undoubtedly began to become more and more low:

"They found us. I am a bright man and a servant of God. I should appear in the bright world. Werewolf, even if you haven't done bad things, you are also a dark creature. Even if you don't do bad things now, you will do it in the future. Therefore, you must die."

Ye Fantian sighed helplessly and shook his head. Chekov is really miserable. This kind of third rate and dog blood can be met by each other. I have to say that Chekov is too sad.

"This time, they sent more than a dozen bishops and even retired ancient friars. We ran away, but the power of chasing and killing was too strong. Even if we ran faster, we still didn't escape them. Vivian was killed like this in front of me... Pope, you old bastard!!"

Chekov's eyes suddenly moved, setting off an infinite light!