Chapter 648

Port Toulon, St. Claude's Cathedral.

At the top of the tallest tower, two beautiful looking and elegant nuns are carefully serving St. Attila and Rafah, cooking fragrant tea for them on the spot and serving sweet snacks just out of the oven.

St. Attila and Rafa sat at a small square table, overlooking the northeast sky.

On the other hand, their identities are a little awkward at the moment.

This "punitive" war was launched by two men in name. They should be the contact hub of the coalition forces, responsible for mediating the conflicts between the coalition forces, and striving to make the coalition forces form a strong and powerful whole.

With the special status of the Golden Oak Church in the mainland, they should belong to the core of the small group of people with the highest status, the most detached and the greatest power among the Allied forces!

But the embarrassment is that they haven't done anything yet... The Allied forces have been driven out of the port of Toulon, and the extremely powerful allied fleet of the Allied forces has been destroyed in the sea off the port of Toulon?

It's embarrassing.

The Allied forces ran so fast that there was no time to inform both of them. They left both of them in port Toulon.

With their status and the power of the church behind them, they are not afraid of what the dren empire will do to them

But... It's really embarrassing.

Especially

There was a shady deal between Saint Attila and Margaret III.

As for Rafa, he is the soul of Marquis sijak, occupying Rafa's body with secret arts.

Both of them colluded with the Durham Empire, but they didn't know about it yet... So they gathered together to watch the war. They were really full of dirty water, and their minds were full of innumerable shady ideas.

If it wasn't for Rafa's fear of San Attila's personal strength.

If it wasn't for the family background of Santa Attila.

The two men had been fighting against each other for a long time, killing each other in port Toulon, and repaying Heidelberg for their meritorious service.

"Sir Rafa, what do you think of the prospect of this war?" Saint Attila sipped a cup of tea and asked Lafayette quietly. He remembers Margaret III and his deal to use the war as much as possible to weaken the military and national strength of other countries on the mainland.

Rafa chewed the cake in his mouth.

In his heart, he greets the pastry maker of the cathedral - the soul of Marquis sijak, who naturally inherits the taste of Marquis sijak. As a traditional old Durham, his favorite pastry style is traditional and heavy.

And the pastry made by the baker in the cathedral is too fancy.

In the small cake, too much honey and cream are used, and even a little too sweet and greasy cardamom powder is added... This small cake can be described as "plastering" and "showy".

I'll put this guy on the rack later.

Rafa cursed in his heart. He swallowed the cake and raised the cup. His eyes followed the edge of the cup and looked at St. Attila secretly.

"I personally mean that the scale of the war should be expanded..." Rafa firmly carried out Marguerite III's order: "the dren Empire needs to be well beaten, the abyss military expenditure, they must pay... Even, this time, they have to perform greater and more support for the abyss battlefield."

"Whether it's human or material?" Saint Attila looks at Rafah with a smile.

"Both human and material resources." Rafa smiles and nods.

"Well, let's jointly send documents to all countries... Let them mobilize more fleets and troops." Saint Attila said slowly, "the temporary defeat doesn't mean anything. I believe that with the joint efforts of the mainland countries, we can teach this more and more rampant Hydra a lesson."

Rafa nodded with a smile, sipped a cup of tea, and glanced fiercely at the two little nuns standing beside him.

Saint Attila smiles, and then he whispers, "Monsieur Rafah, it seems that he and I share the same aesthetic."

As an old scum, Rafa quickly smelled the "charm" of St. Attila's words that only real scum can feel.

He said in a low voice: "the saint Zion family is happy to be friends with the crown... Ah, friends, they should have a common hobby."

Saint Attila had the same eyebrows.

He was surprised to see Rafa - the perfect test result, the third magistrate of the holy inquisition, even like him, hiding such... Such a rich and colorful personal world under the holy stick mask?He also took advantage of the situation and looked at the two little nuns with a smile.

Rafa whistled softly.

Two people's expressions relaxed at the same time. They laughed at each other and looked at each other. Since everyone was scum wearing a magic wand mask... Then, many of the next things were easy to do.

For example, pull each other to the Empire?

Two people in the heart, at the same time around with the idea of shame.

Powerful and strange waves rolled in from the distance. In the northeast sky, a large black fog came out of thin air. Three young Hydra roared, and their bodies expanded to half a mile. They shook their huge heads, spewed out a large amount of lightning, fire and poison gas from their mouths, and blasted toward a strange figure full of tentacles.

Salian stood on the head of a young Hydra, holding a sword, watching the lightning fast figure in the air.

He tried to attack with his sword several times.

But every time his sword edge is dangerous and dangerous to brush the other side's body, on the contrary, the other side's tentacles have cut several deep wounds on him.

With blood all over his body, Salian clenched the hilt of his sword and acted more cautiously.

The attack of three young Hydra blasted the hill northeast of port Tulun to pieces, and thousands of acres of vineyards, olive groves and flower fields disappeared in the flames and smoke.

On the ground, a figure in the uniform of the Imperial Army rushed into the air to attack the tentacle figure.

But all their attacks failed. They were too slow to touch each other.

On the contrary, the other party's tentacles were lightly shaken, and the people in the imperial uniform were heavily shot down on the ground. In a few breaths, at least 30 elite imperial soldiers were seriously injured, or even directly killed on the spot.

Saint Attila and Rafah stood up at the same time.

They watched the three crazy young Hydra with vigilance, and looked at the strange figure with more fear.

"The nine headed snakes secretly kept by the dren empire... Their appearance is reasonable and not surprising at all."

"But this guy."

Rafa murmured: "he stole a trace of the power of the evil god. He transformed his body into the separation of the evil god... His body is already the body of the evil god, but it is under his complete control."

"These guys, how can they deceive those terrible evil spirits?" "They should be put on the rack of fire," Rafah hissed

Saint Attila looked at the body and a few more bloodstains of Salian, who gradually gushed out of the golden flame.

Because of his deal with Marguerite III, he certainly can't sit back and watch salean fall here.

Rafa is even more anxious.

As a dutiful Minister of the Deron Empire, even if he was covered with Rafah's skin, his awe of the Empire increased. He, too, can't watch salean being killed here.

God knows what that crazy old lady would do?

Rafa felt that if Salian died in front of her own eyes, Margaret III could tear herself up alive.

So, Rafa's action is faster than that of St. Attila, who is just ready to make a move, and Rafa has already roared out of the tower: "heresy, you must be punished the most severely!"

But Rafa had just rushed out, and a bishop in a pale gold robe was in front of him.

The bishop raised his golden scepter: "Sir Rafa, I have the will of his holiness... This war, our church is just a witness... We will never actually intervene in this war."

After some high sounding words, the bishop lowered his voice.

"His holiness asked me to tell you that it's not the best time for us to take part in the coronation of St. Attila... I have brought the holy things. When the holy things light up, you and St. Attila can directly use our Lord's power to punish those heretics. This is His Holiness's, as it is. "

The bishop handed Rafa a a golden, burning oak leaf.

Rafa frowned. Isn't it time for the church to enter?

Who cares what the old God stick hiding in daboga is planning... Rafa only knows that if he can't protect Salian, he will be killed.

Margaret III doesn't even need to do it herself. As long as she divulges her true identity, she will be cut to pieces by the archdioceseBut the bishop in the way, his breath let Rafa feel a bit depressed.

The pure gold scepter in his hand made Rafa feel a trace of inexplicable fear.

Rafa is in a high position, but in the final analysis, he is just a new generation of Golden Oak church. His strength in such a big church is probably above the middle level... And God knows how much inside information and how many terrible immortality are hidden in such a huge thing of Golden Oak church.

Rafa grinned: "well, we..."

The bishop smile: "we just need to wait quietly, fate will naturally put everything we need in front of us."

The guy who is covered with tentacles, his tentacles suddenly become elder.

Hundreds of thin tentacles are like a big net, which binds the three young hydras to death. Then this guy moves all over. The three young hydras, who are half a year old, roar and are thrown up like sandbags. Then they fall to the ground heavily.

The whole port of Toulon is shaking violently.

More than a dozen tentacles tied up salean's neck and limbs.

The man screamed, "I've got you. You can go to die... Ho ho, your brother Hillman, say hello to you!"

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