Chapter 2447

Obviously, he can be the Pope who rules everything, but he foolishly gives up his supreme throne to others. Even the golden robe of cancer, which should have belonged to him, was handed over to his brother. In avid's eyes, master Bai Li's practices made him sneer.

As for what to say, Bai Li let him inherit the silver robe of the altar. In the eyes of avid, he had never seen the silver robe. Even the silver robe on the altar is no exception.

Gold, silver, bronze. This is the distinction. Only the golden saint is the strongest and highest ranking Saint among the saints. The silver saint, no matter how high his status, is just rubbish. He Yavid was born to be above man. In that case, how can he stoop to silver?!

What made avid sneer at most was that he became a saint fighter and had such power, but he actually lived a miserable life like a bitter monk. This is something that avid cannot accept and understand.

In his opinion, everything in this world is only worthy of being ruled and dominated by the strong. And the strong also have the right to get their due glory, wealth and enjoyment. Otherwise, what's the use of such power?!

"Bailey is such a ridiculous old fogey! And Saiqi's stupid Pope. He obviously has such power, but is bound by the rules of the so-called Saint fighter. It's ridiculous. Now the underworld is about to launch a holy war against the upper world. At that time, I'm afraid the holy land will disappear."

Avid sneered, as if talking to himself. He said so, then picked up his glass and drank the red wine in it.

On the square outside the city hall, the poor children were tied to the altar. Young and young bodies trembled and cried, but no one could hear their cries. Even if someone hears it, there is no way to save it.

"Click, click..." with the clear footsteps, Yavid's figure appeared on the roof of the city hall building. He looked down at the dark saints above the square, like an emperor.

"The sacrifice ceremony, get ready to begin." Still holding the wine glass in his hand, avid's mouth tilted up with a vicious wanton smile.

With Yavid's voice falling, the dark saints in the square burst out loud cheers! Their faces were full of cruel smiles.

They are all candidates of saints who have made great mistakes and a few who have been deposed for violating the rules of the holy land. They were exiled from the sanctuary to Queen of death island. Originally, their fate would be to spend the rest of their life on that lonely island, and then die of old age.

However, avid killed the saint fighters guarding Queen's island of death, took them to forge dark holy clothes and escaped from Queen's island of death. And unlike the holy land, which only knows the rules of smoking, avid knows what they want!

With avid, they can get glory, wealth and even immortality! For these dark saints, avid is their dark emperor.

However, as the dark saints cheered, a strange voice trembled, "you demons! Return my children!"

At the gate of the city hall, a thin figure appeared there.

With this sound, the original cheers of the dark saints suddenly stopped, leaving only the cries of the hoarse children on the altar.

The thin figure came into the eyes of the dark Saint fighters. This is a thin middle-aged man. He looks about thirty. He looks old and can't hide the traces of wind and frost left by hard work. On his body, he wore the linen clothes that were often worn by the lower class coolies in Venice.

His hands are wide and covered with calluses, and at this moment, in his hands, he is holding a pickaxe for mining! Looking at the dark saint in the square, he was afraid and trembling. But even so, he still appeared there.

Being watched by so many dark saints, the man's body trembled, but he roared at the dark saints in the square again, "you bastards, don't you hear me?! give me back my child! Otherwise... Otherwise..."

The man's words didn't finish. The figure belonging to Yavid on the high-rise building of the city hall raised an arc at the corner of his mouth. His eyes looked down like looking at a tiny mole ant, "otherwise? Otherwise? What? Smash us to death with the miner's pick in your hand?"

Yavid's words fell, and many dark Saint fighters laughed. Their laughter became more and more unbridled, and their laughter was full of mockery of the poor father.

When they came to Venice, the Venetians did not resist them. But all those who resisted have been killed by them. Until now, there are many people who resist them. After being killed, their bodies are piled up on the City Pier of Venice.

Countless corpses piled up like a hill of corpses. Now the wharf has been completely abandoned. No one in Venice dared to go there again. Only wild dogs and crows went there. The animals pecked at the abandoned bodies.

Avid ruled Venice with violence, despair and fear.

"I think he wants to laugh us to death! Ahaha!" Yavid's words fell, and a big man echoed among the many dark Saint fighters.

"Aha! What a laugh! An ordinary man with a miner's pick wants to be the enemy of our saint fighter?! it's death!" Another dark Saint said.

"I think there's still some time before the sacrifice. Why don't you do something interesting with this poor bastard?" Said a dark saint with a sneer.

"Haha, what's interesting, is it to peel off the fool's skin a little, or break his hands and feet and let him crawl around like a wild dog?" Another dark Saint said in cruel words.

The man trembled in the face of the words of these dark Saint fighters. Fear made his cold sweat hang down. His expression was filled with despair. But even so, he didn't step back. Not only that, he trembled, but finally roared and rushed into the gate of the city hall, "you demons, I fought with you!".