Divine Throne of the Starry Sky God Realm

Chapter 409

"Old dog who deceives the public, we will kill you today!"

"Saint Paul, you old bastard, take your life!"

With a roar of fury, countless holy blood warriors rushed towards St. Paul, with ferocious faces, wishing to drink his blood and eat his flesh!But after all, they are only a group of god-level existences, and they have just lifted the blood corpse puppet curse. When their bodies are extremely weak, let's see if they can perform at the level of a great master with their own strength. St. Paul only supports a protective cover. , they can do nothing.

"My God, what's going on here? Why did the holy blood warriors suddenly attack Lord St. Paul?"

"I don't know, they are all calling Lord St. Paul an old dog, and they used all their strength when they shot, as if they were going to fight Lord St. Paul!"

Facing the sudden change, everyone in the barbarian tribe felt unacceptable and looked at each other in blank dismay. Why did the Holy Blood Warrior who had obeyed Lord St. Paul's order to attack Long Haochen suddenly stop and attack Lord St. Paul instead?
As for St. Paul, although he easily withstood the attacks of many Holy Blood Warriors, he knew that he was suffering in his heart.The Holy Blood Warriors don't have their own sanity and can only obey orders, so even the members of the Holy Race will not hide some secret things from the Holy Blood Warriors, and it is even said that they are the perpetrators of most of the shady things.What does it mean for these people to regain their sanity?The true face that represents the holy race is really going to be completely exposed in front of everyone in the barbarian race, and it doesn't make any sense anymore.

"This Long Haochen understands the affairs of my holy clan, and has the "Great Sacred Book" in his hands, so he is already invincible. What's more, my cultivation level may not be the opponent of this kid, Mr. Wen Ting It’s already dead, so my holy family really wants to die.” St. Paul’s heart was gradually despairing, but suddenly a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: “No, we can’t sit still! The worst consequence of the matter is just The true colors of the saints have been exposed, and it is by no means a problem to escape with my strength at the level of a god-king. But I will take advantage of the present and make a last-ditch effort."

When St. Paul thought of this, a look of determination suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he stood on the stand and muttered for a while, no one knew what he was talking about.But the next moment, everyone in the entire square clearly felt a slight vibration, and it was clear that the statue of the barbarian king Tryndamere moved.

Then, St. Paul shouted loudly: "Long Haochen, your demon skills are really strong, I am not your opponent, my Holy Blood Warriors are all controlled by you, completely lost their minds, and became your minions! You actually let them slander me!" St. Paul told lies without blinking his eyes, let alone red eyes, but Long Haochen couldn't help being stunned for a while. Now these holy blood puppets have finally returned to normal. In St. Paul Instead, it became a holy blood puppet in his mouth.

Long Haochen was about to be annoyed by him, pointed at St. Paul with one hand, and shouted: "You old ghost, you can really spout blood, let everyone see for themselves, what is the current state of these holy blood fighters? They are now His eyes are clear, and he speaks according to his own heart. On the contrary, they were imprisoned one by one in your hands before, and their souls have become like puppets. How dare you say such a thing? come."

When Long Haochen said this, dozens of Holy Blood Warriors also cursed angrily. Although they couldn't help but feel sorry for St. Paul, they knew that Long Haochen had helped them undo the curse on them, so they naturally spoke to Long Haochen. .

They are all the top fighters of the barbarian tribe, and they have a very high status in the city of the barbarian king. The words of these dozens of people are definitely more important than that of a single person, making everyone confused for a while.

"What's going on? Who is telling the truth? On the one hand is the Lord Saint Paul! On the other hand are our barbarian warriors. There are dozens of them. Who should we trust?"

"Who knows? But now the Holy Blood Warriors don't seem to have lost their minds, their eyes are really clearer than before, and their expressions, words and deeds are more like normal people than before."

"Could it be that what Long Haochen said is true, and that Lord St. Paul is really a liar?"

Hundreds of thousands of barbarian people couldn't help but began to think in their hearts, thinking about who they should listen to, after some weighing, unconsciously, their hearts were inclined to believe Long Haochen.

"Could it be, no matter how you think about this matter, what Long Haochen said is more reliable. He has produced evidence for everything! On the contrary, Lord St. Paul, all the evidence produced by Long Haochen shows that he is wrong. Could it be that Is it really him?"

"How is it possible? Everyone, you have to trust Master St. Paul! Everything is a conspiracy by this boy Long Haochen. Although I still don't know exactly what the matter is like, but the truth will definitely be revealed!"

Some people still believe it to this day. Gradually, there was a commotion in the square.

Long Haochen frowned slightly. Up to now, there are still countless people who are still obsessed with their obsessions. It is even said that most people are more willing to believe in the Holy Race, and they are unwilling to believe in Long Haochen. This makes Long Haochen unable to hold back a headache .

"All these evidences have been presented, but there is still no way to overthrow the Saint Race. It seems that this matter is not as simple as I thought. Is it necessary to give up halfway now? But now is there any way to expose the true face of the Saint Race?" Long Haochen thought hard in his mind, but couldn't think of any solution. After a long time, there was only a sigh, listening to the Holy Blood Warrior talking to the barbarians non-stop.

"Everyone! I know that Long Haochen's conspiracy is too deep, and the demon method he uses is too weird. You can't tell who is right and who is wrong for a while. To be honest, even I almost believe that I am a big liar!" St. Paul's voice suddenly sounded over the square.

"Master St. Paul, don't worry! We absolutely support you!"

"We are all saints, and we are the most loyal believers of Lord Barbarian King, so we will not be provoked by outsiders! Long Haochen should be sent to the gallows!"

The fanatics in the audience also went berserk instantly, shouting loudly.St. Paul waved his hand to signal them to be quiet, and then continued: "I am very happy that you believe in me, but there are still many people who don't want to fully trust me, St. Paul, the Holy Race, or the barbarian king. Tryndamere has been watching me high in the sky."

While St. Paul was talking, the statue of the barbarian king gradually hummed, and a faint holy light radiated around St. Paul, looking extremely holy, like a benevolent Father God!
"So, I must clarify this matter with everyone today. I must expose Long Haochen's true colors today!"

"I want to tell everyone, I, Saint Paul, my holy clan, is definitely the messenger of the barbarian king. Only we are your real patron saints, so-"

St. Paul's eyes swept across the audience kindly, as if he thought he was a kind old father, looking at everyone, making everyone's hearts tremble.Finally, St. Paul's eyes fell on Long Haochen, and the moment he met Long Haochen's eyes, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he shouted sharply: "Long Haochen, I want to invite the Holy Tribunal with you!"

Please judge!
As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar, no one thought that Master St. Paul would ask Long Haochen for a holy judge!
"Oh my god, are you really going to ask for a holy judge? Sure enough, only the barbarian king can guide you and tell you the truth about this matter!"

"Finally, I can see the legendary Holy Inquisition. It is said that if it is not a big event that can cause the barbarians to perish, it must not be used. In the past tens of millions of years, the number of Holy Inquisitions can be counted on the fingers, ten times in a row. Not even once, on average, only once every few million years, can I finally see it?"

The barbarian crowd had a thousand emotions, and they were in an uproar. The crowd was excited, but Long Haochen frowned, wanted to ask Bai Po around him but hesitated to speak, and finally asked Wutian in his heart, saying: "Please ask the Holy Judgment? What is this?" ? Senior Wutian, do you know?"

"Invite the holy judge, it should be the name given by the saints, with a holy character. If I guessed correctly, the so-called invite the holy judge is to invite the barbarian king's divine sense to descend!"

"What? Invite the barbarian king to descend? That true god whose cultivation is even higher than Yu Zu, the legendary true god will descend to the world?" Long Haochen couldn't help asking.

"It's not the real body of Senior Tryndamere, but a ray of his divine sense. Don't forget that Lord Tryndamere is a true god. Even if it's just his ray of divine will, it is close to the power of a god, and it can almost destroy the world." Destroyer, powerful enough to solve almost any problem. And he can see everything in the world, no matter what can be hidden from his eyes, he can know who is right and who is wrong, and who is right."

"So powerful?" Long Haochen was speechless to himself, but looking at St. Paul, he muttered, "Please, if this is really the case, then no matter how you think about it, it will be in my favor! I am not lying, and there is no harm." The barbarians, you want to help the barbarians expose the true colors of the saints. On the contrary, the people of the saints, regardless of the holy blood puppets, robbers, robbery, and money-making, are sins that cannot be forgiven by the barbarians. St. Paul, what is he thinking? ?”

As Long Haochen thought about it, the people below were already shouting loudly, gradually becoming uniform.

"Holy Judgment! Please Holy Judgment!"

"We want to invite the Holy Tribunal, we want the truth!"

Long Haochen didn't say any nonsense, just set his eyes on St. Paul, waiting to see his next reaction.

St. Paul turned around slowly, facing the statue of the barbarian king, raised his head, crossed his arms around his chest, and muttered to himself. He could hear the voice, but he couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

(End of this chapter)