The best golden pupil

Chapter 830 The Swordsman
This is not because Momins is pretending to be aggressive, but because he has to do it at this time.

Although they took in two younger brothers, they were only superficially convinced, and somewhat unconvinced in their hearts. The important thing is that they need to know your strength to follow you.

Now this counts as an opportunity.

If Momins survived this battle, it would probably be a great boost to his reputation.

Of course, what is more important is that he is sure that the blood clan and the religious government can fight for thousands of years, so they naturally have their own means.

In the religious palace, there are also spies placed by the blood race. As long as the other party is dispatched on a large scale, it will be difficult to conceal the news.

Right now, he didn't get any news in advance. Obviously, this was a sudden move by the religious government, so in this way, not many people will be brought.

Almost all the priests in Licheng, he is really not afraid of just this few people.

"Let the clansmen hide it well and set up traps, they will come in, and then give them something to try!" Momins said coldly with eyes like hawks.

Luka immediately bowed and retreated after hearing the words, and began to command in an orderly manner.

Now that the boss has decided to fight, what he has to do now is to prepare for the battle with all his strength.

"Bring me the weapon!"

Momins looked around and saw that everyone had little fighting spirit, so he shouted coldly again.

Soon, a long ax was brought in. It was covered with patterns and had a sharp blade.

After making two gestures with the axe, Momins turned around and walked out with one hand.

All he has to do now is to set an example and boost morale.

If not, no matter how many clansmen there are, it is estimated that it is impossible to win this time.

At the same time, outside the castle, the priests came out one by one, and the searchlights moved forward one after another, surrounding the castle.

However, these people did not rush in, but stood outside waiting for orders.

The blood race inside was silent, and everything that could be closed, such as windows, was closed, as if the people inside did not exist.

In this case, the two are deadlocked here. Ning Tao looked at the ancient castle not far away, and then saw that William seemed to rush in. He couldn't help frowning, and stretched out his hand: "William, what are you doing?"

Being held back by Ning Tao, William looked displeased, looked puzzled, and said stiffly: "Naturally, I will go in and save these heretics."

"Just rush like that?"

Ning Tao looked at the priests holding big swords one by one, and couldn't help but feel the corners of his mouth stiffen.

In his opinion, there is no need to rush, and it is just right to set the house on fire.

William looked at Ning Tao as if he was looking at an idiot, and didn't say anything, but his face was full of doubts, as if he was saying: How dare you rush.

"I have a way?" Ning Tao coughed dryly, and said his thoughts decisively.

"There is still a smell of gas inside now, as long as there is a little spark, the house will definitely be blown up."

Unexpectedly, William refused decisively when he heard the words, shaking his head and said: "My lord, this house obviously has a certain history. It can be regarded as a heritage. We have an agreement with other countries to minimize the movement as much as possible. Besides, there may be a lot of people inside. And the poor..."

Listening to William's explanation, Ning Tao was speechless. He really wanted to say: Just now your people killed very vigorously, and I didn't see you being soft-hearted.

"Then why don't we wait until dawn to start?"

This is not the time to reason, Ning Tao swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said.

It wasn't that he was doing good to these people, but that when he looked through it just now, he saw that there were many blood clans with their fangs sticking out hidden in the castle, and there were not a few of them.

He is well aware of the strength of the blood race, and it is still unknown whether these people from the Jiaofu can win.

"If Lord Master is afraid, you can back off. This kind of thing is what our priesthood is supposed to do. Afterwards, I will truthfully explain your contribution to His Majesty the Pope."

Looking deeply at Ning Tao, after listening to him say so much, William naturally thought that Ning Tao was afraid, so he opened his mouth immediately.

"Am I afraid?"

Ning Tao rolled his eyes vigorously, feeling the urge to curse. Looking at the confident William, he forcefully suppressed the doubts in his heart, pointed to the dark castle and said, "There are many vampires in here, what do you bring?" Are there enough people?"

Now is not the time to be impulsive. The key thing is that he has clairvoyance, but he can't explain it clearly. Right now, I just want to remind him.

"Don't worry, even if it is the entire Devil Party, my priest is not afraid of a battle!"

William waved his hand and said, "Attack!"

What could be more exciting than killing blood clans now.

Following William's order, the priests around in groups of three or five quickly approached the castle.

Fortunately, these people were not reckless, and the groups were very vigilant. Ning Tao did not stand up and fell to the end.

If such a brainless fan wants to rush ahead, he can just rush, he is not interested in this, God knows what kind of moth will come out of it.

The courtyard wall of the ancient castle did not hinder these priests, and everyone rushed over one after another. When they came to the gate, the three priests roared wildly, and immediately slashed the long swords in their hands towards the door.

"Crash" sounded.

The door wrapped in that layer of steel was cut open a few times, and then kicked open with an astonishing speed.

However, as soon as the door was opened, a cold light flashed by. Before the three priests figured out what was going on, they felt a chill on their necks, and then fell to the ground with a plop.

"Momins!"

Ning Tao's eyes were sharp, and he recognized Momins immediately, his pupils shrank slightly.

This was the first time he saw Momins since he came to Yuanzhou. Compared with Xia Guo, the latter's aura was more than a little stronger, and he didn't know how to upgrade so quickly.

However, looking at the battlefield, Momins was very shrewd and did not love to fight. After killing three people, his figure suddenly flashed, and he retreated into the room again.

After losing three comrades in arms at once, the other priests not only did not fear, but two or three groups quickly stepped forward with swords and quickly entered the room.

However, before other people could enter, there were screams and screams. From the sounds, it was obviously these priests.

The sound came and went quickly, in less than a minute, it had already disappeared, and the room fell into silence again.

This time, the people outside immediately looked at each other in blank dismay, and they dared not go in rashly.

There were no fewer than ten people who went in just now, but they disappeared after a few breaths, and people couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

The crowd parted, and William, who came with a sword, had a cold face, looked at the dark doorway, was silent for a moment, waved his big hand, and said coldly: "Throw gas, burn the house."

Didn't you say you can't burn down the house?
Ning Tao raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, a little confused.

Soon, more than a dozen priests took out grenades from their waists and threw them in one by one.

(End of this chapter)