Lord Roar

Chapter 226 Helping You Out
"Holy Son? Damn, this time the Beamon army caught a big fish." Allen had heard about the coming of the Holy Son when he was in the outpost county.

The Holy Son is the same as the Holy Maiden. Every generation of the Great Pope will select an underage boy from all the believers as the Holy Son, and the selection conditions are extremely strict. Lots of tests.

Moreover, there can be many saintesses, even each archdiocese, but as for the saint son, there can only be one in the entire Holy See.

Like the Holy Maiden, the Holy Son dedicates his whole life to the Holy Father, and accepts the personal guidance of the Grand Pope every day. In addition to the magic of the divine light department, he must learn people's livelihood, military affairs, and so on.

The most important thing is that the Holy Son may not become the Grand Pope, but the Grand Pope must have been the Holy Son.

After finishing off the ascetics, the two tiger princes approached Langningt and Shengzi warily, but they didn't take the initiative to attack. It was clear that the two tiger clan guards remembered Langningt's image of bravery just now. You Shen, their companion was carelessly kicked off the city wall with both hands and feet.

Ronningt exhausted his last bit of strength, stood up slowly, and clenched his hands into fists.

"Surrender, brave human warrior." The older tiger prince persuaded: "Mourinho has surrounded the Fort of Holy Light, and no one can escape."

Ronningt said word by word: "The paladins of the temple never surrender."

Allen, who was hiding in the dark, rolled his eyes and thought to himself: "Well, it will only be beaten like a lost dog."

After Langningt finished speaking, he looked at the Son with apologetic eyes, and continued to shout to Prince Liger: "I know you will not let Lord Son and others go, if I can, I will kill myself as a You released the woman and child in exchange for the price."

The two tiger princes looked at each other, and they both saw secret joy in each other's eyes.

Both of them knew who Ronningt was. He was the chief Templar, the gold medalist in the Southern Diocese.

"Okay! I promise you." The old tiger prince smiled inexplicably.

Seeing that the other party agreed to himself, Langningt patted the baby's head again, picked up a broken sword from the ground and pointed it at his neck, then lowered his head and said to the mother, "Take the child and go under the statue. Wait, that tiger prince will keep his word."

The mother hugged the baby as if she was being pardoned, but when she fled in a hurry, she bumped into Longningt lightly. Longningt, who had been supporting herself, couldn't stand anymore. Broken Sword also flew out.

And the mother holding the baby also fell to the ground, crying silently again. It turned out that her knees were bleeding profusely, and she couldn't walk at all.

"Hahahahaha!" The two lion and tiger princes laughed wildly and said, "It turns out that the strong bow and crossbow are holding on."

After finishing speaking, the young prince of the Tiger Clan walked towards Langningt with a smirk and said, "By the way, I forgot to tell you that Mourinho has an order. Except for Bloodhoof Dina and Shengzi, the rest will be killed."

Ronningt didn't open his mouth to question why the other party didn't keep his promise, because he had resigned himself to his fate, lying flat on the ground, looking at the gray sky, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The sky in the southern parish seems to have always been so gray. I was originally an orphan in the southern parish. Fortunately, I was picked up by the previous generation of Pope and started to believe in the Holy Father. I have come to today step by step and gave up becoming the guardian of the holy mountain. , gave up being the guardian guard of the Grand Pope, and even gave up being sent out to become the head of the crusade army, just because the southern diocese was his hometown, where he was born and raised, where his friends, his mentor and his partner.

A wide-mouthed and broad-nosed face blocked the sky, and looked at him ferociously.

Ronningt closed his eyes, and the mother's screams sounded in his ears.

In the next second, he felt two puffs of warm liquid sprinkled on his face. He knew that it was blood. He was very familiar with that feeling, warm and sticky.

After a while, Langningt opened his eyes strangely, and found that the tiger prince who raised the butcher knife just now fell on him slowly in horror, and there was another sound of heavy objects falling to the ground next to his ears the sound of.

But at this moment, Longningt had no strength at all, and the prince of the Tiger Clan was pressing on him like a mountain, which made him unable to breathe.

Kicking Longningt's corpse over with one kick, Allen squatted down and stabbed another tiger prince who was clutching his chest and hadn't breathed yet, before standing up and shaking Sanleng.Bloodstains on the thorns.

"Little Tete, I am kind today and saved your life." After Allen finished speaking, he helped the mother up and took the baby from the other's arms, but the mother did not refuse after hesitating for a moment.

Although Allen had only met Longningt once before, everyone was their own master at that time, and they were also facing an endless situation.

If it was normal, let alone the chief gold medalist in the southern diocese, even if he met an ordinary temple paladin, he would be popular with a bayonet.

But this time is different from the past, Allen found that this religious lunatic unexpectedly discovered a kind of brilliance of humanity, which made him look at Ronningt with admiration.

Allen is a very emotional person. When he saw Longningt pat the baby's head very gently, he felt something in the bottom of his heart, so he rescued him. Besides, this guy didn't seem to live much longer. .

Rubbing the baby's face with his nose affectionately, Alan's bearded baby giggled happily like a steel needle.

"Are you the Son of God?" Allen, who was holding the baby in his arms, squinted at the young man sitting beside him.

Allen found that this holy son was really extraordinary. Facing the scene of dead bodies everywhere, his facial expression was neither happy nor sad, as if he had long been underestimated or used to it?Isn't this kid blind like a blind dragon?

"Hello, Mental Lun, the evil son of chaos, I am Orpheus, and I am also the holy son in your mouth." The corner of the young man's mouth was drawn with an arc, but the words he said were not very pleasant.

Allen noticed that this so-called holy son was still a big bald head, but he looked only in his teens, and he should be about the same young as Zack, but he was much cleaner than Zack, and his facial features were quite handsome, but it was a pity that his expression No matter how you look at it, it makes you feel inaccessible.

Allen ignored him, helped Longningt up and said, "Ask you something. Just now, my Harpy said that there was an enemy attack outside the Beamon army. Has your Holy See's reinforcements arrived?"

Ronningt shook his head and said: "The magic confinement blocked all the teleportation circles in the Holy Light Castle, and it's impossible to be so fast!"

"Strange, who could it be? It wouldn't be Thackeray and Gonzalez, right? No, just a few people can't make Mourinho trouble."

Holy Son Orpheus stood up from the ground and said softly, "Maybe I know the answer, son of chaos."

Orpheus walked towards the city wall, and seemed to be feeling something after closing his eyes slightly. After a while, he slowly turned his head and said, "I feel a breath from a different plane and the nether world in the distance. I'm very unwell."

"Speaking of people, how many people are on the other side, and the composition of the troops." Allen walked over impatiently, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything clearly except the densely packed Beamon army under the city wall and in the distance.

"Evil Son of Chaos, Conslet is your friend, right?" Orpheus said with a half-smile.

"Handsome old man?" Allen knew that Conslet had the ability to summon an army of undead, including the old butler Lacey, who also had a good dark cultivation, but the entire southern parish was not imprisoned by the elemental priests of Beamon Yet?
"Damn! Take me to the teleportation circle in your castle, has the imprisoned position disappeared?"

"Yes, it's weakening, I can feel it." Langningt, who was being supported by someone, said with joy on his face: "Master Shengzi, if you recover, please leave."

"No!" Orpheus looked at the innocent believers, and said resolutely, "Let them go first."

(End of this chapter)