Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 735: The Congregants Are Shocked, a Trip to the Magic City

"Will the leader go to the Magic City in person?"

"When will the Master go?"

When the immortals heard Zhang Zhiwei say that he was going to the Magic City, they were overjoyed and asked him about it immediately.

"No rush!" Zhang Zhiwei said, "Ask about the situation first!"

Although he has decided to go, he will not set off immediately. He is the leader of the hall, not its nanny.

An excellent leader must be able to enhance the capabilities of his subordinates and give them opportunities to fully develop their abilities. How can he take on everything himself?
Let's find out the situation first. Zhang Zhiwei took out the Yin-Yang paper and was about to ask, but he found that Wang Ai had already sent a message.

Wang Ai first reported the previous situation, and then concluded:
"Brother Zhang, I was impulsive and had an unshirkable responsibility for the failure of this operation. I acted rashly without investigating the opponent's strength, causing the hall to lose soldiers and even myself to almost lose my life there."

"If it wasn't for the moment when a big hand suddenly appeared in the sky, attracting the enemy's attention and delaying us for a moment, we would have been in danger. Now our people have retreated to a safe place, so Brother Zhang don't have to worry."

Zhang Zhiwei did not blame him, but responded:
"That hand is mine. The moment the disciples died, I retrieved their souls. They are now waiting to be transformed into breeze in the hall. The immortals are also here with me, so they are all fine."

When Wang Ai heard the news, he was overjoyed. The immortal was not dead. Although the disciples who went out to perform rituals had turned into Qingfeng and there were fewer people working in the secular world, they had become reserve forces and the loss was not too big.

Moreover, the several disciples who took part in this operation were all of the older generation and were very old. Even if they did not die this time, their time would come and they would pass away in a few years. This time, the process was just advanced a little bit. In other words, the real casualties in this operation were just a bunch of snakes, rats, insects and ants.

These things are the least valuable. The immortals can produce another batch in a short period of time with some effort.

Wang Ai's sense of guilt was greatly reduced, and at the same time, he admired Zhang Zhiwei more and more.

Thousands of miles away, he only needed to reach back to cover his actions, minimize the losses, and save their lives.

Senior Brother Zhang is exactly like the Tiantong Sect Leader he promoted himself as.

He told the news to other people around him, and the morale, which had been low, suddenly rose.

Master Huang Jiu slapped his chair and said happily, "It turns out that it was the leader who took action. The leader is truly a god!"

The ones in trouble this time were its guards, and now that it was a false alarm, it was naturally happy.

"The little Taoist priest's strength is really hard to understand as he was able to snatch someone from the hands of that red-clothed ghost guy thousands of miles away." Fire Cloud Evil God whispered.

He had previously taken a shot from Akado, and his broken arm had been repaired by the healing talismans. Zhang Zhiwei left him a few of them when he left.

Although Huoyun Evil God is a battle maniac, he often says that he just wants to kill you, or be beaten to death by you.

But in fact, he doesn't want to lose, nor does he want to die. If the opponent is obviously stronger than him, he will not run over to challenge him.

Judging from the final burst of Qi, he admitted that the red-clothed ghost was stronger than him, and he did not want to fight with such an enemy.

"That foreigner is very powerful. If we want to take him down, I'm afraid we'll have to rely on the little Taoist priest to take action!" said Fire Cloud Evil God.

“If even the evil god can’t deal with him, then Senior Brother Zhang is the only one who can take action!” Wang Ai said.

At this time, Master Huang Liu suddenly said, "If the leader comes, it will be no problem to deal with that ghost guy. But now, we don't even have basic information about the other party's identity and purpose. If we rashly ask the leader to take action, won't it make us look a little too incompetent?"

Wang Ai paused for a moment. It was indeed impossible to refute what he said. It seemed that there was a point to it.

Hearing this, Huoyun Evil God glanced at Wang Ai and leaned back on the sofa with his hands folded. He was a martial artist and not good at speaking.

Master Huang Jiu was also serving as a saw-mouthed gourd nearby. Although Wang Ai was not very strong, he was the head of the Chuan Hall after all. His status was equal to his, and he was even more experienced than him. It was not worth it for him to have a conflict with him.

But Master Huang Liu is different. He is more familiar with Wang Ai and even knows that Wang Ai likes Guan Shihua, a disciple from his sect who is good at performing rituals. Therefore, he always regards himself as an elder in front of Wang Ai.

It reminded: "Wang Ai, I think that even if we really need to ask the leader for help on some matters, we should do it after we have done what we should do."

"For example, report the other party's information, and then tell the leader who this person is, where he came from, what is his purpose in coming to us, what threat he poses to us, and what benefits will we get from getting rid of him, and what losses will we suffer if we don't get rid of him?"

"The leader is our leader after all. Although he is humble and doesn't care about these rules, we can't ignore them."

Master Huang Liu looked into Wang Ai's eyes and said in a deep voice, "The leader is the chief. We, the subordinates, can report news to the chief, analyze the pros and cons, and even give opinions, but we cannot assign the chief to do things. That would be an overstepping of authority and a taboo."

Wang Ai was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then nodded seriously: "Master Huang, I understand."

Afterwards, he sent another message to Zhang Zhiwei, reviewing again the mistakes he had made in this operation, and assured Zhang Zhiwei that he would find out the information of the two people in the shortest possible time and report to him so that he could decide what to do next.

Zhang Zhiwei received Wang Ai's message and nodded. Although he had actually decided to go to the Magic City, Wang Ai's style of doing things made him feel comfortable anyway.

"Keep reporting. After I take care of things on the mountain, I'll bring people to the Magic City!"

After Zhang Zhiwei sent this message, he collected the souls of several immortals into the space in the hall. Then he turned into a black energy and flew out of the window, transformed into a nightingale, flew to the middle of the mountain, stopped on a tree, and looked ahead.

There, under the moonlight, Lu Ci was carrying a hoe that was shining brightly, and hoeing the ground lightly.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhiwei's mind moved, and he spit out a ball of black energy. The black energy fell to the ground and turned into a badger, wandering in the fields and coming in front of Lu Ci.

Lu Ci was concentrating on practicing hoeing when he was suddenly interrupted by a badger. He frowned, spread his legs, and dug at the badger with his hoe.

The civet twisted its body and escaped from under his crotch.

"Fuck, what the hell is that?" Lu Ci was shocked. With his ability, he couldn't even take down a badger. What was going on?
He turned his head to look, only to find that the wild beast had turned into a ball of black energy and was flying away.

He followed the trajectory of the black energy and saw Zhang Zhiwei standing on the treetop surrounded by black energy.

Lu Ci let out a long sigh: "Brother Zhang, it turned out to be you, you scared me!"

"Good training!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

"It's all because of Senior Brother Zhang's powerful skills." Lu Ci said with a smile.

"How powerful can a hoeing technique be? It just fits you very well." Zhang Zhiwei said, "Erbi, get ready, it's time to do it!"

"What kind of work?"

Lu Ci was cheered up. Although they had gone down the mountain to Changjun not long ago, they only dealt with some poisonous zombies that time, which was very frustrating.

"There's a situation in the Magic City, Fatty needs manpower!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"So, Senior Brother Zhang, when are we going to set off?"

"I'll ask my master for instructions tomorrow!" After Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, he was surrounded by black energy and turned into a nightingale and left.

Lu Ci also put down his hoe and hurried back to the house to rest. Since he was going out to work, he naturally had to conserve his energy.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei notified Lu Jin, Zhang Huaiyi and Tian Jinzhong. These guys were also practicing, and they were all excited when they learned that they were going to the Magic City. Especially Zhang Huaiyi, he was particularly active this time.

Just now, when Zhang Zhiwei came to call him, he was practicing the mask of divinity. He also wanted to be like Zhang Zhiwei, reach the third level of the mask of divinity by acting himself, and then accept the faith and gain supernatural powers.

The Tiantong Church in the Magic City is the source of his faith.

It can be said that what kind of supernatural powers he can obtain in the future depends on how the believers there believe.

But the key point is that the fat guy Wang Ai gave him a rubbish priest position with the ability to hear things.

He had been thinking about how to find an opportunity to go to the Magic City and let this guy give him some divine duties to prepare for his future role as a god.

Zhang Zhiwei's notification just now was undoubtedly like a pillow when he felt sleepy. He just went to solve this matter.

Moreover, he can also show his face in front of the believers, demonstrate more of his abilities, and brush up on the power of faith.

"Senior brother, when are we going?" Zhang Huaiyi said excitedly.

"What? Are you going to start collecting travel expenses?" Zhang Zhiwei teased.

"Brother, you're joking. With Fatty Wang here, why should I care about these things?" Zhang Huaiyi said, scratching his head.

Afterwards, when he saw Zhang Zhiwei was about to leave, he hurriedly stopped him and asked him in detail about how to play himself and condense the third level of the mask of the divinity.

When his junior fellow apprentice asked questions, Zhang Zhiwei naturally gave him advice and explained his own experience to him in detail.

at the same time.

On the other side, the Peace Hotel.

Akado shot and killed Edward Sassoon's guard, which scared everyone. Fortunately, the butler came forward to stabilize the situation.

Because the previous battle had made a mess of the Peace Hotel, Edward contacted the nearby Magic City Old Hotel and planned to host a banquet for the Royal Anglican Knights there.

But Accardo was clearly in no mood to eat.

He grabbed Edward by the collar, lifted him up like a chicken, and asked with a grin who had attacked him earlier.

Edward was trembling with fear. How could he answer this question? He had too many enemies in his line of work.

But then he reacted and said quickly:
"It must have been done by the Caoqing Gang and the people from Yongxin Company. They have been rebelling a lot recently. I was just about to eradicate them, and they must have come to my door first."

He didn't know anything about the Tiantong Church.

"Caoqing Gang, Yongxin Company..." Akado laughed and said, "Come on, take me there, I'll kill them all right away!"

But at this moment, a strong wind blew, and dense golden papers flew and suddenly stuck to the wall. An invisible field unfolded and enveloped everyone.

Then, dense guns and swords flew out from nowhere, bringing with them a sharp sound of wind, and shot several of Edward's guards directly into hedgehogs.

"Barrier?" Akado left Edward and looked around.

Butler Walter glanced at the dead and said calmly: "Those who died were all people who knew black magic. Although I didn't want to see it, I still ran into it. It's really tricky!"

Having said that, there was no sign of nervousness in his expression. He looked clearly relaxed and comfortable.

"Da da da……"

Heavy footsteps were heard.

“We are the Lord’s agents, God’s representatives on earth…”

The person who came out was Father Anderson, who had fought with Zhang Zhiwei before.

Previously, he was investigating the deserted Holy Trinity Church when he suddenly heard a huge noise here. He followed the sound and unexpectedly gained a huge reward.

"Chapter Thirteen of the Vatican's Traitors!" Akado said calmly.

Father Anderson looked at Accardo and recognized him as a vampire at a glance, then he looked at the butler Walter next to him.

He didn't know Accardo, but he knew Walter, and Corey Thirteen had his information.

A Protestant Royal Anglican Knight and steward of the Knights of the Round Table, Hircine.

Father Anderson walked towards the two of them and said, "They believe in the Lord and bathe in the glory of the Lord, but they secretly control the vampires to do things for them."

"Not having absolute faith is equal to having absolutely no faith!"

"The Protestants, including that old bastard Hircine, are all heretics who go against the will of the Lord. To deal with heretics, we should kill them all!"

As he spoke, two gun swords appeared in his hands, forming a cross shape with the top short and the bottom long.

He came here to maintain the dignity of the Holy See and deal with heretics. Now that he has seen a heretic, he will naturally not sit idly by.

"Nice to meet you, Anderson, and then goodbye forever. How dare you call my master a bastard? Don't even think about returning from here alive. I'll kill you!"

Akado took out the two guns in his hands, stacked them on top of each other, and formed a cross shape with the top long and the bottom short.

The battle was about to break out, with both of them facing each other with sharp thorns. Anderson's gun sword pierced through Akado's chest, and Akado fired several shots at Anderson's eyes with his large-caliber pistol, knocking him away.

"Clown!" Akado pulled out the sword from his chest and grinned.

But at this time, Anderson reappeared unharmed, and the two gun swords pierced his body again.

"Ok?"

Akado looked back in surprise, then picked up the powerful cannon-like pistol and fired at Anderson continuously.

But Anderson ignored the attack and rushed forward despite the bullets, firing a series of dense rain of gunblades, nailing Akado to the wall. The text on the gunblade glowed, forming a seal that blocked Akado's movements.

Even though his body was covered with muskets and swords, Akado still grinned: "What a strong body, and the ability to regenerate itself!"

"That's right!"

Anderson grinned and sneered, slashing with his sword, leaving a clear blood mark on Akado's neck.

A grinning head slowly fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)