We agreed to practice martial arts, why the hell can you explode stars with one punch?.

"Yes."

Haozi nodded in agreement.

Amidst the roars, he followed Bishop Aura, who was wearing heavy armor, towards the shadows in the distance.

Soon, the figures of the two disappeared from the sight of the warriors guarding the Punishment Hall.

There was a hint of regret in the eyes of these people.

"This kid must have some valuables on him."

"Yeah, what a pity. This treasure will probably belong to Bishop Aura."

"Tsk tsk, Bishop Aura has always been known for his iron fist and cruel heart. This kid is so naive. Does he really think the Pope can protect him?"

"Hehe, although the Pope has great authority, he can't control all the dark corners of the Goddess Church. Bishop Aura, who guards the Punishment Hall, is the best at finding benefits for himself in dark corners..."

Haozi had never heard the sinister laughter of these people.

Soon.

He stopped.

At this moment, he had followed Bishop Aura to a dark corner a little way away from the Punishment Hall where almost no one would pass by.

The mouse's eyes rolled around.

Just wanted to say something.

suddenly.

Bishop Ola, who was walking in front, suddenly paused with his heavy figure.

Then, the other party's deep voice sounded:

"Hand it over."

"Hand it over?"

Haozi was stunned.

"Ha ha……"

Bishop Aura suddenly let out a low, sinister laugh. "I can sense the aura of a precious treasure on you. You must be one of the top 100 forbidden-level flesh-and-blood weapons, right?"

"and……"

"It should still be 'original'."

between words.

Bishop Aura suddenly exuded the breath of darkness.

This breath actually turned into substance, and the moment it diffused, it was as if night had fallen.

Haozi's heart tightened.

He can feel it.

The light around is being swallowed up bit by bit.

And in front of him, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Bishop Ola's figure was getting bigger and bigger, making him unable to help but look up.

and……

Feel the shudder!

"Hand it over. You are not qualified to possess this treasure."

"Don't expect the Pope to protect you. I can kill you at will, dump your body in the wilderness, and then call you a spy from the afterlife. The Pope won't blame me, but will reward me instead."

Bishop Aura looked down at the rat.

Undoubtedly authentic.

Haozi couldn't help but curse in his heart.

These goddess-taught warriors are really dogs, so shameless.

Grab things.

They robbed so blatantly.

Good thing...

He had successfully led Bishop Aura to a shadowy place where no one could see him.

Thinking of his divine master, the corners of Haozi's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

He couldn't help but put his hands on his hips, pointed at Bishop Aura and cursed:

"You bastard, you actually stole something from me?"

"You have ten seconds to kneel down and kowtow to apologize! Otherwise... hmph, you'll be in trouble!"

Bishop Ola heard this.

stunned.

Then, it was like hearing a huge joke.

He laughed darkly and softly.

In the eyes behind the helmet.

Suddenly there was a strange blood color.

"Very good, very good. It's been a long time since anyone dared to speak to me like this. In that case..."

"Then you go..."

The word "die" has not yet been uttered.

Suddenly.

Bishop Ola's expression changed.

Swish swish!

In the surrounding darkness, a crimson moon slowly rose.

Simultaneously.

Scarlet tentacles with a deep and brilliant divine aura spread out.

Surround Bishop Aola.

A leisurely voice sounded from the darkness, carrying an unquestionable pressure, saying:

"Since you are seeing the gods, why don't you kneel?"