Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

"Besides, we can't tell whether those things in the sky are friends or foes. Neither of us can leave Shengjing."

Hou Tu frowned slightly, and the images of Zhang Yi and Yang Xinxin appeared in her mind.

"But they passed by."

Shang Daowen looked up at the sky, and after a moment he let out a long sigh, his breath turning into a thick white mist in the cold temperature.

"Huandun is a man who never takes risks. His abilities possess the most powerful self-preservation capabilities in the world. There's no need to worry about him."

"Let them go and explore the way first! If there is any benefit to be gained, it won't be too late for us to go over there later."

Hou Tu pondered for a while and finally nodded.

……

In addition to Huaxu Kingdom, all major countries and forces in the world have received this invitation.

In the Holy See of Bethel in Western Europe, Pope Alexander X sits on a silver-white throne, wearing a wide white silk robe inlaid with gold patterns, looking sacred and luxurious.

It just combined with the old chicken skin on his face and dry claws gave people a weird feeling.

His Holiness the Pope does not look holy, but rather like a dying old man.

In front of him, on the blue transparent three-dimensional screen was Fremons' letter for help.

The white of his eyes took up most of his eyeballs, leaving only a small pupil.

Looking at the request for help in front of him, he had a blank expression on his face, but the more he looked like this, the more terrifying it gave people, as if he were a resurrected mummy.

Behind him stood a young, handsome blond man who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. He bowed his head gently and respectfully, waiting for the order from His Holiness the Pope.

And below the throne, on the red carpet of the temple, separated by more than a dozen steps, stood four figures of different shapes.

A tall bishop dressed in red, with a silver cross on his chest and a thick, classical Holy Scripture in his hand;

A knight wearing silver Templar uniform, with a holy silver cross two-handed sword at his waist, his hair neatly combed back with hair oil, and a thin face with dead fish eyes;

A middle-aged priest, nearly two meters tall, with a head full of silver hair, looked to be at least fifty years old, but as strong as a bear. Through his open white cassock, one could see the handle of the gun at his waist.

And there was an extremely beautiful nun who was dressed in black nun's clothes and kept her eyes closed waiting for the Pope's orders.

The Pope casually read the letter asking for help, and then turned the two pupils in his eyes to the four people below.

"The trouble in Huaxu Country was just resolved, and now Fremons is under attack from the underground civilization again."

"These bastards, living in hell, making pacts with the devil and surviving in such a humiliating way, truly don't know how to stop for a moment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly middle-aged priest among the four people below suddenly grinned.

"Hey!" He placed one hand on his chest and bowed. "Your Holiness, please allow me to lead the Knights Templar!"

"Whether they are heretics from the underworld or those who disobey the gods, I will let them see the power bestowed by God!"

The Pope looked at the middle-aged mad dog in front of him, and the corners of his dry mouth slowly curled up.

"Don't get excited, Father Orion. Although those despicable demon servants dare not appear in the sunlight, they possess great power."

"Even as Knights of the Apocalypse, you cannot be careless with them."

Corey Orion, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the Knight of War, also known as the Priest of Discipline, laughed grimly.

"Your Majesty, I, a devout believer in God, am the embodiment of justice and light! Absolute justice will surely eliminate all evil in this world!"