Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End

At the east gate of Leinster, countless white-robed men beside the thin middle-aged man held up torches and surrounded the teenagers at the door. The night wind was howling, but the air here seemed to freeze.

Bradley's voice echoed in the darkness, drawing everyone's attention, and everyone was waiting for Roja's answer, but this question was too tricky for the teenager.

The name of the director who assigned him, this question touches on what Roja is most worried about, and that is the interpersonal relationship in this era. This is a situation that he can hardly grasp when he enters the historical fragment, just like a sharp sword, stabbing him straight 's weakness.

Under the light and shadow of the torches, the black-haired boy was silent, and the corners of Bradley's mouth were mixed with a smile and murderous intent. Just when he was about to give an order, Roja suddenly spoke.

"Bradley, where did you get the guts to let me name the director in public?"

Under the eyes of the believers, the black-haired boy gritted his teeth and asked sharply, which made the middle-aged man involuntarily stop. But he is unwilling to change his mouth, and more importantly, without speaking out in public, Bradley needs to chat privately with Roja, which is absolutely impossible for him.

Because Bradley is the school of puppets.

In the puppet school, when the puppet is activated, the main body has no combat power, and if the puppet is not activated, although the combat power has rebounded, it is still far weaker than the same level.

The other party might have come to assassinate him. How could Bradley be stupid enough to stay with him?

"...these are credible devout believers, you can say."

After thinking for a moment, Bradley's eyes flickered and he said so, but what he didn't know was that Roja had expected his answer.

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"Huh, devout believers?"

The golden pupils of the black-haired boy who heard the words lit up, and an angry smile appeared on his face.

"Before coming here, I thought you would be devout believers, but after entering the city, I only felt one emotion..."

"fear!"

"What did you say?"

Bradley asked angrily, but Roja ignored it. He gritted his teeth and glanced at the nearby crowd, and then asked loudly:

"In less than a week, three-quarters of Leinster City was occupied, the council's orders were not carried out at all, and even Plante, who supported him, died on the road. Has there ever been the glory of the mother goddess?"

"You! Bradley Dennis! Stand still! What piety are you talking about to me?"

"What is piety? Hundreds of years ago, the young Director Douglas returned to the embrace of the angel on the vast sea is piety! His soul will always follow the great mother goddess, but what about you? How are you better than him? Bula Bishop Deli?"

The black-haired boy stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, making Bradley's complexion change greatly when he heard the words.

Director Douglas, this name is no longer circulated in the St. Jay Council, but it is absolutely clear to Bradley, because strictly speaking, he is the Bradley faction, that is, the early leader of the puppet school in the St. Jay Council. It is said that he reached the source level 2 at a young age, but he entered the arms of the envoy ahead of time in order to hold back the enemy during the mission.

Although Douglas's deeds have been made public, hundreds of years later, except for the descendants of the puppet sect, no one knows about it. If Roja can say this name, then the only possibility is to read the documents at the council headquarters at that time. , and using Douglas to compare Bradley can be said to be a rather obscure reprimand.

Douglas is already a source level 2 at a young age, and his status is as high as a director. Bradley has just broken through source level 2 not long after he is so old, and he is only a bishop. Douglas fought tenaciously and returned to the embrace of the gods for his faith. Bradley was almost defeated and embarrassed, and the two are not comparable at all.

Thinking of the middle-aged man here, his face turned red, but he didn't dare to speak casually, because Roja's reprimand had already vaguely proved his identity and made him panic.

Really an angel?

Bradley looked embarrassed, his eyes wandered, and Roja didn't pursue it any more. He took a deep breath and seemed to calm his anger, and then looked at the middle-aged man and said calmly:

"You ask who asked me to come, and I tell you that it was unanimously approved by all the members of the council to transfer me all the way from Shuangjiaogang. Strictly speaking, I am a special envoy. It seems that the letter from the council has not arrived. It's normal that you don't know me."

"Shuangjiaogang?"

Hearing another familiar place name, Bradley's eyes widened. It was the place where the gods dormant, known only to the top of the St. Jie Society. It was a place of pilgrimage for the believers of the Mother Goddess. Because it was also the place where Douglas died, the cloth Radley had been there once when he was young, and he was one of the few bishops who knew about it. Roja came from Shuangjiao Port, so he was almost certainly a high-level executive directly under the council.

Douglas, who thought so, believed in the boy again, and Roja, who noticed the bishop's reaction when he heard Shuangjiaogang, shrank his golden pupils and continued to speak:

"But you don't know me. You should know this breath... This is the grace given to me by the envoy of God."

The black-haired boy raised his hand as if accepting the grace of God, and the next moment pure white mist began to condense in his palm. When it was released, the believers felt uneasy, but Bradley was struck by lightning.

This is the breath of the messenger of the mother god sleeping in the abyss of the sea!

Bradley, who had been to Shuangjiaogang and felt the breath of the permafrost, was excited. At this moment, he completely believed in Roja's identity, and at the same time, his eyes became warmer.

"Know, know! Dear Holy Envoy, I am very sorry, please forgive my previous rudeness!"

"Quick! Quickly put away the weapons for me!"

The thin middle-aged man hurriedly shouted while apologizing, and the believers who heard the order hurriedly put away their swords, looking at Roja with awe-filled eyes, the huge scorpion puppet lowered his body and retreated to the back of the crowd, Bradley was full of The face kindly came to Roja's side.

"My lord, it was all a misunderstanding before. I heard the information from the informant, and I heard that the bastard of Santos killed the Holy Envoy Plante, so I was a little nervous, which led to a misunderstanding."

Santos? Probably the leader of the Brotherhood of Redemption.

Roja listened to Bradley's whispered apology on the side and remained calm. He glanced at the dim city under the night and asked lightly:

"It's okay, what's the situation now?"

"Uh, my lord, the situation on our side is really not very good..."

Bradley recounted the situation in the last few days with a bitter face. Roja's expression sank after hearing it, which made the former's heart throb.

In Bradley's view, the current situation is that the building is about to collapse. By then, the task of the council will not be completed. Whether he lives or dies will depend on the energy of the Holy Envoy, so treat Luo Ya is very careful, but what makes him strange is that when he heard that the monsters that Shengjie will face are black-armored soldiers and black-clothed priests operating in the dark night, the Holy Envoy's face turned strange.

"Take me to the front."

After thinking for a moment, Roja said the request plainly, and Bradley hurriedly agreed and escorted him in person.

So the brigade under the city gate began to turn around and rushed to the front line. When they arrived half an hour later, the front line was fighting fiercely. The believers of the Shengjie Society were in agony under the blasphemous whispers of the monsters. Counterattack with long-range spells, but there are hundreds of black armored soldiers emerging in the dark night, one after another.

Yes, it is impossible to fight in close quarters, it is almost impossible to advance the front line, the number of personnel is constantly reduced, and the battles are endless day and night. This is the situation of the Shengjie Society for a week. Compared with the Brotherhood of Redemption, it can rest during the day and leave it to the monsters at night. Offensive, the advantage is unimaginable.

With this tactic, the Brotherhood of Redemption defeated all the forces, and the Sanjie Society was the last finishing touch before they attacked St. Freya College.

And obviously, tonight is another night of defeat.

The obvious battle situation made the believers feel desperate, and the maddening whispers oppressed everyone's nerves. Even if the reinforcements came, the morale did not improve. Facing this situation, Roja raised his eyebrows and looked at Bu. Radley.

"Is this the monster you're talking about?"

"Yes, my lord."

Hearing the middle-aged bishop's affirmative answer, Roja gave a mocking smile, and stepped out the next moment. Bradley was shocked when he saw this, but he was stunned when he tried to stop it.

Wait, why doesn't your head hurt anymore?

The bishop who stopped moving was strange in his heart, but Roja did not stop.

So on the battlefield where everyone was retreating, the black-haired boy walked up the river by himself, gathering hundreds of eyes, his body released strange fluctuations while walking, and the painful believers everywhere he passed. After being liberated, the mad warrior also regained his composure. When he walked to the front, his thin back was covered in starlight, and his thin body seemed to block everything.

Under this miracle, Bradley was stunned, the soldiers stared with bated breath, and in the eyes of all the people, the black-haired boy raised his sword high, and he looked back with a solemn profile, his golden pupils shining like a flickering light.

"I, Holy Envoy Roja, have been ordered by the council to come to support Leinster and bring my brothers and sisters out of pain and fire."

"O devout believers, the time for your dedication is coming, and the glory of the mother god needs our maintenance. For this reason, a great miracle has come! Dirty whispers can no longer enter our ears!"

"Tonight, at this moment, I appear here, and the mother god is watching here!"

"Fearless warriors, devout guardians, gather around me!"

The black-haired boy opened his arms as if embracing the gods. After a moment of silence, a mountain of tsunami-like shouts suddenly erupted behind him, and the believers who witnessed the miracle as if they were divinely enlightened swarmed out, red-eyed madly rushing towards figure in front.

The next moment, the black-haired boy gave an order.

"Follow my footsteps and charge!"