Chapter 625: 　Holy election

Chapter 625 Sacred Election (Part 2)
Although all the old men with white beards were all on crutches, they trembled slightly as they walked. They were almost the ones who were going to belch in the next moment. They were within three feet of each other on the street. No one dared to approach, because he was afraid that this kind of old man would suddenly fall down and be entangled and said he hit him.
Regardless of physique or physical strength, these old people should have reached the limit stage, but when they used crutches to beat people and engaged in team battles, they were still extremely brave. Charge into battle, invincible.
Lorraine looked at it and couldn't help sweating secretly. These old guys, one by one, are like old and garlic. They are old and tough, and their tempers are getting bigger and bigger. If they feel a little uncomfortable, they just copy guys. Dry together. There is nothing like an old man.
Moreover, each of them was poisonous and black, moved erratic, and attacked tricky, not only physical attacks, but also verbal attacks, and even remote attacks with spitting.
This made Lorraine very emotional, the Holy See is training people.
But think about it the other way around. These old guys are now in charge of the party, and there are countless little brothers under them, and all of them have been hacked and hacked. The lowest grade is also at the level of the underworld hall master, sitting on one side, and his subordinates are in charge of at least two bar streets.
Like the famous Mafia, murder and arson, block roads and robbery, do everything and do nothing bad. But in front of these big bosses, there is still an ant-like little one.
Why are those mafia bosses called Godfathers, or Tang?
Didn’t learn from these god-stick idols and superstars~
What's more, as a cardinal archbishop, a qualified senior director of the Holy See, the handle of the Megatron party, and the sub-rudder of the dignified Guangming Church.
Although in terms of force level, it is obviously not as good as the Mingjiao’s four great guardians of the Mingjiao: Purple Shirt Dragon King, White Eyebrow Eagle King, Golden Retriever Lion King, and Blue Wing Bat King, but if they don’t fight, they just read poetry there. , Back to the Holy Scriptures. This is too shameful.
Not only the people who lost themselves, but even the people of the Holy See also lost all of them.
How did the site of the Holy See come from? Grabbed it~
How did the power of the Holy See expand? Typed out~
How did these cardinals come from? Killed it~
At this time, the battle in the field became more and more fierce, and the ping-pong-pong-pong became a piece, and the old men's voices were called ha, oh.
An old man with a white beard waved the scepter in his hand and used a 108-style Dharma rod technique. It refers to the east and west, and the guide to the north.
The group of people nearby were knocked down three or four before they were ready to guard.
The rest of the people reacted and screamed in anger.
"Okay, the weapon is deployed."
"Foul, foul~"
"Severely crack down on plug-ins~" Lorraine shouted while joining in the excitement, "Webmaster, don't you care about it? It's the number of the seal~"
Amid the shouts, the attacked party quickly awoke from the panic and stabilized the formation.
Four or five old men began to copy the guys, ready to attack.
"Brothers, cover me, I fight with him~"
"Let me come, I have long seen that grandson displease my eyes..."
"..."
"Wow..."
While everyone was arguing, following the yelling voice, another old white beard rushed up with a teacup, and joined the battle group without hesitation.
The old man who used the Dharma rod technique looked at it, and did not dare to neglect at the moment. He hurriedly stretched out his hand and waved it. A shadow of the rod immediately appeared, and it was impervious to wind and rain. People and animals were not close within three feet of each other. No flies can fly.
No matter how powerful this teacup concealed weapon is, it is impossible to pass through the iron barrel of defense~
But the old man holding the teacup stopped outside the circle, then splashed the teacup at him.
I saw a jet of water flying out, and it was still warm.
The old man with the stick patronizes the anti-dark device, and he never thought that the other party would use this kind of torrential rain pear flower moves. At the moment, he couldn't dodge, and he was splashed by the hot tea, and he was jumping around where he was hot, screaming constantly.
At this moment, the old man carrying the teacup put his hands behind his back, Shi Shiran turned back, and introduced to his comrades braggingly: "Did you see? Did you see? You have to deal with this kind of high defense. Make this trick.
I think I used this hand when I brought people to suppress the violence of the Modong Knights. The tortoises covered in iron shells were beaten to throw away their helmets and their armors, and the fart was pissing..."
As soon as he said this, he saw an annoyed person on the opposite side jumped forward, then raised the scepter in his hand, and stabbed his back to the Throne of God Seal. And the angle of the attack is more tricky, taking the next three directions.
The painful red archbishop immediately let out a scream, clutching his and jumping up.
"Ah~"
He turned his head back hard and looked at the other person. He couldn't help but furious at the moment, saying: ", Condel, your grandson, you dare to attack me. I fought with you..."
As he said, he raised his hand and threw the tea cup in his hand.
The man on the other side immediately held up the scepter in his hand, and the teacup immediately smashed on the scepter. There was a crisp sound of ‘pop’.
Condel sneered, before speaking.
At this time, the archbishop had already jumped over to the throne of God Seal, his left hand flicked, this was a false move, which drew the opponent's attention, the right hand has been raised, fists like the wind, and he slammed his left eye against Kandel. Smashed the past God Seal Throne.
Condel screamed immediately, then put his left eye in his hands and was defeated.
The archbishop was really well-versed. Although Rao Kangdel retreated quickly, he still seized the opportunity and kicked Kandel's fat again.
At this moment, the large group of troops saw that something was wrong, and immediately rushed up again, covering Kandel's defeat.
The archbishop didn't care for himself. Seeing the crowds of the other party, he quickly backed away, and then picked up a teacup from the table next to him. While pouring and chanting slowly, she glanced at the opponent with sharp eyes.
Lorraine looked at it and couldn't help but compliment: This old guy is really amazing~
He asked Silmelia softly, "What's the name of that old fellow?"
It's just that although his voice is low, the old man's ears are pretty good.
He turned his head, grinned at Lorraine, and said, "Listen, my name is Donald, old man."
Lorraine was even more admired at the moment, and secretly said in his heart: No wonder this concealed weapon was from Tang Sect.
Lorraine arched his hands at him and said, "Looking up for a long time, admiring and admiring him."
Donald waved his hand humbly and said: "There, there, little meaning, I've overturned anything more powerful than this."
At this moment, Obachem really couldn't stand it anymore. He knocked on the wooden claw in his hand and shouted: "Order, order. Who the fights again, I'm the title of the girl~
Uh...Bah bah bah. Whoever fights again, I will cancel his qualification for today's meeting~"
After speaking, he glared at Lorraine fiercely, and cursed in his heart: This kid was just making a fuss beside him, and he almost sent me to the ditch. Why would you join in the meeting inside the Holy See? Your son-in-law of St. Paul's sent your boy out long ago.
Everyone who plays games knows, "The sky is big and the earth is big, the network management is the biggest~"
Everyone also knows: ‘No matter how great an artifact is, it’s not as good as a sentence on the Internet~’
You have managed to reach the top level so easily, and you have worked hard, and finally saved hundreds of millions of dollars. You are planning to go out and burn a bag of shit. By the way, you can talk to a little Meimei about your ideal philosophy of life. As a result, the network administrator was blocked by a word. Those who didn't cry to death have good psychological quality.
And in this meeting to elect the next pope, Obachem, who is the great guardian of the Holy See, is the only network administrator.
After hearing Obahhem's solemn warning, all the big guys were all honest now. Staring at each other one after another, cursing ‘Mom, you are waiting~’
Then, he returned to his original position in a dazed manner, then shook his clothes, straightened his head, and put on a look of worrying about the country and the people, and then the meeting.
Lorraine couldn't help but sighed. This meeting was not inferior to those parliamentary battlefields, and even worse.
Obahem looked at the people present coldly and saw that they all sat quietly back to their original positions. No one dared to stab him in front of him and let him be titled. At this moment, he gave a cold snort.
He looked down at the agenda in front of him, and then said: "Candidate No. 17, Archbishop Wesley, do you have anything else to add?"
"Cardinal Wesley? Wesley..." He asked three times, but he couldn't hear anyone reply.
Lorraine raised his head and glanced, and found that the Archbishop Wesley did not know who gave him the black hand, and his big face was as swollen as a pig's head.
Although he still tried to open his mouth to say something, his eyes were swollen to purple, and he couldn't even see the way. Not to mention going to the podium to speak.
Lorraine couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: even talking about a hairy~ it's not bad that he can still breathe.
At this time, someone next to him couldn't see it, and when he pulled him out of the room, he was healed.
In order to prevent someone from bullying or making trouble. Forbidden magic was cast in this small church. This is also the reason why these powerful red bishops gave up the promising career of nurses and started short-range combat.
If this is an uncontrollable spell, everyone's shields will be fully opened and output with all their strength. When the time comes, it's nothing to say three days and five days. And in the end, there will inevitably be a casualty.
Although the days for these old men to live are running out, it doesn't matter if they die. But this little church can't stand the impact of so many powerful spells.
This small church was designed and manufactured by Michelangelo, the greatest architect and artist in the world. It is an invaluable treasure in the history of human art.
And once you let outsiders know that there is a literary fight first, then a military fight, and opening your mouth is to ask others to die a household register, or to greet other women's family members. This is how the pope is elected in a very dirty and violent way.
When the time comes, the Holy See has finally been established, united as one, and the glorious image of unity and sincerity will suddenly collapse.
Obahham watched the Archbishop of Wesley go out. He knocked on the wood again and said with a blank expression: "Archbishop Wesley has now given up the round of speeches. Now I invite the 18th candidate, Ai Bishop Litt’s election speech."
Immediately, Lorraine saw a tall, thin cardinal squeezing forward from behind the crowd, shaking slightly.
He was tall and thin, and he didn't seem to have a few taels of flesh on his body, but he was supported by a skeleton. If he stood with the lowest-level skeleton warrior of the undead, it was more like a skeleton.
If you meet him in the middle of the night, no matter who it is, he will treat him as a dead spirit first and cut it over. And the judge doesn’t bring a sentence~
He leaned on crutches and walked tremblingly while coughing, and said, "Let... let... let me pass, let me go to the God Seal Throne... let me go to the God Seal Throne..."
Lorraine looked at his appearance and wondered in his heart. Will this old guy fall apart after falling? So old to run for the pope? Is he not afraid to die first in the election? Just like this, it's still a question whether you can get to the podium.
Lorraine turned around, glanced at Silmelia, and then said, "How many candidates are there in this election?"
"Not too much..." Hilmelia smiled playfully, stretched out her hand and stroked lightly in the small church, swiping all the black people's heads in, and then said: "That's it. From the house."
Lorraine stopped for a moment, and then said, "Everyone in this room?"
Silmelia smiled and said: "Of course. No one who can mix to the current position is simple. They are all grabbed by breaking their heads. What kind of modesty and politeness are they like to cheat. Others played it. I'm all the same.
They will never do the kind of unintentional stupidity of sending out the duck in hand~
So, it doesn't matter whether it works or not. Everyone always has to try. That kind of herbivore that didn't even dare to try, in this world of the weak and the strong, has long been eaten without bones. "
Lorraine heard the mockery in her tone and couldn't help looking up at her. She saw infinite determination in those beautiful eyes like stars in the night sky. It was obvious that this goddess' daughter was already determined. With determination, he must take the position of the pope in his own hands.
At this moment, he saw Archbishop Eliot standing on the podium, breathlessly starting to speak.
"Since 819, we have achieved a series of brilliant and great achievements under the leadership of St. Paul XIII, the servant of the great servants.
Our believers have grown to 100%, covering the entire continent..."
The old man spoke slowly and verbosely, and Lorraine listened to him by the side, and couldn't help being lethargic. He originally wanted to wait to see another full martial arts, but now everyone in the field is also groggy.
It's no wonder that they are all elderly people. They have just gone through a physically consuming battle, and it is okay to take this opportunity to take a break, and wait for the skills to cool down, and after they recover, they will have the strength to continue the fight.
But Lorraine estimated viciously: probably the archbishop was very old, and all the old guys with whom he had enemies at the time were all dead. So no one jumped out to sing a drama with him again.
And what he said are all Mandarin idioms. If you jump out to find faults at this time, it is a fault with the official Holy See.
Normally, the vassals in these places don't mind giving them some trouble, but now is the election period, and no one will be uncomfortable at this time.
Lorraine couldn't help but yawn twice while listening.
He hesitated for a moment, then leaned to the side, then lay down, resting on Silmelia's plump and soft thighs.
Silmelia widened her eyes in surprise, and said, "You...what are you doing?"
Lorraine raised her head and glared at her, and said, "What else can I do? Sleep ~ I'll call me when there is a lively look."
As he said, he put his head on her thigh, and rubbed it twice, happily feeling the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the seal, the throne, the god, the god, the throne, the strongest abandon Shao Da Zhou royal family will kill the gods at night, the seal throne seeks the devil, proud world, the nineth heaven, the strongest abandon The throne of gods and gods seals the throne of the gods and the gods, the world is the strongest in the Ninth Heaven, and the imperial clan of the young and big Zhous is wearing amazing softness and elasticity through the thin cloth.
Silmelia looked at it and couldn't help but feel ashamed, hated, and helpless. She raised her hand and wanted to slap him, but when she fell, she sighed slightly and changed the pat to caress. With his slender, soft, spring onion-like fingers, he gently touched Lorraine.
Before I knew it, the bright red lips showed a faint smile.
Under the light touch of her slender fingers, Lorraine's current comfortable soul was about to fly, and fell into a deep dream.
I don't know how long it took. Lorraine woke up and found that there was no one on the podium. And there were not a few people in the chapel, and it was obvious that the meeting had ended.
Only Obachem stood not far away, looking at his side with a smile.
Lorraine couldn't help but blush, and then hurriedly stood up.
He rubbed his eyes and said, "Sorry, I fell asleep all at once."
Obahem also smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I just woke up."
Lorraine hesitated for a moment, and asked without words: "By the way, where is the Archbishop Eliot?"
At this time Silmelia rubbed her numb leg that was pillowed by Lorraine, stood up, and said angrily: "Archbishop Eliot has already left. Two more bishops came to the stage after him to give a speech, you At that time, I slept like a pig, so I didn’t call you."
Lorraine could not help sweating as she looked at her faintly angry face.
Obachem stretched out at this time and said, "Well, today's work is over. Let's go."
Lorraine turned his head and looked out the window, and watched that although the sun was slanting to the west, it was still high in the sky, at most around four o'clock.
It was summer, and the sun was still a bit poisonous at four o'clock, and in many places, it was just at this time.
Lord Luo originally thought that when he was in the Governor’s Mansion, when he was a servant of the people of Nian, he spent time and drink, often skipped classes and skipped classes, arrived late and left early, only paid for his wages, and quit work. He threw all the work to Catherine and Adele. I spend more time in the Flying Eagle Group than in the Governor's Office every day.
This is already enough, enough, but I didn’t expect the Holy See to be even more than that~
It was only a few hours, and they just skipped work. These guys can't even make it from 9 to 5, and only work four hours a day.
And it's still on the important matter of the pope election, so it is put on the ordinary, these guys are working, and I don't know when it will be delayed~
Obahem looked at Lorraine’s eyes, shrugged and said: "Lorraine, why do you think so many people have to come to the Holy See if they break their heads? I really think everyone is dedicated to God and spreading the God of Light. Fuyi?
It's not for the high wages and benefits here.
Two days off a week, fourteen months’ salary per year, paid holidays, cooling fees in summer, heating fees in winter, bus service, public housing, working secretary...
Wait, if there is no such advantage, who would do it~"
Obachem smiled proudly and said, "Learn a little bit, kid. Don't think you can dominate the world if you only know how to do it.
You must know that you are officials who work for His Majesty, and he is in charge of them. We lose our job and cut our heads if we fail to do our job well, but we work for the God of Light. No one can control us. Of course you can come as you want. "
Lorraine let out a long sigh, the treatment he had never enjoyed in his previous life, the Holy See has been practicing for thousands of years, and he can only bow down. Said: "Admire, admire~~"
He saw that Obahem had reached the door, and he hurriedly followed up a few steps, and then said: "By the way, Shilmeria's campaign speech, when did you arrange it?"
Obahem smiled and said: "Don't worry. Since Silmelia's qualifications are the youngest, and the Holy See is the one who likes to discuss seniority the most, so I arranged her election speech to be the last one.
In this way, as the last person, her speech will attract the attention of others and deepen their impression.
Secondly, you can also calmly buy those hopeless ~EbookFREE.me~ to get their votes, right? "
Lorraine couldn't help sweating. He was doing these things secretly. But I didn't expect Obachem to be aware of it.
He paused, then corrected: "We, we can buy them calmly."
Obachem smiled: "Don't tell me about this kind of thing. I'm the chairman of the conference. It's like bribery. I don't know anything about unfair competition."
With that, Shi Shiran walked away with his hands on his back.
Lorraine looked at his back and couldn't help cursing secretly: This old slippery head~
This campaign meeting was long and slow, and from time to time there was one or two civil wars. The fight was enthusiastic, but under the auspices of Obachem, it proceeded in an orderly manner.
A few days later, it was finally Hillmelia's turn to take the stage.
She stood on the podium, glanced at the people sitting, and then said: "Gentlemen...