Vol 4 Chapter 16: Israel added a little more!

"How long has it been agreed? Watt"
It's really impatient to walk around in the museum, such as Intergula, and ask the housekeeper again
"Thirty minutes have passed, Miss."
After confirming the time, Butler Watt replied.
"In other words, why do I have to follow me too!" Nagato complained, standing behind Intergula with a little boredom.
"That's because Lord Alcatel has to fine-tune his servants, and the master can't be without guards, so it can only trouble you." The death steward, Watt, politely greeted the long gate.
"Serras the half-hanger? Cut!" Faced with this explanation, the long door could only cut a little boringly, without talking much.
It seems that after foreshadowing his future, Alcatel also began to resolve all worries and greet the feast of death in the most perfect manner.
It was ten o'clock in the morning on Monday. There was no one in the Royal Museum. There were no other people except the lazy duty guard at the door and the narrator who could hardly see anyone.
Waiting is always long and painful. This is the case for waiting, especially for the people who hate it. Waiting for the one who almost killed himself and the old rival organization in this country is super annoying.
Thirteen Lessons in Fawang Hall-Israel is a little bit more!
"Did you want to take this opportunity to wipe us out here? What would they do?"
Intergula, who is really impatient waiting, has entered a stage of boredom and anxiety.
This is understandable. She had n’t slept since yesterday and was tired enough. In the morning, she had to wait for her sleepy spirits to run to this empty art museum to wait for an old enemy to meet her.
The other party was the first to invite Intergula, but instead the inviter was late
After a few minutes
"Oh, oh, I didn't expect that we were late. This is not so good."
"seems like it!"
The Bishop Maxwell of the King ’s Hall walked slowly with an old man. At this time, the bishop spoke in a very rare soft voice, but the conspiracy smile was matched with this kind of no-apology excuse People feel that they are looking for fault!
Of course, Intergula is not a traitor politician, faced with this situation naturally for tat!
The mockery of your coming and going makes the Nagato a little impatient!
"Noisy, Intergula, can I kill him?" Finally, Nagato couldn't help but said, looking at the opposite Mark Wessell, said with a murderous face.
"Ahra, isn't this the wind boy who escaped under our hands? I didn't really notice it just now," said Mark Weisl, condescendingly.
"Run away, have you remembered correctly? If I remember correctly, Israel was a little bit dead and only the madman was left. Will your religious fanatics also cover up, is it an insight today!" Chang The door approached each other with a malicious smile.
"Ahra, well, the battle against you was indeed one of our rare failures. It happened just today. The protagonist was there. Just see you, Anderson!"
As the bishop shouted loudly, a huge momentum came from the end of the corridor behind them, which was a crazy and persistent atmosphere.
"Everything is cut off in one hit!" The gray figure came through the corridor, holding the sword.
Crazy and excited eyes and voice, grinning mouth corners, grinning teeth, and the very obvious and scary scar on the left cheek, holding the knife in both hands.
"I am waiting for the agent of the gods on the ground! All the heretics in the world will be condemned!" He uttered the words of the Holy Spirit, who wanted to slaughter no one. oath:
"Oath to send believers to heaven and drag unbelievers into hell"
Angel Dust-The killing priest, Alexander Anderson is here!
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"Thank you for the gift of the Lord, let me meet you today, and be able to avenge the dead compatriots!"
"Wait! Anderson!"
Seeing Anderson's old troubles happen again, Maxville hurried to stop. He had only wanted to fight with the little girl who didn't converge before Intergula, and then called out Anderson, who knows that
As a result, it was no longer possible!
"Humph!"
At this moment, I really felt the hostility of the other party, the malicious intention of the other party, the killing intention of the other party, Nagato suddenly felt very interesting for this existence, and naturally walked towards the other party.
Stepping steadily past Ingula and Watt, the long gate walked from behind the scenes to the stage, revealing the eyes eager to fight.
"Ping-Ping-"
The killing cast swords crossed each other and rubbed sparks, and the punisher sharpened the sword.
The shuddering wind blade is looming in the surroundings, everyone feels the skin tingling for a while, and the abilities are ready to go!
murderous look! Dignified killing and the desire to be killed instantly filled this space, this huge museum.
The two bodyguards finally walked from the backstage to the front desk according to their irresistible killing intention, and turned from a bodyguard into a big guy about to start a fight.
Here, at the Imperial Museum, the two are about to provoke a war that can destroy everything around them.
"Hahaha !!! It was originally intended to kill vampires, but there are no vampires, but even you, pagans, will never let you leave this time!"
Anderson was so excited and crazy that he didn't know how to do it. Two giant silver swords with refined and praying blessings appeared in the hands of Anderson.
"No way! Anderson!"
Maxwell sweated nervously and ordered Anderson to stop him.
Here, this kind of thing is not what he wants to do at this time. Can he destroy the other party without saying it? If only in the treasure house of art in this country, the glory of the British Empire will make this country surely not I will let go of myself.
Unlike Anderson, he is not obsessed with sacrificing for the Lord. The he believes in is the one who brings him glory and power, not the belief in gods like Anderson himself.
Now that God has not paid back his deeds, and has not given the world the respect, love and admiration she needs, let him die now and devote himself to God?
He can't do it now!
"Do not"
"Hi! You guys! Please go here"
Suddenly, at this time, from the other side of the corridor, a group of short old men and women came, and the leader was a young girl in black clothes, and it was Saya!
"Please, old aunts and uncles, don't leave behind, now we start to visit the war theme oil painting art exhibition area"
"Look here, here is the famous oil painting of the Battle of the Weimar Plains. This oil painting." Saya, while holding the guide's instructions, led the old ladies to the oil painting!
At this time, she was serious about introducing the oil painting to a group of old people, completely ignoring the two great gods in front of the oil painting.
Feeling the murderousness and atmosphere in the confrontation between the two gradually disappeared,
Knowing that the atmosphere here had been broken, the two great gods who lost their fighting spirit would not fight again and secretly relieved in their hearts.
"Silas is not here, actually asked me to do such a thing, really"
"Also, Brother Nagato is getting more and more violent, and it seems that he likes to kill. Wait for the world of Naruto to find a peaceful world and let Brother Nagato take a rest for a few years" ..