Chapter 1077: Souls and Dancers (10)

　　 "I actually have a suggestion to improve the current situation, adults."
　　Cheroli waited until he determined that he had attracted the attention of all listeners.
　　 And Manson began to appreciate this person, he chose a very accurate time to express his views, which is undoubtedly very important in the game.
　　 Then the Cheroli said with his quiet, soft, and moving voice as the eloquent speaker.
　　 "Dance Prince."
　　 For a moment, Manson seemed to be pushed back into his chair.
　　 prom prince, masquerade dancer, happy dancer.
It was a man with many nicknames. According to gossip, it was said that he came from the Benedict Empire and even had a connection with the shadow prince, but he left the Benedict Empire and came to the New California Republic, and established a very short time. A huge and crazy denomination called "
　　 Doomsday Carnival".
　　 said that it believed in a dark named Ms. Joy.
　　 Generally speaking, this emerging sect will not attract the attention of blood worship, because with the boom of doomsday theory, there are too many such sects, and it is not worth mentioning at all.
But this sect has certain traits that cannot be ignored, especially its mad doctrine. In the eyes of even the so-called crazy blood worshippers, they are too deviant, even because they are too distorted, so many bishops are right. They feel disgusted.
　　 But it is obviously not just the doctrine that sustains a sect.
　　The Doomsday Carnival sect has a large number of dangerous and mad swordsman killers. Their swordsmanship is not only extremely superb, but also elusive, and the blood worship has suffered a lot in a series of temptations.
Especially the masque dancer himself once slaughtered the Kaimon Church with a large number of judges and paladins overnight, and peeled off the skin of all the dead and hung it on the spire of the church. With high strength, even the fighting power in the blood worship
　　The god-selected lord on the ceiling is beyond the reach.
　　 Therefore, the two sides became hostile from the moment of contact, and they are still fighting each other in the dark.
　　 is not that no one has mentioned the idea of ​​cooperation, but out of distrust, this proposal has never been made public.
　　 Now, this matter has been brought up.
　　 "Those addicts and perverts?"
　　 Bartley's voice trembled, and then he became restrained again.
　　Manson narrowed his eyes at his opponent, apparently the opponent had some contact or conflict with Doomsday Carnival.
　　 "They are not uncommunicable, and according to the information I received, their power is also entering Dunwich, no matter what they try, at least they are available."
　　Cheroli said aloud.
"Do we have to deny that Oak’s power is enough to control? Variables should be contained. If Oak takes the city without consuming too much effort, then when the brass door opens, we have to face But it’s not a world waiting to be harvested... the blood will be angry
　　 Angry punish us. "
　　The murmur of consent broke out from the crowd.
　　 "And one of the armored forces of Ok is ramming in the rear, they have destroyed ten energy towers."
　　 He turned to the elder of the silent star.
　　 "Is there any denial of difficulty? Don't you admit that Ok has already learned the whole plan? Guk must have known the intelligence of the opening of the Brass Gate to launch such an accurate attack."
　　 "Why is this happening?"
　　Molie said aloud.
　　 At first Manson thought that the Lord of God chose to despise the elder too much, but then he remembered that the butcher had been fighting in the old continent before, not knowing what Cheroli was talking about.
　　 "There were...some rumors."
　　 Elon said slowly.
　　 "Rumor?"
　　Morry frowned.
　　 "Some signs indicate that Oak is selectively attacking our strongholds and ceremonial venues."
　　 Elon glanced at the silent star. Although the other party's face was shrouded in shadow, he still understood and nodded.
　　 "Especially the key energy column, we initially decided to install it at a farther distance for insurance, but Ok..."
　　 The cry of denial rose, against his words, but Elon continued with a sullen face.
　　 "Guk seems to be standing between us. He sent troops to find those energy pillars and destroy them. Our current strength is concentrated in Dunwich, unable to defend against Oak's attack."
　　 "It's time for us to find new allies!"
　　Cheroli shouted that it was shocking for an elder to raise his voice during a secret meeting.
The members of the Octagon Star Club stared at him and opened their mouths.
　　 "The Patriarch's conservative measures shackled us for too long."
　　His voice became hoarse and quickly suppressed, and those who agreed with his position soon started shouting on his behalf.
　　 "Order!"
　　Manson got up from the chair without order, and the other elders got up and started shouting with him.
"keep the order."
　　 Suddenly, a breeze blew past and brought a voice.
　　 "I heard enough."
　　 sounds barely higher than whispers, yet it conveys authority.
　　 It was a cold wind blowing off everyone's neck, the storm friction brewing on the shade, followed by silence.
　　Cheroli suddenly looked pale—this is not a metaphor.
　　 Blood was physically drawn from his face as he knelt on one knee and shuddered with his head down.
　　 The same is true of everyone else, kneeling on one knee and swearing allegiance of silence to the throne.
　　If it lacks the good ritual order of the previous etiquette, it is also forgivable.
　　Manson looked up.
　　 The throne was empty three seconds ago, and he swore with his life.
　　However, at the moment, a figure sat in front of them, although not tall, but heavy like mountains.
　　He was wearing a war armor and wrapped in a silk robe infested with the blood of the virgin. The armor is said to be a holy thing passed down by the blood worshippers and a gift from the blood god.
　　The elaborate brass decoration is engraved into the surface of the armor, detailing the scene of war and killing. The evil dog carved in brass exposes claws on the breastplate and shinplate. The mark of the blood is inscribed in the center of the armor.
　　 He didn't wear a helmet, a long, unruly strand of brown hair fell on his pierced shoulder armor, and two gold-colored skulls hung on the left and right shoulder armor.
　　 Just like his unexpected way of appearing, this small ornament is neither boastful nor pretentious-it is just a small object that symbolizes identity.
　　 He carried a sword with him, and the scabbard protruded from the edge of his throne at a clumsy angle.
　　 It is very large, very large, and looks completely different from the user's body.
This is an ancient giant sword of unknown origin. It is said that it was first discovered on a battlefield with more than one hundred thousand corpses. ~EbookFREE.me~ The founder of the blood worshippers picked it up and realized it on this sword The true meaning of the blood god.
　　 Subsequently, it was named "Broken Sword."
　　 Although looking closely, it lacks the craftsmanship and fineness of many famous swords, but the Broken Sword is a dark and weapon, which is suitable for this dark and era.
　　It once ended the three popes of the Kaimeng church, killed hundreds of kings, and cut off millions of heads.
　　But everyone who has seen it knows that the Broken Sword has never been satisfied. It is still hungry and hungry for the next grand killing.
　　The person sitting high on the throne glowed a faint light with that sharp red eye, like a jewel at the bottom of a pond that was shallow and full of predators. He looked at the people who bowed their heads and the seven elders on the subordinate chairs.
　　 The man likes to observe others without being noticed, and hides cunning deeper in courage.
　　Manson and Bartley had confided to the former Patriarch that he wanted to be kind to a warrior, then he would advise the warrior to never turn his back.
　　 But in the end, the former Patriarch died face down.
　　 "I heard enough."
　　The man on the throne repeated again.
　　Manson stood up, showing admirable courage.
　　 He looked up at the towering Patriarch and said in a deep voice:
　　 "Are we going to separate our forces to intercept Ouke?"
　　 "Or contact the prom prince?"
　　Batley followed suit, but was still sitting.
　　 The man glanced at them, and suddenly a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
　　 "I have decided."