Chapter 2447: Poor man

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Obviously, he could become the supreme pope who ruled everything, but he foolishly gave this supreme throne to others. Even the Gold Saint Cloth, which was supposed to be its own, was given to his brother. In Yavid's eyes, Master Baili's actions made him sneer.
As for what to say, Bai Li let him inherit the silver cloak of the altar. In his eyes, he never saw the silver cloak. Even the silver cloak of the altar is no exception.
Gold, silver, bronze. This is the distinction. Only the golden saint fighter is the strongest and highest in the saint fighter. The silver Saint Seiya, no matter how high it is, is nothing more than rubbish. He Yavid was born to be destined to become superior to mankind, so how could he be converted into silver? !
And the most ridiculous thing about Yavid was that he became a Saint Seiya, possessed such power, and actually lived a life like a bitter monk. This is what Yavid cannot accept and understand.
In his view, everything in this world is only worthy of being ruled and controlled by the strong. The strong also have the right to enjoy the glory and wealth and enjoyment they deserve on top of all this. Otherwise, what is the use of such power? !
"Bai Li is a ridiculous old stubborn! There is also the stupid pope of Sage. Obviously having that kind of power, he is bound by the rules of the so-called Saint Warrior. It is really ridiculous. Now the Underworld is about to launch a holy war on the earth, to that At this time, this sanctuary is afraid that it will disappear."
Yavid sneered, as if talking to himself. He said that, then picked up his wine glass and drank the red wine from the glass.
Above the square outside the town hall, the poor children were tied to the altar. All the young and young bodies were trembling and crying, but no one could hear their crying. Even if someone heard it, there was no way to save it.
"Click, click..." With the crisp footsteps, Yavid appeared on the roof of the city hall building. He looked down at the crowds of dark saints above the square, like an emperor.
"Sacrifice ceremony, get ready to start." Still holding a wine glass in his hand, Yavide's mouth curled up with an evil smirk.
As the voice of Yavid fell, the dark Saints on the square burst into cheers! Their expressions are full of tyrannical grinning.
These people are all Saint-Warrior alternates and a few who have made big mistakes, because they violated the rules of the Holy Land and were deposed. They were banished to the Queens Island of Death by the Holy Land. Originally, their destiny will be on that lonely island, to spend the rest of their lives hard, and then die old.
However, it was Yavid who killed the Saint Warrior who was guarding the dead Queen Island, and took them to cast the Dark Cloth, and escaped from the dead Queen Island. And unlike the Sanctuary, which only knows the rules, Yavid knows what they want!
With Yavid, they can get glory and wealth, even immortal life! For these dark saint fighters, Yavid is their dark emperor.
However, as these dark Saint fighters cheered, an out of place voice trembled and shook, "You devil! Return my child!"
At the gate of the city hall, a thin figure appeared there.
With this voice, the original cheers of the dark Saint fighters came to an abrupt halt, and all that remained was the crying of the already hoarse children on the altar.
The thin figure reflected in the eyes of the dark saints. This is a thin middle-aged man. He looked about thirty years old. It looks old and can't hide the traces of wind and frost left by hard work. He was wearing a burlap dress often worn by the lower-level grudges of Venice.
His hands are wide and covered with calluses, and at this moment, holding a pickaxe for mining in his hand! Looking at the dark Saint Seiya on the square, he was in fear, he was shaking. But even so, he still appeared there.
Watched by so many dark saint fighters, the man shivered, but he roared again towards the dark saint fighters in the square, "Don't you hear me, you bastards?! Take my Give it back to me! Otherwise... if not..."
The man’s words were not finished. The corner of the mouth of Yavid was raised on the tall building of the city hall. His eyes looked down, as if looking at a tiny ants, "Otherwise? How about it? Use your hands Did this miner's pick hit us to death?"
Yavid's words fell, and many of the dark Saint fighters laughed. Their laughter was one-to-one, and the laughter was full of mockery of the poor father.
When they came to Venice, the Venetians did not resist them. But those who resisted have been killed by them all. Until now, there are still many people who rebelled against them. After being killed, the bodies were piled on the city pier in Venice.
Countless corpses piled up like a hill of corpses. Now that pier has been completely abandoned. In Venice, no one dared to go there again. There were only wild dogs and crows. The beasts are pecking at the abandoned corpses.
What Yavid used to rule Venice was violence, despair and fear.
"I think he wants to laugh at us! Ahaha!" Yavid's words fell, and among the many dark Saint fighters, a big man echoed and said.
"Ahaha! It's a laugh! It's an ordinary person who, with a miner's pick, wants to be an enemy of our Saint Seiya?! It's just to death!" said another dark Saint Seiya.
"I see, there is still some time before the sacrifice, why not take this poor worm to do something interesting?" said a dark Saint sneer with a sneer.
"Ahaha, what's the interesting thing, is to peel off the skin of this idiot a little bit, or interrupt his hands and feet and let him crawl on the ground like a wild dog?" Another dark Saint Warrior used cruel The words said so.
Faced with the words of the dark Saint Seiya, the man was shaking. Fear let his cold sweat hang down. His expression was full of despair. But even so, he didn't step back. Not only that, he was trembling, but in the end he shouted and rushed into the gate of the city hall. "I fight with you, you devil!"
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