As the head of the regiment, Philip led the charge, cutting through the sky with a knight sword in his hand, making a harsh, high-pitched whistle.
"Boom boom boom boom boom!"
The hundreds of Templar knights behind him also urged bright grudges. The divine dazzling light illuminates the entire papal palace, and the vast power leaks out, which can almost make the air boil.
Such a magnificent battle is really amazing. If ordinary people see it, they will be scared immediately.
But Ye Fan still stood on the spot, with his hands folded, his eyes scanned the audience, and said lightly:
"I have stepped into the realm of golden core, in the sky and on the earth, I am the only one who is the only one who is the sole dignity. Even the true gods cannot crush me, let alone you?"
"Kneel me down!"
As soon as the voice fell, Ye Fan suddenly broke out with a domineering and world-renowned aura, like a stepping out of the epic, descending on the mortal world, and making the people surrendered with gestures.
"boom!"
An invisible force spread in all directions with Ye Fan as the center.
At the next moment, all members of the Knights Templar, including Captain Philip, seemed to be drained of all their strength, and the golden vindictiveness was instantly extinguished.
They only felt that an unprecedented great force was pressing their bodies, and every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone was painful.
"Plop! Plop! Plop..."
The sound of kneeling down one after another sounded endlessly.
After a few breaths, the proud Templar knights all knelt to the ground, their knees seeming to be forcibly welded to the ground, unable to move no matter how hard they struggled.
Even Philip is no exception!
You know, Philip is the commander of the Knights Templar, with superior strength and status. Even if he meets the pope, he only needs to bow.
In this world, he can kneel down and worship, only the supreme Father God!
But now, with his strength, he couldn't resist Ye Fan's divine might, and he could only become a humble ant and worship.
For a while, Ye Fan was the only one standing in the Pope's Palace!
...
"Gosh! What the is going on?"
"Even if the Pope's big prophecy, you must make a lot of preparations in advance if you want to launch it. This kid made us all kneel when he opened his mouth!"
"Such supernatural powers, I am afraid that only the omnipotent God Father can do it?"
There was a lot of exclamation in the field, and an uproar was set off in the hearts of all the Templars.
Shocked!
Unprecedented shock!
It is difficult to describe their feelings at the moment in words.
Looking into the distance, Ye Fan stood in front of him. Although his appearance hadn't changed in any way, the aura on his body had undergone earth-shaking changes compared to before, as if he had become a supreme god.
Ye Fan gave them a sense of oppression that was even stronger than facing the icon of Christ, making them tremble in the depths of their souls, out of instinct to worship.
The mortal body has the majesty of a god, which is really amazing.
If the believers outside saw countless Templar knights and bowed their heads to an Eastern youth, I am afraid that the faith of those believers would collapse.
At this moment, Captain Philip was no longer arrogant and arrogant, his face was full of panic, and his vest was soaked in cold sweat.
Because he found that he and other companions are like lambs to be slaughtered, and they have no strength to fight back and can only be slaughtered.
"boom!"
At this moment, from the depths of the Pope's Palace, a sacred and mighty breath suddenly burst out, as if the source of light, the boiling power of light was wider than the sky and vaster than the ocean.
Then, a voice seemed to drop from heaven:
"God said, if there is light, there will be light!"
As soon as the voice fell, a pure white light spread out, endlessly and continuously.
Bathed in the white light, many Templar knights seemed to have taken a big tonic. They swept away from the depression, and they were energized. They broke free from the shackles of Ye Fan and got up from the ground.
However, they did not continue to launch an offensive against Ye Fan, but backed more than a dozen steps, as if they were facing an enemy, they were extremely jealous.
...
"Step! Step! Step!"
There was a sound of footsteps from the Pope’s palace, and a group of people waited to pace out.
The leader is the white-robed old man, wearing a platinum crown and holding a golden scepter. The scepter is inlaid with a huge gem, as if all the glory between heaven and earth is blessed in it.
Behind him, he followed the eight red bishops, holding the scriptures in their hands, with solemn expressions, revealing an extremely powerful aura invisibly.
Seeing the appearance of this group of people, Captain Philip and the other Templar knights knelt on one knee and said in unison:
"Participate in His Majesty the Pope!"
There is no doubt that the white-robed old man is the master of the Holy See, the spiritual leader of more than two billion followers, and one of the most powerful figures in the world.
"Stab!"
Ye Fan looked at him like electricity.
The pope's face is full of dense wrinkles, and his eyes are half open and half closed. No one knows his true age, but he must be over a hundred years old.
Despite his advanced age, his body contained a surging and majestic aura of light, which was almost overflowing, and he was so powerful.
Before that, Ye Fan had also met religious leaders, such as the master priests of the Shintoism of the Kingdom of Japan.
However, there are only a few million people who believe in Shintoism in the country of Japan, and there are two billion believers in the Holy See, and the power of faith that both sides can obtain is hundreds of times the difference.
Therefore, although the great priest ruled the king and hegemony in the Wa, he did not even have the shoes for the pope.
While Ye Fan looked at the Pope, the Pope stared at Ye Fan.
Suddenly, the pope said, "You guys from the east, why do you run rampant in the papal palace, don't you know the etiquette?"
Although the pope's voice is silent, it contains unparalleled majesty, which is irresistible.
However, Ye Fan remained unmoved, held his head high, and said proudly: "I have already expressed my intentions before, but these Templars will fight if they disagree. I can't just sit back and wait for death, right? Of course, I'm not true. If you do, they would have become corpses long ago, and no one can survive!"
Hearing these words, the Templar faces flushed red, as if they were greatly humiliated, but they were speechless.
Because they had to admit that Ye Fan's strength was too strong, and could even be described as "unbelievable", making them immobile with just one sentence.
If Ye Fan wanted to kill them, it would be easy.
At this time, Ye Fan opened his mouth again: "Pope, for some reason, I want to borrow the Holy Grail! These spirit artifacts can all be exchanged. If you have other requirements, just mention it!"
The pope glanced at the spirit weapons, raised his eyebrows, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Although he didn't know Huaxia's spirit weapon, he could also feel the existence of the spirit weapon.
No matter where it is, the magic weapon that nurtures the spirit of a device is a rare treasure that cannot be measured by money.
If these spirit weapons can be obtained, then the strength of the Holy See can definitely rise to a higher level, and can even march to Europe in a big way and wipe out all the enemies of the Dark Council.
At that time, the world will extol his achievements.
...
"It's not impossible to lend you the Holy Grail! But—"
The pope changed his voice, prolonged his tone, and continued: "After you get the Holy Grail, you must stay in the Pope's Palace forever and not leave for half a step!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan pondered for a moment, his eyes closed, and he sneered: "Huh! I sincerely want to exchange the Holy Grail, but you have a good abacus and play word games with me? Let me stay forever. In the Pope’s Palace, doesn’t this mean to imprison me?"
"Imprisonment? That's not it!" The pope shook his head and said, "Our holy church is by no means unreasonable! If you retreat immediately, I won't care about the offense just now, but these spirit weapons have to be kept, as apologize!"
The Pope’s voice revealed extreme dominance and did not give anyone any chance of rejection.
"Hahaha..."
When Ye Fan heard the words, he turned back and smiled: "I really didn't expect that the pope of the holy church, the spiritual leader of hundreds of millions of believers, turned out to be a greedy man who sees gains and forgets righteousness! I originally wanted to borrow the Holy Grail, but I still have a little bit in my heart. Guilty, but since you rip your face first, I won’t be polite to you!"
"Come on, have a good fight!"
