Robb poked his head out of the town wall and looked at the necromancer's corpse under the wall. He couldn't help but spread his hands: "This is very embarrassing, so you really can't be too stubborn!"

"Master!" The black priest and nuns cried again.

"Why are you crying?" Robb said, "Isn't he going to die if I didn't see him? This kind of teasing is like trying to die forcibly. I shouldn't cry, just laugh at me."

"Puff!" The people on the side of the Holy See couldn't help laughing.

Although there are only thirty-two people on the dark church, the number is far behind, but in this case, he stared at him without showing any weakness, and said angrily: "You still have a smile? If it weren't for your angel, our Master How can you die again?"

The pastors of the Holy See of Guangming laughed: "He was already dead. If it weren't for our angel, would he have a chance to die twice?"

"This..." The people of the Dark Vatican were speechless for a while, and the truth was a bit unclear.

Seeing this group of people feel pitiful, Robb sighed: "Forget it! Who told me to be a bodhisattva heart? Save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, if you want to save him, save it to the end."

He spread his hands and said: "I blamed me just now. I used the wrong resurrection technique. I used Shenmu's resurrection technique to pull a necromancer. I really didn't think about it. Okay, I changed to the dark and shepherd's resurrection technique, right? "

As soon as he said this, everyone was once again confounded, and a little bit did not understand.

Robb waved his hand, and another beam of light fell from the sky, illuminating the body of the necromancer like a spotlight on the stage. However, this time the beam of light was not golden, but black.

The black air lingered in the beam of light, and the clouds in the sky were all affected and turned black. Then the black clouds separated, and from the middle, an angel wearing a black robe and a pair of black wings flew out.

"Fallen Angel!"

"Is it a fallen angel?"

"Oh my God, I saw a fallen angel for the first time in my life."

The people of the Dark Vatican thumped and thumped, and they all knelt.

I saw the fallen angel flapping wings in the sky, and the black feathers descended along the beam of light, spiraling around the necromancer’s corpse. After a few seconds, the broken heavenly cover of the necromancer returned to normal. Sitting up, startled and dumbfounded.

"I... Why am I alive again?" The Necromancer screamed: "No, I don't want a bright resurrection, I'm going to die."

He jumped up and wanted to hit the wall again.

Several priests and nuns of the Dark Church yelled in unison: "Master, don't rush to death, look up and look at the sky, look at the sky."

The necromancer looked up into the sky, oh my mother, fallen angel! Wasn't it an angel with white wings just now? Why did you become a fallen angel in a blink of an eye, and the feathers rotating around me also turned black?

He knelt to the fallen angel with a pop.

Robb said in an irritating way: "I'm not dead now, right? Cut! I don't know what is good or bad. You have resurrected you three times by causing labor and capital. You owe me too much. If you don't help me move 100,000 bricks, I won't I will spare you easily."

The Necromancer looked blank, looked at the fallen angel in the sky, and then at Robb: "Yes...you saved me? You...can you actually invite the fallen angel to resurrect me?"

Robb said: "Stop talking about these nonsense, come over and talk about business."

A farce is finally over, Robb can sit down and talk with the people of the Dark Church.

Thirty-two people from the Dark Vatican sat in rows in front of Robb, eating fruit, and the three hundred temple knights looked at them wickedly, but Robb was sitting here, and the temple knights did not dare to move. They can now understand that Robb’s attitude in this war can be said to be "absolutely neutral."

He doesn't favor either side, but he will help any side if there is a problem. He is such a strange guy.

According to him, this is called "humanitarianism", but in everyone's opinion, the real purpose of this guy is definitely not that simple.

Robb took a close look at the thirty-two people from the Dark Vatican, a necromancer, two priests, two little nuns, two apprentices of the wizard, and then a group of low-level believers, messengers, entourage, and so on.

"Well, now let’s talk about your next life issues." Robb smiled and said, "You have also heard. I promised Donggran’s guerrillas not to let you go out, in exchange for him not to attack me. Fortunately for him to be a reasonable person, he agreed to my terms. Therefore, you should also be reasonable and don’t want to run out to cause me trouble."

Everyone thought: Baiyue was reasonable and reasonable, he was obviously forced to retreat by Bishop Elsie with the Knights of the Temple, and Bishop Elsie was forced to do so, of course.

The Necromancer immediately "reasonably" said: "Yes, we can't live up to Mr. Robert's kindness. I think we can only stay in Westwind Town for the rest of the time, but here..." He blinked. Glancing at the Knights of the Temple next to him, he whispered: "The living environment here is a bit harsh."

Robb smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. They will only stare at you and scold you, but won't hit you. Bishop Elsie can definitely guarantee this."

Bishop Elsie immediately responded: "Yes, I promise."

Robb said to the Necromancer: "Look, he agreed. Therefore, you can only stare at them and scold them, not beat them. This is the principle, no one can violate it, otherwise... I will ask someone to play. Let’s play with a ceiling fan."

When I heard the word "ceiling fan", the people in Xifeng Town changed their faces, and the necromancer had a big "囧" written on his face. It turned out that he had already heard of "ceiling fan" from the 42nd. Something out.

On the 42nd, he repeatedly emphasized the sentence "Don't be hung on the ceiling fan by Robert" to all his colleagues. This sentence has now spread throughout the Dark Vatican.

The Necromancer took the warning seriously, and he hurriedly agreed: "Of course we won't look for things. We only have thirty-two people. In any case, it is impossible to take the initiative to attack three hundred people."

"Just don't ask for trouble."

"Uh, that..." The Necromancer said a little embarrassed: "Mr. Robert, since we can't leave this town anymore, we have to solve the problem of food, clothing, housing, do you have any comments in this regard?"

Robb smiled and said: "You are not refugees. You were chased in on the missionary road. Each of you has horses, and you must carry money with you. You don't need my relief. Take out your money, horses. If you sell it, can’t you raise a lot of money? Use this money to ask the townspeople to build a church for you. I think the location is next to my chapel, and then you can open it next to the church. A few wastelands, can't you live a good life?"