There was no way for such an accident to happen, and Artis had no choice but to immediately retreat with his people and return along the original road.

As soon as they ran out, they were bumped into by the guards of the Earl's Mansion from the side, and a fierce exchange of fire broke out between the two sides.

An Tusen said decisively: "It's too late, if you slow down, those people taught by the young people will react, you take some people to go directly, and I will block them!"

His face was flushed, and before he came, he had already thought that they might not be able to get out of here, so he didn't plan to get out alive.

The original president of the Antu Chamber of Commerce died in the dungeon long ago, and now he is a follower of the Sect of All Beings.

boom

With one shot, he headshot a guard who was about to shoot.

Artis nodded, and decisively led seven or eight people to run in another direction, drilled into the alleyway, and ran all the way to the municipal square.

His skin became pale, and his running speed became faster and faster, becoming abnormal, turning into an afterimage, walking through the street, throwing the people behind him far away.

At this moment, the admonition had just begun, and a large number of people gathered in the municipal square, not only the disciples of the Postnatal Sect, but also the citizens who came here admiringly, as well as the heretics who were tied to the pillars, waiting to be judged.

Everything is solemn and solemn. The church army inside and outside plus the city guards alone have nearly a thousand guards.

"Evil deeds will be judged in time, and no one will escape!"

"We just need to repent at all times, examine our behavior, and keep admonishing ourselves to do the right thing."

The pope's voice was heard far away, and could be heard in the nearby streets, and there were also a large number of people watching here.

Artis came all the way to the back of the municipal building, climbed up to the fifth floor, and walked through the window, which was just above the municipal square, where he could see the pope not far below.

"Who are you?"

There were other people in the room, and they were also taken aback when they saw Artis appearing suddenly.

Artis ignored him, and jumped directly from the upstairs. Relying on the strength of his body, he drew an arc in the air, and at a perfect angle, he glides towards the Pope standing on the high platform, who is admonishing him. .

"what is that!"

The crowd riots when they see Artis falling from the sky.

"Protect the Pope!"

"Protect the Pope!"

"Protect the Pope!"

…

The guards with knives on both sides came to this side, but it was too late, Artis had already fallen in front of the Pope, fell on the high platform, and made a loud noise.

Seeing the sudden appearance of Artis, the Pope wearing a golden mask was also taken aback. He took two steps back and held up the scepter in his hand.

A sharp blade popped out of Artis' mechanical arm, and he was about to rush forward to kill the Pope when he felt a strong thrust coming towards him, forcing him to freeze in place for a second.

"The Sect of All Beings is really brave, to dare to assassinate me!"

The Pope understood everything when he saw Artis, and he really didn't expect that the Sect of All Beings would let people assassinate him in full view, which can be described as crazy.

It seems that from the beginning, they didn't think about a peaceful settlement with them, and they wanted to fight to the death.

Artis was not surprised to see that the pope could use magic. Every ancient church they had encountered before had all kinds of means, especially those great lords, who often possessed some magic powers beyond imagination. Magic, but in the end it was defeated by him.

"Give me death!"

The scepter in the Pope's hand emitted a dazzling blue light. Before Artis came in front of him, white stones appeared on the skin all over his body, slowing down his movements.

Artis showed surprise. He didn't expect the pope's magic to affect him. As a blood race, he could resist most magic to a certain extent.

In just a moment, he returned to normal, but the guards on both sides also surrounded him, and with two gunshots, two bullets pierced his chest, spurting blood.

Artis knelt on the ground, spitting blood, but there was a wicked smile on his face, as well as those two slender fangs.

"demon?"

Seeing this, the Pope opened his eyes wide under the mask, and stepped back again and again.

A guard who took the long sword and slashed at Artis was kicked away by him and fell under the high platform.

After being hit by two bullets, Artis stood up from the ground again as if nothing had happened, dodged the attack of another guard, and rushed towards the Pope with dexterous steps.

"Eternal flames, let me judge this evil person!"

The pope raised the scepter again, shouted, and the flames ignited on the scepter, forming a flaming spear, shining white light.

next moment.

Artis was pierced through the chest by the flaming spear, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

He clearly wanted to avoid the spear formed by the flames, but he was still hit.

As the fire burned, his soul seemed to burn with it.

"Ahhh!"

Artis let out a scream, covered his chest, and kept rolling on the ground, and the flames covered his figure.

"It really is a devil!"

The pope said coldly, with white light shining in his eyes, like the scorching sun in the sky, constantly burning people's hearts.

Artis screamed, but the smile on his face became more and more strange, and some dense black lines appeared on his body, spreading continuously in the air and on the ground.

"what is that"

The guards around kept backing away, not knowing what it was, and feeling afraid.

From the looks of it, the assassin has been subdued.

It seems so.

Suddenly ~lightnovelpub.net~ the pope seemed to feel something, showing a panicked look, and hastily shouted:

"Quick! Get out of here."

He didn't look back, and ran back at a fast pace, while the other believers looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

Just at this time.

A deep black crack appeared in mid-air, creaking like the sound of bones breaking, echoing in the square.

A jet-black huge arm with long hair stretched out from the inner seam out of thin air, grabbing at the fleeing Pope.

This is the real horror, and the square is in chaos.

Seeing this, the Pope knew that he couldn't escape, so he stabbed at the **** hand with a flaming spear formed from a scepter.

Like hitting a stone with an egg, the flames were instantly extinguished, and the Pope was caught by that big hand.

At this moment, Artis got up from the ground, the flames on his body had long been extinguished, looked at the people around him and shouted with wild laughter:

"None of you heretics can escape, you all have to die here!"

The Pope was grabbed by the giant hand, his face was livid, he couldn't move, and blood kept coming out of his mouth: "You devil will die!"

The next moment, his body was crushed and exploded, and a large amount of blood sprayed out, splashing onto Artis's face.

Artis stuck out his slender tongue, licked the blood on his face, and commented: "It's delicious."

The crack gradually grew bigger again, like a torn wound, and a huge figure stepped out of it.

As soon as one foot was stretched out, a blade-like flame shot out from the pope's body, cutting off the huge figure's arm.

"Why do you want to break the rules!"

A majestic voice came, it seemed to come from a distant time and space, wandering.

Just listening to this voice, Artis's head exploded out of thin air, and his body fell heavily on the high platform.