MTL - Morning of Swordsman Tower-Chapter 254

What's even more embarrassing is that this Iberian religious person was so outrageous that he was really knocked out by a little penguin with this kind of inferior plastic toy. Please, we Terrans are descendants of powerful ancestors anyway. Some people are so weak, right?

So no one wanted to avenge him or stand out for him. Even the other Iberian guests who were fellow villagers with him quietly moved their buttocks to stay away from him as much as possible.

No mercy, even disgust.

And Boss Qiao nonchalantly took out a disposable paper cup with a punctured bottom and continued to use it as a loudspeaker, and the effect was not much different from the previous toy.

"Very good. We are all peace-loving elites from all walks of life in Terra. Don't let some fake garbage disturb our interest. So... what did you say just now?"

"You speak of them as a curse."

"Oh yes, thanks buddy."

Because this sentence was so natural, even Boss Qiao didn't seem to notice that the person who reminded him was the Pope who was stepped on top of his head, so he just thanked him casually without bowing his head.

So all the guests and Lateran believers watched in dumbfounded fashion as the Pope and Mr. Qiao cooperated tacitly and talked about double-reed cross talk.

"So in view of the above defects of the Lateran law itself, I propose to smash it!"

There was a sudden silence in the audience. This is no longer a shock, but a failure to understand this kind of operation, so that everyone thought that their ears had misheard.

Only the Pope, who was closest to Boss Joe, was sure that he heard right.

"Do you mean to let Lateran abandon the law?"

"Of course not abandoning, that would leave hidden dangers. As far as I know, even the Sakota people who feel the same have different factions. If one party abandons, the other party will naturally want to support it again, so the way to deal with it must be once and for all, that is smashing It's broken, it's ruined, it's smashed, it's smashed!

Am I clear enough? "

"..."

The Pope suddenly understood where his premonition of being afraid of the law came from. It wasn't Tracy at all, but the penguin above his head.

"Please be careful, doctor! The law is the fundamental definition that Sakota people are born with, not the kind of paper clause that can be modified at will according to the lord's words. Allegiance to the monarch, the people look forward to the hope of tomorrow."

Boss Qiao glanced to the side, and found that the person who refuted him this time was Cardinal Valliv of Lateran, and she was standing beside Giovanni.

For the sake of being polite when he saw people talking, Boss Qiao stopped littering this time.

"I can still understand the metaphor of being loyal to the monarch, but I look forward to the hope of tomorrow? Hehehe, now that the situation on Terra is rising, and the curtain of conspiracy is covering the sky, how many years have you guarded this broken law? You tell me...where is the hope!"

"..."

Vierliv was speechless, although emotionally she firmly believed that Rutland's path was correct, but she was in charge of Rutland's daily affairs, but she was also very clear intellectually, who could believe this naive statement Most were young Sakotas who never left Rutland.

"I don't know, then let me answer for you. The hope of tomorrow is not in the corner of the law, but in our own hands... in the fins!"

I saw Boss Qiao suddenly throwing the rotten paper cup that was used as a loudspeaker toward the place where no one was in the audience. The paper cup, which was as light as a feather, exploded the moment it touched the floor, as if there was a loud loudspeaker hidden inside it. Chunlei.

boom!

After hearing the "cup throwing" signal, the skylight decorated with stained glass directly above the podium was suddenly shattered, and a rope was thrown down from above.

Originally, this kind of small window was only to let the sunlight through to make the atmosphere in the church more sacred. For security reasons, it was impossible for an adult to pass through there.

But for penguins, the size is just right.

Then just listen to the stabbing, and the three swift and professional penguin agents held the Pope with "weapons" and held the Pope hostage. Even the captain of the cavalry, Giovanni, had no time to rescue him.

"Bold! How dare you confront the Pope..."

Facing Giovanni, who was about to raise his gun to shoot, the cool Lemuane, who was holding a Lego sniper gun, turned around and was a preemptive strike.

Boer~

A toy suction cup bullet hit Giovanni's unarmored crotch and clung to it.

Because gun riders only guard against gun weapon attacks, they usually don't wear crotch protection. First, it affects tactical actions, and second, if they are really hit by bullets, it doesn't matter whether they wear armor or not.

But no one expected that Rutland's future "enemies" would be a group of penguin cubs who used non-lethal weapons and brought double pain buffs.

"what…"

Giovanni's wailing was short and muffled, because his expression was so contorted that he couldn't make a sound out of his throat, so he could only drop the gun directly, and covered his crotch with his hands while the background sound of the male guests in the cathedral gasped. He fell to his knees and lost the ability to fight.

"team leader!"

The gun riders who were in charge of the security of the Conference of Nations suddenly became furious. They raised their guns to avenge their captain who "sacrificed their descendants", and then rescued the Pope.

But the cool Lemuan just swept them away with her indifference with excitement, and excitement with fanatical eyes, and then...

Boo, boo, boo, boo.

Apple (lin) fruit (qin) shooter is cool and terrifying!

Chapter 683 An Antarctic University Dissertation, On the Equivalence Between Gun Riding and Ice Cream

The Requiem Church in the Tiwan District of Lateran, here is the place where the funeral is held for every Sakota and the body is buried here forever.

Funerals at Requiem Church are divided into two types, one is to celebrate the dead who died well, and this kind of funeral is often accompanied by laughter, music, sweets and occasional innocuous explosions. For the departed shall be one with the sublime Spirit and return to the heavens, and it is worth every cup of wine to wish him.

Another kind of solemn and special funeral is not known to ethnic groups other than Sakota, because the deceased died unexpectedly, and Father Sakota, who needs to preside over the funeral, asked the law to bury him.

So at a certain moment, Sakota in Lateran will be strangled by the great grief, unable to move, pant, and look away, as if accepting the baptism of the wave after the collapse of the dam, as a way to leave People Mourning Blessings.

This feeling is almost the same as the soul torrent that washed through the hearts of all Sarkaz when Princess Kazdel passed away. The difference is that the death of the queen has a wider range of influence, because she herself is the law of Sarkaz container.

It was not during any funeral, but a mysterious man wearing a monk's burqa with two horns protruding from his head hurriedly came to the Requiem Church, half kneeling respectfully, holding a shower in his hand and pouring water. before the priest of flowers.

The reason why he is dressed like this is because he is not a real Lateran, even the identity of the Plenty Hoof is fake, it is a Plenty Hoof disguised by Sarkaz's horn.

"Your Excellency, something happened at the World Summit!"

The priest whom he called the leader was shocked. He first put down the shower, and then turned his head to look suspiciously at the subordinate who came to report. And the true identity of this priest was Andorn, whom Fiameta had "heart and soul".

"How could it be? The Council of Nations is the top priority of the work presided over by the Pope himself. Unless Lateran has been breached by the enemy, who can make trouble in the cathedral?"

There is a basis for An Duoen to say this, because he himself is the one who is preparing to "make trouble".

Now there are members of the "Pathfinder" who follow him in the whole Lateran, lurking secretly, in order to listen to his leader's call, and to hold the Pope accountable together, why can't the blessing of the law spread throughout the suffering? of foreigners.

However, even Andorn, who is so well prepared, intends to silently wait for the end of the Conference of Nations before launching an action. On the one hand, it is because he is not anti-pope or anti-law in essence, and he also agrees with the importance of the Conference of Nations. sex.

On the other hand, of course, he knew exactly how strong the security force around the Pope was during the summit, so there was no need to confront him head-on.

It must be much easier to wait until the meeting is over and all the Sakotas look forward to that period of mental relaxation after a period of intense work and fun.

"It's absolutely true, leader, and it's not as simple as causing trouble. Although the specific process is not clear yet, someone has indeed kidnapped the pope and declared that he will smash the Lateran law.

The gun cavalry guarding the pope had been defeated and controlled by them, and the guards outside the cathedral were negotiating with the kidnappers. "

"...!"

Even if An Duoen was the kind of person who dared to break the taboos of race and belief for the sake of his ideals, he couldn't help but feel terrible when he heard the words.

Because it was really hard for him to imagine how this was done. Every gun rider of the Pope's personal guard was a top-level shooter outside of Lateran. It is such a guard force that it can be completely controlled by people?

Even if all the "Pathfinders" under Andorn's command were piled up, it might not be enough for gun cavalry to fight, otherwise he would not wait patiently for the opportunity here.

But in any case, Andorn still upholds the Lateran law. If these gangsters succeed, let alone his ideal of finding blessings for foreigners, even the Sakotas themselves will be involved. In the chaos of war.

"Go, gather our comrades, and get them ready for the cathedral!"

"This...leader, won't this expose our plan?"

"Oh, there is nothing to reveal. Do you think that old man really doesn't know what we are doing here? No, he knows very well."

"What!? Then why did he..."

The Sarkaz Pathfinder was taken aback when he heard the words. Anyone who heard that what he thought was a perfect lurking was just a "farce" under the nose of the other party would break out in a cold sweat.

"Because the old man himself is very clear that the current path of the law has come to an end, but the identity of the pope restrains him, preventing him from having the courage to make an attempt to break the rules, so we need our existence .”

Andorn put his hand on the shoulder of the restless Sarkaz pathfinder, and comforted him with a gentle but extremely firm tone.

"But don't worry, as long as the ideal you are fighting for is as clear as the sky, every step you take in accordance with your own will is justice for the suffering!

Even if this plan does have elements of mutual utilization, but thinking about the good, we have found a lot of like-minded partners here, haven't we? Only a place walked by enough people can be called a road.

Well, hurry up and gather our comrades, as soon as possible! "

"...Yes, my guide."

The Sarkaz Pathfinder bowed his head to Andorn, even though Andorn was a Sakota who should have been "hated" by Sarkaz.

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Boom!

The "corpse" of Giovanni, the captain of the gun cavalry, was kicked down the steps from the door of the cathedral by a flat-headed penguin with a flipper.

The Lateran guards who came to meet him rushed forward to stop it, while staring at this cute little animal that was "no threat" no matter how it looked, with angry but weird eyes.

Of course, although Giovanni looked like a corpse, it could be known from the brightness of the halo on his head that he was actually safe and sound, but passed out.

The only weird thing is that no scars were found on his body, only two sucker toy bullets were attached to that indescribable place.

Exactly one grain per grain.

Even through the combat uniform, it is very firmly pasted, which makes the guards dare not pull it off easily, mainly because they are afraid of "pull out the carrot and bring out the mud", so they can only hand him over to the medical staff.

"Hey! Brat, I didn't let him go to show mercy. I want something!"

Obviously, Boss Qiao is "exchanging prisoners" with the guards, but what he wants is not people, but something else.

The guards who had just carried Giovanni away looked back at the arrogant Gambler unwillingly, as if they wanted to shoot the guy with a gun on the spot, but when they thought that their Pope was still suffering "humiliation" at the hands of the penguin, I can only endure it.

"Of course I'm ready, you can ask for anything else, but you can't hurt the Pope, otherwise the whole of Lateran will never forgive you crazy penguins!"

"Don't pull, don't pull, don't pull... Please, do you really think that such pretentious and vicious nonsense can scare a professional goose like me? But don't worry, because I am a professional, I will not do harm to hostages." Kind of out of line."

The garrison member was stunned by Joe's boss, so he could only wave his hand helplessly, and an ice cream vendor's car with crisp bells drove over leisurely.

Boss Qiao's eyes lit up immediately, and then, as if the guards with live ammunition didn't exist, he jumped up and opened the freezer to check the inventory inside, only showing a fluffy penguin's **** facing them.

It wasn’t until he confirmed that it was full of various local special flavors of ice cream that could only be bought in the Rutland black market currency called “etched bullet casings”, that Boss Qiao slammed the freezer door shut and nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad, for the sake of your trustworthiness in doing business, I'll send out another gun rider later, and treat it as a kickback from me."

...God *Rutland Expletive* Kickback! If you are capable, release the Pope before you start "doing business". See if we don't give you a few tons of ammunition right away as an extra!

The guards were roaring angrily in their hearts, but they could only watch as Boss Joe skillfully manipulated the steering wheel with his short penguin fins, and then drove the ice cream truck into the cathedral.

If Giovanni woke up and knew that the reason why he was released by the "robbers" was only to exchange a cart of ice cream, he would probably suffer a more serious secondary injury.

Chapter 684 Strange, so weird!

All the guest representatives from all nations were hijacked by the "heinous" bandits along with the Pope. Such an international event is nothing compared to kidnapping the daughter of a wealthy businessman for ransom. After all, you do have a chance to get the money and run away.

But the former was never for such low-level interests as money, but with some kind of strong political purpose, and its executors were almost all dead soldiers, who would never have the idea of ​​coming back alive.

Most of the guests who can get along well in international relations understand this truth, so no one tried to resist for the time being, after all, no one knows whether these penguins are ready to explode at any time.

What's more, the terrifying combat power of their "chicken defeat" gun cavalry is really painful.

However, the real situation in the cathedral at this time far exceeded the imagination of the guards outside and even the guests present.

All because Kawaii Mostima was crunching past the guests on a kiddie tricycle on her tiny flippers, and Joe Boss was standing behind her in a small wheeled grocery basket, Holding a tin trumpet and yelling loudly.

"Here comes the ice cream! Fresh Rutland local special offer good goods, beckon if you want to eat, no cash, only etched bullet casings, pure source stones, synthetic jade, but if you bring something good Special products and so on can also be used to offset Originium Stones!"

"..."

Can you goose bandits be more serious! ? Put aside the international kidnapping case, why are you selling ice cream again? It's okay to sell ice cream at the scene of the crime, but why is it so cute!

The noble lady of Letania who wanted to order her followers to ask for the price to buy the boss before, but later planned to give up, was already so teased that she almost couldn't hold back the restlessness in her heart to caress the cutie.

If it wasn't for worrying about attracting too much attention, she would probably have taken out the handkerchief she prepared and gnawed madly to relieve her nervousness. That's right, eating handkerchiefs instead of biting handkerchiefs may be because her Caprini goat blood is relatively strong Bar.

Of course, she wasn't the only one who had such thoughts, other people just showed different degrees of that's all, but due to the remaining rationality still reminding them that these penguins are extremely dangerous elements, they haven't acted yet.

After all, the penguin agents are the cutest animals in the world in the setting. Even the 1.95-meter-tall burly man who calls his own mother his mother-in-law can resist their charm, not to mention these "laymen" who have never seen the world Woolen cloth?

Finally, the Lady Letania couldn't bear it any longer, so she stood up and raised her arms in the eyes of the entourage beside her who was too scared to stop her.

"I want one... two ice creams, three layers mixed!"

(°д°)!

All the guests turned their heads and looked at this elegantly dressed lady with a flushed face like a girl in shock. Even the bravest men couldn't help respecting her as a real man at this moment.

"Oh! Please wait a moment, this... Ms. Sheep, I'll be here soon."

Kawaii Mostima immediately kicked the small tricycle in front of her, but Qiao Boss in the vegetable basket just took out two empty cones and held them on the fins, and there were no ice cream **** on them.

"Rookie!"

Boss Joe gave an order, and then I saw the rookie get out of the ice cream truck parked at the door of the church, holding a penguin toy that looked like a grenade gun in his fins and raised it above his head, and then...