Leaving the noisy hall, Margaret III led the team and the group came to a small conference room.

Dozens of high-back chairs were placed next to the oval long table.

St. Attila, Rafa, and a few old men in light golden robes, and a few old women in light silver robes. These were obviously clergymen with important positions in the church, sitting on chairs with expressionless expressions and drinking tea.

Seeing Margaret III bringing people in, the clergy slowly stood up and saluted Margaret III.

Margaret III held Joe's hand tightly and took him to sit at one end of the main seat of the long table.

Joe sat in the seat next to Margaret III.

Such treatment...

St. Attila and other clergymen stared wide.

Salian became more and more embarrassed.

In Isaac's eyes, there was an even more strange light flashing.

Conrad, Flickr, and the father and son's eyes turned a little red.

As for the three grandparents and grandchildren of Dolan, the fact that Qiao San punched Hillman was like a five-thunder thunder, which shocked them to the point of not coming back to their senses. They followed in like walking corpses, and after they sat down, they kept standing aside in a daze.

The group sat quietly for a while.

Amid the footsteps, several old men who were very well maintained, looked like they were only in their early sixties, had rosy complexion and smooth skin, but their eyes were full of vicissitudes of life and walked in slowly through another door.

The old men did not say hello to anyone. They slowly sat down at the end away from Margaret III, and then made a gentle cough at the same time.

Mata XIII waved his hand, and a guard came in and served hot tea to several old guys.

Several old men opened the teacup and took a sip of hot tea in a neat manner. Then they slowly sat upright, like an old fox's gaze, swept across Qiao's face quickly.

"It's this little guy, what you believe in, the hope for dealing with the abyss?" An old man tapped the table with his finger: "Okay, since it's your choice... all the consequences will be borne by you."

St. Attila had a gloomy face and attacked the old man first: "Old Master Zoya, is this Al's attitude? The entire continent is facing crisis. This is your Al's attitude to cooperate?"

The old man Zoya rolled his eyes: "Mr. Attila..."

Rafa interrupted: "My Lord Zoya, please keep your due respect for the crown... You should be honored as the crown of Saint Attila!"

Zoya smiled sarcastically: "Crown? Ah, in the face of infinite knowledge and absolute truth, there is no 'saint', and there is no 'crown'... All existences that can be analyzed by knowledge are equal and balanced."

Zoya tapped the table with her finger again: "Even, the so-called gods worshipped by the church... in Al's heart, they are only slightly stronger..."

St. Attila jumped up, and several old men in light golden robes also jumped up.

In order to defend their gods and to maintain their faith, several old men picked up their scepters and hit several old guys in the Al organization.

The room area is limited, perhaps because of the existence of Margaret III and others, several old charlatans did not use any magical skills or other powers, and several old guys from the Al organization did not use extraordinary powers either.

They were like a group of rascals at the bottom, grinning and fighting together.

Soon, the old charlatans holding scepters gained the advantage and used the well-made scepters to beat several old guys from the Al organization to their heads.

Margaret III waited until several old guys were beaten and screamed, then she shouted majestically: "Enough, all noble gentlemen, even if you ignore your dignity, you must consider it. You are all old, how many of you will die here... The Delun Empire will never take responsibility for this."

A group of guards came late and forced the old guys who were beaten into a group to separate.

A group of old guys went down the donkey and returned to their seats one by one.

Several old priests of the Yingui Church emitted silver light all over their bodies. With the divine light lingering, the slightest skin trauma of the old priests healed rapidly.

Those old guys from the Al organization did not have such treatment.

They muttered in a low voice, took out the potion in the crystal bottle in anger, and drank it "gudonggudong". Their injuries also disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Margaret III's face was extremely gloomy.

Mata XIII coughed and walked forward two steps.

Before Mata XIII spoke, Joe gently patted Margaret III, holding his palm tightly, then stood up and coughed heavily.

"Everyone of the church, all of Al... Please keep your absolute respect for our Queen and my great-grandmother who is inexplicably unacceptable."

Saint Attila, Rafa, and a few old guys in golden robes blinked without saying a word.

An El veteran looked up and looked at Joe with a sarcastic smile: "If, I refuse?"

Joe smiled and looked at him.

The power of crimson is boiling.

The power of the abyss is roaring.

In the void, a black light flashed, and the slick veteran who was kept in full burst.

The blood was applied evenly on the ground.

This veteran has nothing left.

"This is the answer." Joe held Margaret III's hand and said coldly: "No matter what form she is, whether it is the grandmother of the old grandmother's tavern, or the Empress of the Empire, you, this group of ants...must, keep, respect!"

A thick black mist appeared on Joe's body.

In the fog, a lifelike Hydra, which had already condensed into substance, emerged slowly.

What scares everyone is that the nine huge heads of this Hydra are not ordinary snake heads, but nine dragon heads similar to dragons.

The geniuses in the church, whether the old man or the old woman, all took a deep breath of air conditioning.

Hydra's snake head turned into a dragon head, and the mist-like phantom turned into a physical entity, but there was no change in its own body. Everyone who had some knowledge of this was well aware of the meaning.

Doran, Hield, Marg, shut up and stared at Joe like a ghost.

Several veterans who wanted to start a sudden attack closed their mouths and nodded to Qiao with a smile on their faces.

St. Attila and Rafa looked at each other, and they stood up and saluted Joe slightly.

Several old priests of the white-haired Yingui Church, smiling and a smile, said in a deep voice: "Joe, Liya is a devout believer of my Lord, and you have obtained the badge of my Lord's saints... We are a family."

Joe rolled his eyes and smashed his fist on the table.
Chapter completed!