Chapter 221 111: The Court

"Lord God's Envoy, were you satisfied with your sleep last night? If not, we have many alternative places and mansions of various styles that can be arranged."

Early in the morning, in a guest room in the main building of Dake Palace, the female agent asked Ye Jie carefully.

"It feels good. I have never lived in such a luxurious place. If possible, you can call me Ye Jie or Sister. I am not a messenger of God."

Looking at the church building outside the window, Ye Jie had confirmed last night that it was the Cathedral of the Assumption that he was looking for.

The teacher said that the holy relics of his family were buried under the holy water pool of this church, but how could he get them? Should he dig them up directly? Or was this actually a test?

The female agent followed Ye Jie's absent-minded gaze for a few times, her eyes thoughtful: "Okay, Sister Ye Jie, breakfast is scheduled for 8 o'clock. President Veitch hopes to have dinner with you."

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you."

I thought I would be able to meet the president when I arrived last night, but I didn't expect they would arrange it for the next morning.

Ye Jie's purpose of coming to Mo City is to stop the demon from wreaking havoc further. It would also be beneficial to meet with the authorities to exchange relevant information. One less person would be hurt by the demon.

"Then I'll go down and get ready."

The female agent said goodbye, went out, explained things to another person, and then went into a room not far away to report to President Veitch who had been waiting.

"She has been looking at the Ascension Church?" Vicchi frowned slightly when he heard this information.

"Yes, I had been staring at the Assumption Church for more than a minute until I left. From that window, I could see the Archangel Cathedral and the gardens to the east, but the Lord God's Messenger didn't seem to care about that." The agent reported truthfully.

"I see. Go down and prepare breakfast."

"Yes."

After the agent left, Vichy thought for a moment and finally called the Patriarch.

Nearing eight o'clock, the female agent took Ye Jie out of the room, passed through the magnificent corridor, and entered a hall on the second floor of the same palace. The hall was dominated by gold, white and blue tones and luxuriously decorated. In the middle of the hall, there was a set of dining tables that were obviously placed temporarily. Vic was sitting on it. After seeing Ye Jie, he immediately stood up and walked towards her.

"Welcome to Mo City. How does the envoy of God feel?" Vicchi did not use any etiquette, but spoke very naturally, as if chatting with an old friend.

"Not bad." Ye Jie couldn't comment on it. After all, she hadn't been anywhere yet. "Mr. President, you don't need to call me the messenger of God. Just call me Ye Jie."

Listening to Ye Jie's voice with a slight local accent, Vici's smile widened.

"Do you know? The name of this hall is Catherine Hall, in memory of the great empress."

".Yeah?"

Ye Jie looked at it a few more times, but unfortunately he couldn't find any resonance.

She only remembered her name as a name, and she had only reviewed the history of her country under the guidance of her teacher.

Like a hospitable host, Vicci introduced the exquisite meal in front of him to Ye Jie.

After realizing that the other party might not be very interested in food, he calmly changed the subject to the church. Sure enough, Ye Jie was obviously more interested in the Ascension Church.

".So, Sister Ye Jie is from a family of Paladins who have been living in seclusion in the Northern League." After confirming Ye Jie's identity, Vic's expectations were finally fulfilled.

This is one of our own.

"I wonder if you still have contact with the Holy Knight family of the Holy See?"

"No, my parents didn't pass down any contact information for me."

After considering it, Ye Jie decided not to reveal the teacher's existence for the time being.

"If you are interested in churches, we can go to the Assumption Cathedral later. There are many excellent paintings and works of art there. The Patriarch is also looking forward to your visit."

"Thank you. I was just thinking of going to take a look."

As the meal was coming to an end, a man suddenly walked into the hall, approached Vici, nodded to Ye Jie, and whispered something in Vici's ear.

"Just say it directly. Sister Ye Jie is not an outsider." Vicchi stretched out his hand to stop her, expressing his full trust.

The man hesitated. "The devil's presence was seen at the game being held at the Luzhniki Stadium, which caused a massive riot."

Vicchi's eyes became serious: "Where are the nearest defense forces?"

"We've already rushed over, but there are too many civilians at the scene."

"I can go over." Hearing this, Ye Jie stood up.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Sister Ye Jie." Vicki said without hesitation, "I will inform Sister Jennifer, who is also a descendant of the Paladin lineage."

Jennifer?

Ye Jie seemed to have heard the name of this fellow combat nun from his teacher.

Without giving it too much thought, she walked out of the hall, prayed inwardly, borrowed strength, and after determining the direction, she took off into the air.

Luzhniki Stadium.

This stadium, which can accommodate 80,000 people, is the largest stadium in the Northern League.

Today, a fierce Meaux football derby is taking place between Sparta and Dynamo.

The original game time was scheduled to be in the evening, but the officials of Mo City were worried that such a large-scale event at night would attract the attention of demons, so they forcibly intervened and changed it to daytime.

Even so, people's enthusiasm did not diminish in the slightest. The venue was almost full and the scene was bustling.

"I've never seen a game this early! Damn it, getting up at six o'clock and still being late!"

"Okay, okay, stop complaining. It looks like the game has already started. Let's find a seat."

A couple wearing Spartan jerseys rushed into the stadium. They lived quite far away and it took them a long time to get here.

By the time they found a good spot and sat down, several rounds of attacks had already been organized on the scene.

Fans of both teams cheered back and forth, cheering for their team's offense.

In the midfield, the player on the attacking side with the ball was suddenly tripped by a sliding tackle. The referee did not blow the whistle, signaling the game to continue.

The fans of the team that failed in the attack immediately booed loudly, kept shouting about the inside story and greeting the referee's family, not expecting any effect, just to show that their team is not easy to bully.

The player who was tripped ran to argue, and then the referee began to warn. People who were close could see that the player was extremely excited, his face flushed, and his fists clenched and waved. The referee was very calm. Obviously, he had seen this kind of situation many times. Besides, wouldn't it be reasonable to relax the judgment during the derby? So he insisted on the judgment, looked directly at the player and warned him again, and made a gesture of pulling out a card.

Teammates have rushed over to dissuade him, otherwise it would be too restrictive to get a yellow card right after the start of the game.

The player lowered his head, seemingly giving in.

The referee also relaxed a little and did not give the first yellow card easily.

The player looked up at the big screen, which was also showing the confrontation between him and the referee.

"I'm really fed up. Why, why can't I just give the referee a red card?" he muttered to himself.

The teammate beside him didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

He smiled grimly at his teammates with a strange expression, then suddenly turned his head, jumped up, and suddenly pressed down on the referee's head. The latter didn't even have time to react before he felt dizzy.

The silence seemed to be contagious. From the stadium to the seats, from the commentators to the fans, the scene suddenly became silent.

Whether it was teammates or opponents, they all opened their eyes wide, opened their mouths wide, and used various body language such as pulling hair to express the incredible scene they saw. That player just ripped the referee's head off!!!
As the teammates stretched out their hands to stop it, they were horrified by the scene and stopped moving, not daring to move.

The body in the referee uniform fell to the ground powerlessly, and a large amount of blood gushed out of the broken neck, soaking the grass. The head with its eyes open was treated as a football by the players, who kicked it at will, and went straight in, and no one dared to stop it.

"Shoot!"

The player shouted loudly with a ferocious look.

The goalkeeper was stunned, his brain was completely in a state of shutdown, and he didn't move at all. He didn't know whether it was intentional or because of limited ability, but the man kicked his head straight at the goalkeeper, who instinctively caught it in his hand.

Then he lowered his head and looked into the head that was already broken in many places. One of his eyeballs even slipped onto his glove.

“Aa ...

He reacted, dropped his head in horror, turned and ran away screaming. Whoever wants to compete can do it.

The player who was about to celebrate saw that the ball did not go in, so he chased after it fiercely and kicked it hard, but it directly exploded the head that could not bear the weight, and the red and white stuff stained half of his leg.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. There are still many balls, many balls. Here are all balls. I will be the greatest player of this century. I will be remembered in the history of world football! Hahahaha." He looked around and laughed wildly.

The goalkeeper's scream, which had not yet run far, suddenly stopped as he became his next football.

"Devil, this is a devil! Everyone run!"

It was not until this moment that people woke up from their dream. The commentator on the scene shouted like crazy, calling on people to evacuate the venue quickly.

The players on the field only regretted that they were not track and field athletes, for they were afraid that if they ran too slowly their heads would be pulled off and kicked like a ball.

Except for a few brave ones, most of the stadium security guards didn't dare to go up, after all, they didn't even have guns.

"You want to stop me? With your own strength? Die, die!"

After a few screams, the court became bloodier, and several heads fell into the net, completing his first brace in his life.

"Cheers! Everybody, cheer for me!"

At this time, he had already grown a second demon head.

But the stands were already in chaos, and no one cared about this horrible and bloody game anymore.

"Leave in an orderly manner! Don't crowd! Follow the team and leave for an open area!"

"Child, whose child is this?!"

The police officers who maintain order are like a small boat in a sea of ​​people, and they can hardly guarantee even their own safety.

The passageway at the entrance of the stadium was noisy and chaotic, and the crowd fleeing frantically made it impossible for the arriving troops to convince everyone to regain their sanity, and they could only divert them to an area further outside.

"Ah! There is evil here too—"

In full view of everyone, the devil's traces appeared again in the bustling crowd. He killed someone as if with a clear target. Then, the tumor swelled, turned into two heads, and began to attack the crowd indiscriminately.

People instinctively panicked and ran away from this monster. The police officers who had just been trying to maintain order were squeezed so hard that they couldn't even draw their guns. They could only try their best to lift the child up to prevent him from being suffocated.

"Uncle, uncle, be careful!"

The crowd finally dispersed, and the police officer almost couldn't catch his breath. The child who was raised with both hands suddenly shouted anxiously.

When the police officer looked, he saw that it was the devil coming towards him.

Holding the child with one hand, he pulled out a pistol with the other hand and, according to recent training, aimed at his second head and fired several shots, but they were all easily blocked by the other party's open alien palm. In a blink of an eye, he was already within reach.

The police officer's eyes were filled with fear. He gritted his teeth and pushed the child away. He fired all the bullets from his pistol, but it did not delay the child at all.

However, death did not seem to favor him.

"Brother, the surgery to separate conjoined twins is free."

The demon stopped rushing forward, turned his head 180 degrees and looked back. A "common fellow" was holding a machete and smoking a cigarette, and patted his shoulder in a friendly manner.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement. You're welcome!"

Clap!

"what!!"

The machete chopped down directly and got stuck in the chest. The two heads were separated and floated around. The demon howled in pain, not understanding why the "same kind" in front of him would attack him.

But when he wanted to fight back, the opponent's hands had already been stuck along the place where the knife was chopped, and were stuck on his chest, and he exerted force suddenly!

Tear!

The demon was torn into two pieces alive.

[Demon Lord! Look at what you have done! It's over! Demon Lord, this is not my fault. I was held hostage. Demon Lord, please forgive me!]

In Carl's ears, the noisiest thing was not the noise of the crowd at the scene, nor the scream of the dying demon in front of him, but the demon in his body that kept going crazy and muttering incessantly.

"I've always been good at doing good things."

[Ahhh, you bitch Carl, you'd better pray that you don't fall into the hands of the Demon Lord, otherwise with your limited ability, you will be unable to live or die! ]

"I won't let you look down on yourself like that."

【I****】

Treating the devil's anger as bird talk, Carl walked up to the police officer, stretched out his hand, and pulled him up: "Use a rifle, these water guns won't have much effect on them."

The police officer's legs were shaking, but when he saw the child he had pushed away running back, he couldn't help but smile as if he had survived a disaster.

"Thank you, sir."

There was no doubt that the person before him was an extraordinary person, and the police officer didn't know whether to feel that his luck was good or bad.

Carl didn't say anything. He came here by constantly asking questions to the devil. He actually got some information out of him, and then he searched and inferred, and came here.

There was also a commotion at another exit, so Carl rushed over and stabbed the demon who had imprisoned his friend from behind.

The demon in his body could no longer scream and was silent.

Just as I was about to say something else to see if I could get some more information out of him, I felt my body go cold and my scalp felt as if it was pricked by needles. The shoulder where the demon was living began to twitch and tremble.

Looking up, I saw a ray of white light that even the sun could not suppress coming towards me. Even the clouds above seemed to be affected, leaving a long scratch. In the blink of an eye, the white light had fallen into the stadium.

"It looks like there's a big guy in there."

After killing two demons, Carl already had a rough understanding of his own strength.

Compared with those demons, his advantage is that his reason prevails and he can launch the first attack. His disadvantage is that his overall strength cannot match those two-headed guys. Once he loses the first-attack advantage, the situation will become ugly.

For example, right now.

boom!
A dark figure approached.

(End of this chapter)