C435 A Sneak Attack

"What do we do now?" Wutian asked.

Wuliang glanced at Wuhua and Mo Sheng. He said in a low voice. "It seems like we have been discovered. We have no choice now. We can only take advantage of the chaos. The four of us will attack together and capture that Cardinal. Then, we will leave. This place is no longer suitable for us to stay here. "

Wuhua was silent for a moment. He nodded in agreement. "Wuliang is right. We must act quickly. Otherwise, if the cardinal finds out that this group of brats did not follow us, it will be difficult to deal with them!"

The four of them nodded in unison...

The cardinal was not easy to deal with. These four people had experienced it deeply in Vatisn these past few days. Although they did not fight, every time they met the cardinal who was patrolling the hotel entrance, they could always feel the Holy Power coming from the cardinal's body.

The four of them flew out. At the same time, Mo Sheng, who had the highest cultivation base, spread out the Spiritual Sense. The situation on every street was reflected in Mo Sheng's heart.

"Follow me." Mo Sheng said faintly, and the three of them followed closely behind.

The hall quickly retreated, and the church at the top of the roof seemed a little strange in the night. The four of them quickly avoided the tall buildings and jumped into a dark alley. This place was very close to the Albate Hotel where they stayed. They would arrive after a few roads.

"Old Mo, you can't be wrong to lead the way, right? Er... "Wuliang looked around and said without hiding anything.

Mo Sheng turned around and looked at Wuliang. His eyes touched. Wu Liang paused for a second and didn't dare to speak nonsense anymore. The four of them had known each other for a long time. Wu Liang was most afraid of Mo Sheng. Although Mo Sheng was always silent, but... Boundless deeply respected Mo Sheng's strength. He was the strongest amongst them. He was much more powerful than his wild path.

Mo Sheng shifted his gaze away from Boundless and looked at Wuhua. He said in a low voice. "Turn a corner. The tallest one in the third-grade pavilion."

Wuhua nodded his head, indicating that he understood what Mo Sheng meant. The Cardinal must be on top of the tallest pavilion he mentioned.

They knew where they were. At the same time, they carefully unfolded the Spiritual Sense to check their surroundings.

"There's a ten-man team in the west, and two Blue Cardinal!" Wuliang chuckled, rubbing his fists with an eager expression on his face.

"There are two fifteen-man teams at the northeast corner, five Blue Cardinal, and eight intermediate deacons!" Wuhua turned his head and looked at Wutian. He smiled. "How about we go with these two teams?"

Wutian's face revealed a trace of ruthlessness and a cold smile.

Wuhua continued, "In the southwest corner, there are 15 people at the bottom of the minaret. Three Blue Cardinal!" He looked at Mo Sheng.

Mo Sheng said, "Leave it to me!" After saying that, his feet moved slightly, and without a gust of wind, he had already drifted away.

Wuliang bared his teeth and looked at Mo Sheng's disappearing figure. He said in a low voice, "Boss Mo is really cool!" During this period of time, he was already completely speechless towards Mo Sheng's silence.

Wuhua smiled and shouted in a low voice, "Move!"

The three of them shot out without a sound.

Among the three pointed pavilions in a triangle formation, the tallest building could be vaguely seen from the window. There were a few figures inside the lights.

Inside the obelisks.

A middle-aged man dressed in a red robe with angular facial muscles and neatly combed hair sat on an old chair. His eyes were deep and reserved as he looked out the window. He heard three nervous and careful Blue Cardinal reporting the situation to him.

"How is it going with Bromley?" The voice of the middle-aged man in the red robe was a little hoarse, but it was very oppressive.

Blue Cardinal, who was on the leftmost side, was trembling and did not dare to raise his head. He answered vaguely, "Master Syrah, there is no reply from Bulmoni!"

Syrah was the Cardinal who was sitting on the chair.

Syrah frowned slightly. His finger, which was lightly tapping on the armrest of the chair, suddenly paused. The Blue Cardinal who replied immediately broke out in cold sweat and did not dare to take a deep breath.

"Hmm? Didn't Bu Mori follow the team?" Syrah turned his head and glanced at Blue Cardinal. His hoarse voice was like steel needles poking into Blue Cardinal's body.

The Blue Cardinal did not know how to answer, but a younger Blue Cardinal standing next to him stepped forward. "Master Syrah, he said. Bu Moli came out of the West Hall with me. I followed Master. Therefore, he left first. However, he calculated the time that he had agreed to meet with Bu Moli. Bu Mori should have arrived by now. It's impossible for him to not have an echo! "

Syrah hummed in agreement. He retracted his gaze and continued to look out the window. The three Blue Cardinal who were waiting at the side heaved a sigh of relief at the same time. The Blue Cardinal who answered first felt that his clothes were soaked in cold sweat. He looked at the Blue Cardinal beside him with gratitude.

"What do you think?" Syrah said without any reason.

Blue Cardinal calmed himself down and took a deep breath. "I suspect that Bromley has encountered misfortune!"

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out. The armrest of the ancient chair Syrah was sitting on was completely pinched off. Syrah continued, "Continue!"

The three Blue Cardinal's hearts sank. The Blue Cardinal in the middle bit the bullet and said, "Bulmani's personality is usually very aggressive. I've reminded him many times to be careful. Otherwise, he'll easily attract the attention of the enemy and become the target of attack. However, for hundreds of years, the name of the Church has spread throughout the world. Bu Moli, who has been living a peaceful life in Vatisn, believes that he has long treated my reminder as a joke. I suspect that... Bu Moli's team had already attracted the attention of those few pagan!

Syrah threw away the broken handrail in his hand and brushed away the red robe on his body. He coldly walked to the window alone and used the weak moonlight to sweep towards the few teams that were preparing to move.

Suddenly, Syrah's pupils shrank. His fingers, which were hidden in his sleeve, flipped nimbly. The bronze Holy Artifact cross that was hidden in his sleeve fell onto his fingertip. A wisp of Holy Power instantly filled Syrah's entire body.

When the three Blue Cardinal behind him saw Syrah suddenly reveal his combat state, they immediately became nervous as well. They had a vigilant look on their faces when faced with an unknown danger.

Swoosh! A ray of holy light quickly struck down, and with a loud bang, the flat ground under the tower burst into flames. Rocks flew everywhere, and the milky white flames lit up the entire street in an instant.

Wuliang didn't expect to be discovered so quickly, and he was instantly burned by the holy fire until he cried out in pain.

Wuhua and the others who were standing in the other directions had cold expressions on their faces at the same time. Immediately, they increased the speed of their attacks.

Immeasurable ghost cries were especially ear-piercing in this silent night. Since they had been discovered, there was no need to hide their identities anymore.

A large piece of skin had been burned off by the holy flame on Boundless's back. Half of his butt was exposed, making him look as wretched as possible. With a twist of his teeth, the purple sword light in Wuliang's hand shone brightly. Countless sword shadows instantly filled the entire alley.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Along with three screams, the three members of the Holy See were instantly killed. Their bodies were covered with deep sword marks that could be seen through their bones.

The remaining two people were all scared silly by Boundless's move. They barely managed to react and turned around to run. Helplessly, the flying sword in Boundless's hand was like the sickle of the grim reaper in the night, silently taking people's lives.

Swoosh! A purple sword light flashed, and two heads were neatly cut off from their necks. They flew away, and blood flew everywhere.

Boom!

Another ray of holy light fell from above.

This time,wuliang was prepared. Without even raising his head, the flying sword in his hand stabbed towards the sky. The flying sword faced the holy light, and the force shot out. The wall of the alley could not withstand the immense force and collapsed.

Wuhua and the others were also harvesting their lives at a very fast speed. Their figures flashed by and would always take away the lives of a member of the Holy Church. At this time, they could not care about hiding their bodies anymore. Miserable screams rose and fell around the obelisk.

Syrah didn't expect that the enemy would be so bold as to touch his door in the middle of the night. He was caught off guard and almost all of his men were killed.

The three Blue Cardinal behind Syrah also took out their Holy Artifact. They didn't dare to take a deep breath, and the miserable screams under the attic sounded as if they had been stabbed in their hearts.

Syrah turned around and looked. "Philip, you stay here and inform the temple to receive you! Bailey,sike, come with me to fight the enemy!"

Philip was the Blue Cardinal in the middle. When he heard Syrah's orders,philip almost knelt down and shouted, Long live God! His heart was inexplicably excited. There were so many people down there. There were so many Blue Cardinal who were no match for him. How could he dare to stand out at this moment?

Now, listening to Syrah's words, he was truly grateful to God. This was the first time he felt that God was so kind and caring to him.

Bailey and Sykes, who were standing on both sides, looked at Philly with envy. Philly puffed up his chest and bowed respectfully. "Yes,lord Bishop Syrah!"

Bailey and Sykes looked like they were ready to die. They followed Syrah and jumped off the stage with a pitiful look on their faces.

At this time, Wuhua and Wutian had almost finished cleaning up. Mo Sheng did not say anything. He suddenly turned his head around. His arms were like rattan dancing wildly. He grabbed the necks of the two clergy and ignored their terrified eyes. "Crack!" The sound of two necks breaking was heard. The two corpses, whose bodies were still warm, fell to the ground.

The three Blue Cardinal at the back had never seen such a god of slaughter. They stepped back in fear. They wanted to escape while no one was paying attention to them.

The dozen or so clergy realized that there were only a few people left, but although these devout clergy were shocked, they still did not retreat half a step. Instead, they faced Mo Sheng and slashed down with the weak Holy Power in their hands.

Mo Sheng did not dodge. His arms were like steel. A dark green light expanded from his arms as if two air bombs had exploded. The rest of the clergy screamed as they were blown away. Their bodies were broken and not a single part of them was intact.

The three Blue Cardinal's faces turned pale. They watched Mo Sheng slowly walk towards them, as if they had seen a god of death waving at them.

They didn't know who it was." With a ghostly cry, they turned around and fled for their lives. The other two didn't dare to fall behind either.

However, before the three of them could run far, three streaks of holy light accurately struck their bodies. It was as if gasoline had been poured onto their bodies, and they were instantly ignited. The milky white holy flame devoured miserable cries, devouring life. It was pure and holy, and instead appeared exceptionally bewitching.