Chapter 167: Kill the Young Master First... Ahem, Kill the Magic Monk First
"What do you want us to do?"
"You can just come out for a stroll when necessary. Of course, if the law enforcement team or anyone else tries to arrest you, I'm sure you won't let them catch you, right?"
"Humph, you want us to draw fire? Then what's the reward? Harsh conditions must be matched with corresponding rewards."
"How about a monastic order under ? I will let you choose a territory among the countries that believe in the Glorious Church as your place of propagation."
As soon as these words came out, both the magic monk and Mo Cheng opened their eyes suddenly. The former did not expect the other party to offer such generous conditions.
Mo Cheng was a mixture of surprise and helplessness. He was surprised that since the Inquisition would find the mana monk and write such a blank check, it meant that although they had power in Fairhaven, it should not be much.
Unfortunately, even though there are not many people in the Inquisition in Fairhaven, it is still a challenge with zero tolerance for error for him.
If they win, they can keep their property. If they lose, they will really [cover their property]. Given the style of the Inquisition, they will definitely not spare the lives of those people in the Albert House.
"The conditions you offer lack any sincerity." A power different from that of this continent began to surge around the magic monk. The dark mandala was like a wild beast hiding in the dark, which could pounce at any time and bite and kill these people from the Inquisition.
If the monk had not been concerned about other people from the Inquisition hiding in the dark, and if he had not felt the breath of death following him from the beginning, the people from the Inquisition in front of him would probably have died by now.
The mana monk was undoubtedly seriously injured and extremely weak, and Captain Hardy, who led the team, was also a seventh-level strong man.
But there are differences among the strong men of the same level. The right hand of the magic monk, which had not moved, slightly clasped something and said, "I have received your invitation. Let the person behind you talk to me. You are not qualified."
He had already seen that although the person leading the team was also a seventh-level strong man, his identity was just a captain who ran errands.
No matter in terms of strength or status, he is not qualified to negotiate with the magical monk.
Captain Hardy had a polite smile on his face, but it was a fake smile. His fingers kept stretching out, and it was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with the words of the magic monk.
But no matter how much Hardy complained, it was of no use. The darkness in the corner kept wriggling, and Fujitani gently placed his hand on the hilt of the knife.
At the same time, the Kong Ling people near the house were also secretly aiming at the vital points of several people from the Inquisition. Whether in terms of numbers or strength, Hardy's team was at a disadvantage.
"Then I will take your words to you, and hope to see you again next time."
Staying would undoubtedly only lead to humiliation, so Captain Hardy decisively turned around and left with his men.
After Captain Hardy and the others left, the mana monk slowly asked, "Fujiya, what do you think?"
"Proud, arrogant, overconfident, overly proud of his own status." Fujiya's expression went straight to the point, "That captain reminds me of some Chinese who only rely on the power of their fathers."
"He should be of high status, and he has a lot of life-saving items in his hands. I am not confident enough to keep him now."
"Master, do we really want to cooperate with them?"
"Of course. Cooperation with the nobles is cooperation, and cooperation with the Inquisition is also cooperation. For us, the standard of cooperation is whether the other party is strong enough and whether they can give us what we want. The rest are trivial matters, insignificant trivial matters."
As he spoke, the magic monk stretched out his finger and took back the [Dark Mandala]. Given his current injuries and physical strength, it was not suitable for him to release this move for too long.
"By the way, what happened to the ninja who was attacked?"
"I have already stopped the bleeding, and I have also brought back the refined blood beads."
Fujitani respectfully presented a blood-colored bead. The monk took it and looked at it. He was a little dissatisfied with the blood bead full of impurities, but he still swallowed it.
"Poor quality vitality, but this is all I can collect for now."
Not only are the monk and his companions currently wanted, but if they want to collect human blood, they can only send ninjas to secretly capture and kill a few wanderers.
After taking the blood bead, the mana monk's complexion looked much better, and his five senses gradually regained their former sharpness. He waved his hand to create a small airflow and waved away a mosquito that wanted to fly over.
Um?
mosquito?
The magic monk reacted immediately. The residual aura of the [Dark Mandala] that had just been released here made it impossible for mosquitoes, or even larger creatures like sparrows and crows, to get close. Once they got close, they would die suddenly.
Realizing that something was wrong, the mana monk immediately summoned endless darkness containing prayers and whispers, but the pure and powerful holy light formed a long stick and chopped down on the mana monk's head.
As the holy light appeared, it was as if a force of pure violence rushed in, making it impossible for any other [impurities] to remain in this space. Everything in front of this light would be equally destroyed.
This light has this power, and it has this power to destroy everything that it dislikes!
Seeing that the long stick was about to hit the magic monk first, Fujitani flew over and pushed the magic monk away, using his body as a shield to block the attack.
Tear!
There was the sound of cloth tearing. The long stick condensed by the holy light had a sharpness that blunt weapons did not have. Even though Fujitani was not a weakling, his body was cut in half by the holy light stick like cloth.
"It's so touching, but it's a pity that he still has to... die!"
Without stopping his mouth or movements, Mo Cheng flicked his wrist and attacked the magic monk with the long stick again, but the magic monk was already ready at this time. The boundless darkness enveloped everything, and Rikono's secret [Dark Mandala] completely erupted with its due power.
The nothingness, darkness, and the endless sound of chanting are taken from the darkness when life is first born and sleeping in the mother's womb. This is not only an alien space, but also a barrier, and even a millstone used to imprison and kill enemies.
The magic monk used all his strength to activate the [Dark Mandala], trying to completely wipe out the attacking enemy. The previous blow made the magic monk feel the crisis of death.
The other party must be killed!
Just as the mana monk tried to maximize the power of [Dark Mandala] despite his injuries, a long holy light stick pierced through the mana monk's chest from behind, and then with a flash of cold light, the mana monk's head was torn off.
Mo Cheng walked out from behind the magical monk, skillfully sprinkled lime on the head, and then wrapped it up.
Then he looked at the clone that was swallowed by the Dark Mandala and was walking out in a panic and smiled, "Luckily I kept a trick up my sleeve, otherwise I would have had a lot of headaches."
Then the two of them started from two places respectively and [cleaned up] all the people in the nearby Rikono. Except for the heads that did not leave any traces, the bodies and the entire house were burned directly.
"Next, it's the people from the Inquisition!"
