Chapter 302 6.50 Francis in Action (2)

Life is full of cause and effect.

10 years ago, when the thirsty Bishop Francis crawled in the tunnel, he was eager to bring the fallen woman into his room.

He never thought that these secret passages used to solve the problem of the lower body would become his hiding place when he was gathering information.

More than a month of survival in the wild made his huge body shrink rapidly. Under the cover of night, he came to the entrance of the passage outside Lindisfarne Monastery and crawled into the monastery like a mouse.

At this time, he was hiding in the gap between two walls, observing the chapel on the other side through a narrow wall crack.

When the first picture came into his pupils, Bishop Francis immediately knew that he had not made a mistake in this journey of seeking death.

There is a bigger mystery behind the Viking King.

Because he was kneeling respectfully in front of a black-robed figure at this time.

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Night fell, and only a brazier was burning in the empty chapel. The shadowy firelight reflected the familiar face of the "master", but the difference today was that he did not wear the mask that was almost always on his face.

He showed a cold face.

He did not wear any human skin.

However, Bishop Francis could not see it at this time, because the man happened to have his back to the wall. At this time, he could only hear a gloomy and hoarse English.

"Master, you are finally back?"

"Yes" the master's low and magnetic voice, "Recently, it has been a turbulent time."

Hearing this, Ivar's shoulders could not help but tremble slightly, which was a subconscious action that the human body would make under extreme fear.

Bishop Francis could not imagine that the Viking king who was invincible under his command would be so afraid of a lonely stranger.

Or

This is not a "person"?

Holding his breath, the old bishop in the crack of the wall did not even dare to breathe. He knew that he had obtained extraordinary information tonight!

This information may be even more important than Duke Loki's invasion!

"Recently, I was not in this plane. I entered the 'Land of God' to try to find clues about the existence of the Lord of Light."

"I didn't expect that in just two years, the sleeping Leviathan was blown up!"

"Most of the 'specimens' preserved in Night City sank to the bottom of the sea with its corpse, and a small part stared at the severe cold and dug a tunnel and successfully escaped into the sea.

200 million years ago, when my people and Leviathan escaped from the 'Barrier of Light', even the powerful Lord of Light could not find our traces in this world!

The accumulation of millions of years of the 12th Sect Master was all destroyed, and all of this started with this greedy thing with no eyes!"

After speaking, the Sect Master stretched out a strong arm, and with a strange twist in the air, a black portal appeared out of thin air.

With a pull, he pulled out a bloody figure from the portal.

If Loki was here, he would definitely recognize this person!

Because this is the low-key gatekeeper who killed everyone in the "Izumo Trading Company" in Yorkshire!

"This greedy and stupid Donglu bastard traded a notebook of a Tang adventurer as a "world map" to Wade's disciple."

"If it was just an ordinary Viking, it would be fine, but this Viking borrowed the luck from nowhere!

Not only did he kill Wade and enter the City of Sunken Water to get the inheritance of the "Blood Creator", he also found the Holy Bishop Chosen One who knew how to read the relics of the saints, and successfully found the hiding place of Leviathan!

And all of this was done under your supervision!

If there is an eternal sinner in the Illuminati, this beast accounts for 90%, and you are definitely not unrelated!"

In fear, Ivar wanted to argue a few words, but he opened his mouth and said nothing in the end.

The Viking King knew very well that everything he had gained in the first half of his life, whether it was the mass production of the Chosen Ones of Valhalla 8 with the help of the Holy Mountain, or the covenant between entering Asgard and the Guardian of the Portal.

All of this was accomplished with the help of the "Illuminati".

Only a small number of people in the world knew about the existence of the Illuminati, and Ivar happened to be one of them. He deeply understood that this secret society that had long been behind the scenes to control the direction of the world was so powerful that mortals could not defeat it at all.

Therefore, he did not dare to resist the questioning of the "master".

He did not even dare to make the most basic "explanation".

"The Holy Mountain was captured by him, and the key to the portal to Asgard fell into his hands!

As a member of the Illuminati, you are really excellent, even so excellent that I am quite worried!

If I hadn't personally introduced you to the society, I would even suspect that you were a spy from the "Freemasonry"! "

Ivar, who was arrogant in front of others, turned pale. In the cool early spring wind, beads of sweat began to drip from his cheeks.

"Sir, please give me another chance, I will definitely kill this thief and take back the Asgard portal."

The leader looked at the Viking king who was kneeling on the ground, was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

He had made up his mind,

"The length and width of the Asgard portal key is only 5 cm. If you really push him to the limit, he will throw the portal key into the sea, and the Illuminati will never be able to enter Asgard in ten thousand years!"

"Ivar, you are one of the few smart people among the Vikings. For more than 20 years, you have worked hard to manage the Holy Mountain and helped my people enter Asgard to develop potions. You have made contributions to my people.

If you have any last words, you can say them now."

The Viking king knew that this sentence would come sooner or later. But when he really heard it, he still felt deeply humiliated.

(The whole thing was caused by Loki, what does it have to do with me!)

(I rule my people, can I monitor the details of what the village chief of a broken village is busy with every day?)

At this moment, the anger from the bottom of his heart suddenly occupied his emotions.

In the Illuminati, his status is not high. But in Scandinavia, he is the king of the Vikings after all.

The blood flowing in his body still belonged to Olaf, the "Bloody Conqueror".

He would never be willing to die like this.

He looked at the master viciously, and when he noticed that he was facing away from him, Ivar unsheathed the saber-toothed blade hanging from his waist without leaving a trace. In the flash of lightning, he used the power of "Storm Summoner" to coat the bone blade with a layer of fine lightning.

However, just when he was about to pierce the back of the "master",

he heard a scornful laugh.

The master turned his head, and the slightly raised corner of his mouth reminded him that he was facing one of the 12 masters of the Illuminati, the real ruler of the Western Continent - "Lord of the Sea" Mutu.

Ivar wanted to pull out the arrow-toothed leopard fang beside him, but his fingers just moved a centimeter, and Mutu lightly snapped his fingers.

He immediately fell to the ground silently like a bag of rice that lost its support.

"He is a good man and very loyal."

"But we have to admit that we are once again standing in the middle of a huge change. Ivar's ability is no longer enough to calm this incident."

"Black Shark"

"You have been with him for quite a while. You can complete the remaining tasks."

A bent figure walked out of the shadow of the chapel. Because the distance was too far, Bishop Francis could not see his face clearly. But as he walked to Ivar's silent body, the man stretched out his hands and put them behind his head, and a whole piece of human skin was peeled off from his body!

The dim light of the brazier reflected a green figure stained with blood.

A lizard man appeared in front of the old bishop.

Before going to the Scandinavian Peninsula, Bishop Francis had not seen much of the world. In terms of vision, he was not as good as Jerome, who had traveled around the world with his mentor.

In terms of courage, he was not a ranger at all.

When such a horrible and bizarre scene happened in front of him, although he tried his best to hold his breath, the narrow crack in the wall could not withstand the slightest tremor of his huge body.

Hearing a sound from the wall behind him, Black Shark turned his head.

He pulled up the cross of the chapel and smashed it hard against the fragile brick wall!

A large number of bricks fell in front of him with smoke and dust.

In the empty cracks in the wall, several mice injured by broken bricks were struggling to death.