Chapter 258 Deacon in Blue

"This is the deacon in blue from the Black Vatican!" Mu Ningxue quickly recognized the identity of the man in blue. As one of the victims, she had an in-depth understanding of the Black Vatican's information.

Dare to ignore the majesty of the Temple of Freedom, blatantly release high-level magic on the streets, and ignore the life and death of ordinary people. This kind of behavior can only be done by the Black Church.

"You can encounter this kind of lunatic wherever you go."

Mo Fan turned pale, stood up unsteadily, and walked out of the coffee shop. Looking at the wailing deacon in blue on the street, he felt happy in his heart.

"You'd better be careful. The wound has just healed, so it's best not to exercise strenuously." Nanrong Ni stood behind him, looking at his eagerness to try, and quickly reminded him.

This guy suffered such a violent attack, but his internal organs were violently shaken, and his ribs were not broken. He was really a bone, as hard as the stones in the pit.

Mo Fan didn't know that Nanrong Ni was slandering him in his heart, but he just nodded slightly and ignored it. If there was another attack, he should exercise vigorously.

"Don't you have any help?"

Wang Teng stood there, pretending to be watching the deacon in blue wailing on the ground, but his mind was always focused on his surroundings.

The madmen of the Black Holy See are often not alone when they go out. There must be someone to support them, but they don't know how many people are secretly there.

The blue-clothed deacon has been dismembered by him, and the spiritual world has also received two mental punctures from him, so magic can no longer be used for the time being.

What surprised him was that this guy was actually a high-level ice magician. No wonder he was so smooth in the field and had strong control.

It's a pity that a mage who majors in ice dares to play assassin. I don't know what he thinks. Is this because he is too confident in himself?

Just wanting to use the domain plus control and use skills equivalent to the power of high-level magic to deal with them is too much to look down on him.

Wang Teng didn't believe that these guys didn't investigate the situation of the national team before attacking.

But after waiting for a few minutes, no one was seen secretly taking action. Instead, it was the temple mage from the Freedom Temple who rushed over.

"Who dares to openly commit murder on the streets of New York!!!"

This man was wearing black and gold clothes, with a pair of magic wings behind his back. He was hovering at the end of the street not far away, his eyes quickly locked on the wailing deacon in blue, and he flew over.

In the other direction, a mage with wings of wind also rushed over. The magical aura was even stronger, and he arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Pei Li! It's you who is a traitor..." When the mage of Zifeng Temple saw the face of the man lying on the ground, his eyes widened and he shouted in disbelief.

"Mentor, you said he was...the one from many years ago?" the temple mage wearing a winged magic weapon asked in a low voice. After all, this was a scandal in the Temple of Liberty.

The Master of Zifeng Temple ignored him for the time being and looked at these young people. He quickly understood that they were members of the national team.

Not long ago, he watched that game as a witness, but he didn't expect that the guy in front of him who didn't make a move was the ace.

"Hello, I am Kevin, the magic instructor of the Temple of Freedom. Your game is very exciting."

"He is the blue-clad deacon of the Black Vatican, a traitor to the former temple mage. I need to take him back for questioning immediately."

"I will inform the leader of your national team later. This matter has a great impact on our temple mages, and there should be generous rewards."

"Speaking of which, I really appreciate you being able to control him!"

Kevin bowed slightly to Wang Teng, then lifted Pei Li off the ground and asked the intern to carry his limbs, and the two quickly rushed towards the Temple of Freedom.

"This guy is really fast at doing things, and he doesn't know what kind of reward he will get." Mo Fan watched Kevin leave, feeling envious in his heart again.

"Thank you, Old Wang, today is really dangerous."

"Nothing~"

"We'd better find a hotel closer to the Temple of Liberty."

"If this attack fails, there is no guarantee that there will not be another one."

"The way this group of people work is to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals." Wang Teng immediately advised.

"It should be no problem. It seemed like that guy was going after Mo Fan just now. We have no hatred against the Black Vatican." Guan Yu said disdainfully.

"I'm just saying this, you can do whatever you want." Wang Teng smiled faintly, you people love to death, you can do whatever you want, just don't die in front of me.

Lest others say that I have the strength not to take action, and then come to cause trouble, this kind of thing is really possible for people with these aristocratic family backgrounds.

Nan Jue looked at Wang Teng speechlessly. This attitude simply said, stay away from him and don't splash blood on him.

This sense of looming distance couldn't be more obvious. This is because they are all a burden and have no sense of trust in their teammates.

An extremely independent man with a strong sense of self!

Guan Yu also recognized the smell and looked a little ashamed and embarrassed. This was just because he didn't regard him as a human being.

Unlike Mo Fan, if that guy said that, he would definitely ridicule him back, but when faced with what Wang Teng said, it was difficult for him to even think of refuting it.

Wang Teng still had some information that he didn't tell, and that was about the assassin's cultivation. If he told them, this group of people would still be tough, and they would be admired.

According to the plot of the original work, Leng Jue came to work as a thief to steal something. He took a fancy to something collected by the Temple of Freedom and wanted to make a fuss about it.

The goal has not yet been achieved, the tool man under him has been killed, and he doesn't know if the next tool man will appear.

A force like the Black Church has a lot of cannon fodder and is worthless. After years of accumulation, who knows how much it has accumulated.

Except for the cardinal, who is a big shot, everyone below this level is cannon fodder who can be sacrificed at any time.

This tactic of casting a wide net is indeed a headache for major forces, but there is soil for them to survive all over the world.

In the final analysis, it is just the dark side of the power struggle between big shots. If you put on white clothes, you will be a serious person, and if you put on black robes, you will be the Black Church.

If the source is not dealt with, it will never be clean.

"Okay, I think for the sake of safety, the vice-captain's suggestion is very good."

"I don't want to fail and end up with a breakdown in the middle." Jiang Yu saw that the atmosphere was not quite right, and immediately stood up with a smile to ease the atmosphere.

Jiang Shaoxu hesitated to speak, opened her mouth and then closed it again. She felt that Wang Teng was a little too cautious, but with the thought of trust, she suppressed the desire to speak.

"Let's go back. We can't go shopping like this now, and the temple mage will soon announce the results of the interrogation."

"I think it's a good choice to wait to hear from them first."

Nan Jue thought about it and found a reason to support Wang Teng. Mo Fan was still a wounded man, and being together with everyone would provide better safety.