Chapter 573 Meeting of the Senate

Aken made a gesture to let Zhang Fan's green wings hide, and he swaggered over. Hey - I said..."

As soon as the two guards saw an outsider breaking in, they immediately picked up their weapons and rushed over.

"Damn, I didn't even say hello..." Before Aken could make fun of it, the other party killed him. He was so scared that he wiped his head and ran away. He turned around and hid behind a bush.

These guards no longer have the IQ of their lives, but are blindly obsessed with defending the foolishness of the consul, or being brainwashed by the ghosts they guard in this senate, and they are chasing outsiders to the end. When the first one rushed through the corner, Zhang Fan's green wing did not do anything, and the second one then rushed over...

Just for a moment, Zhang Fan's green wing took action and jumped out of the hiding place. Zhang Fan's long cone pierced the waist of the 'fascist' guard, and the sharp sword of the green wing pierced its neck from the side...

On the other side, Aken shouted that he was blown away. But the lightning damage on his dagger also made his opponent freeze there and run around with electric arcs all over. Green Wing chased after him and cut off the guard's neck with a sword. Looking back at Akan, who was lying on four feet in a pile of weeds, motionless and even his eyes froze.

Five seconds later, Aken shouted, "I! ...Wow--, I'm suffothed! Why did you kill it? I'd like to see who can move first!" Aken waved a dagger and looked very unconvinced.

But these 'fascist' guards make you stiff as soon as they touch them. They are really helpless. If they are a little more than four, the three will never be hostile. Because then there will inevitably be the death of teammates! No wonder, although those giant rotting monsters are powerful, they have no power to fight back. That's why.

The three took a short break, adjusted their state and continued to move forward.

Through the wide garden, there are no more monsters. In front of us is a large ochre house, nearly 20 meters high. Under the huge triangular roof, three large glass windows are closed. The three-meter-high iron gate below is also closed. More than ten steps leading to the gate are covered with moss. There are several broken stone sculptures next to the steps, some of which are only stone bases, and several crooked tombstones...

Zhang Fan and the other three walked around the big house outside and didn't find anything, just like an ordinary monument. If the sky hadn't been burning, it would have made people feel like returning to the real world.

Aken went up to the steps and came to the crack of the door to look inside. It was dark and gloomy outside.

"There seems to be nothing..." Aken pushed the door and didn't seem to be locked. He pushed the iron door in...

"be careful!" Green Wing Zhang Fan was worried that he would be attacked and rushed up.

The big iron gate was pushed open by Aken's laboriously to allow one person to pass through the crack of the door, and a cloudy wind rushed out with a great musty smell and almost choked the three people. Aken squeezed into the crack of the door, and Green Wing Zhang Fan immediately followed in...

This is a hall, which looks very wide. Just as the three of them wanted to enter the hall to explore carefully, suddenly...

The hall is bright! Dozens of torches were lit on the surrounding marble pillars, illuminating the hall brightly!

This is a large conference hall, with round wooden row conference seats arranged in circles along the steps. In the center is a large pulpit with a copper brazier, and the blue flames burning in it are very soft.

Aken and the three were shocked and put the weapons across their chests, defending each other's back to back against each other's comrades-in-arms. Hold your breath. It's so weird here. If there are no ghosts, there are ghosts.

Aken secretly looked at the iron gate and was not closed like in the ghost film, which made him breathe a sigh of relief. But on the other hand, in front of Zhang Fan, in the copper basin in front of the pulpit, the blue flame suddenly rose, and a blue-gray light flew out and fell into the rows of seats. A gray-blue ghost appeared. It was an old man in a short-sleeved white robe with a purple striped cloth on his right shoulder.

The three were shocked and had not yet recovered. In the three-foot-high blue flame in the copper basin, a gray-blue light spewed out and flew into the seat, still the same dressed elder with different faces. Then, the flame spewed faster and faster, and nearly a hundred ghosts were sprayed on the seats, all of whom were almost dressed elders. But they are all illusory ghosts...

"The Senate!" A word came out of Zhang Fan Aken's heart.

At the end, three orange fireballs flew out of the brazier and settled down on the pulpit. They were three robes with a light armor and a headdress of metal olive leaves on their heads, and their bodies were clear, like physical elders. As soon as they appeared, those senior ghosts whispered to each other on the seats below...

The elders on the pulpit seemed to be the Roman consul who led these elders and 'fascist' warriors. One of the consuls stood up, raised his hand and pressed it, and the hall immediately calmed down. Then he announced something loudly, as if to start discussing something...

For a while, Zhang Fan and the three of them were in a defensive posture, but they were put aside by these ghosts and were a little overwhelmed. But they also did not dare to move, because dozens of 'fascist' guards appeared around the hall and on the pulpit, holding bloody 'fascist' tomahawks, standing upright, and ignored the three uninvited guests.

Although the three are still in the effect of the invisibility, no one believes that these super spiritual ghosts will not see them. But the three still maintained that posture and dared not move. They were afraid that if they moved, it would cause these ghosts to attack.

But these ghosts held a serious meeting. The three consul-dressed elders on the stage issued an issue, and the elders below stood up and spoke one by one, either humorous, or excited, laughing from time to time, and "woo--" voices of approval, or booing disagreeing. Sound. The scene was very warm, just like the real ancient Roman parliament. If it is in the scene, this may be a good experience, but now it's too much!

This will be so long. Maybe they can discuss a topic for a hundred years. Akan's head sweat dripped, because the stealth effect was about to disappear. At that time, these ghosts couldn't pretend not to see. Or those 'fascist' guards can't look at the three outsiders and be indifferent.

"It's really a boring group of ghosts. I'd rather they all rush over..." Aken muttered.

Zhang Fan looked at the heated discussion of these ghosts, as if there were really a national event. He saw the golden buckles on the shoulders of these elders shining. His heart moved, so he said to Akan, "Give me that gold belt..."