32-Black Abraham

Chapter 32 - Black Bishop Abraham

A team of knights composed of dozens of big men in golden armor quickly walked through the dense primitive forest, and the bumpy mountain road full of thorns could not stop them from moving forward quickly. Through the thorns all the way, there is a fearless exonet spirit of God blocking and killing the Buddha.

And this fast-running team is composed of the Golden Knight of the Holy See of Light and the branch of the Anting Kingdom. The leader is Abraham, the black-dressed archbishop of the ruling house. The ultimate purpose of their trip is to seize Mo Fan, the originator of Anting's 'altar tragedy'.

In the hands of Abraham, the black archbishop, who was on his way, there was also an obscene man less than three feet tall but with a three-foot-long tail. And this man is the Delaney, who left Mofan and Andre in the flame nest and ran alone, a legendary strongman who dreamed of becoming a great and omnipotent legend, but in fact, he is an extremely sad night assassin Pilates who can never beat the third-order cultivation.

Since Mo Fan encountered Alan in the dark cage of the flame nest, Pilates took advantage of Mo Fan's unpreparedness to slip away and rushed to the kingdom of Anting. In order to get a huge bounty and to retaliate against the inhuman abuse given by someone, it took several hours, nearly a hundred miles away, and Pilates was completed in just two hours.

Since the Holy Lady of Light had just arrived in the Kingdom of Anting, after receiving the information from Pilates, Abraham, the archbishop of the Order, had no choice but to join the team chasing Mofan in order to please the saint. As the only person who knew Mo Fan's whereabouts, the night assassin Pilates naturally became a guide.

Under the leadership of Pilates, Abraham and dozens of church knights kept rushing to the Flame Rift and successfully entered the dark cage thousands of meters underground, but the scene that appeared in front of Abraham was not what someone provided information said, one dead and one injured. Not to mention Mo Fan's body, even the seriously injured Andre is missing.

"They must have fallen into the magma and have no bones left." Pilates's defense in a hurry could not be believed by Abraham.

Seeing such a scene and hearing such a clumsy lie, Abraham was so angry that he casually hit Pilates, who lied about the information, into a serious injury as a punishment. Then he led the team to continue to search and vowed not to stop until his goal. Soon the careful knights found some traces of blood dripping.

With some blood stains remaining on the ground, the knights from the Holy See branch quickly left the flame nest, found a remote and quiet path in the Flame Rift Valley, and thus entered a rare primitive forest, in which they searched for the murderer Mo Fan.

After living through the virgin forest for a long time, he still failed to find Mo Fan's whereabouts, which challenged Abraham's patience as the black bishop. At this time, Pilates, as an intelligence agent, suddenly stopped and fell on the rugged mountain road.

Looking at Pilates pretending to be dead, Abraham couldn't wait to kill him with fire, but only he knew the true face of the murderer. He could only temporarily suppress his anger and mention this obscene assassin who got a bargain and walked through the dense forest.

After wandering through the dense primitive forest for a long time, the towering trees can be seen everywhere, but there is no trace of the 'murderer'. After crossing it for a long time, Abraham, the black archbishop lost the last clue, and the red blood stains that served as a guide disappeared.

The 'pointer' that leads the way has disappeared, and nothing will make Abraham feel more angry than this. He feels that he has been teased like a monkey now. And what I suffered today is entirely caused by the damn intelligence transmitter.

At this moment, the mood of the black archbishop is like a helpless prostitute who met a beautiful woman and took off his clothes excitedly, but suddenly found himself withered and could not continue some of the things he loved to do. That kind of loss, which can even be described as despair, will not be experienced by people who have not experienced it.

"Damn bastard, where's the man!" Looking at Pilates, who still pretended to be dead in his hand, Abraham, who was quite angry, threw it out without hesitation and said viciously to the guy who seemed to be playing himself as a monkey, "You are impatient to live! If you can't find the whereabouts of the boy today, the bishop will arrest you as his party and let you experience the burning punishment.

Hearing Abraham's words, Pilates, who fell to the ground, could not care about the pain on his body and hurriedly got up from the ground. Then the guy who landed on his limbs and frowned suddenly lay on the ground like a puppy, making a "crying" sound in his nose and smelling Mo Fan on the ground.

Looking at Pilates's dog-like and frightened and obedient performance, the corners of Abraham's mouth couldn't help but show a very obvious smile of contempt and mocking, and one foot stepped on his back fiercely, with a ferocious face and said gloomily, "Dog, you have smelled this bishop carefully. . As long as we can catch the lifeless boy, the bones are big. But if you can't find it, you son of a bitch, ask for more blessings! Humph..."

Listening to the words of Archbishop Abraham in Black, Pilates, who was lying on the ground, dared not take it lightly. He was also extremely regretful of what he was facing now. If time can turn around, he will never foolishly run back to the church to report the news. Damn it! Not only did he not get the bounty, but he also provoked a lot of coquettishness. Now he was trampled by Abraham when the dog called here.

"If I had known it would have happened like this, I might as well have gone back to the Assassin Union directly. I also saved from following this group of evil | pen running around and being beaten by an inhumane group. What on earth is I going to do!!!" Although he was extremely entangled, Pilates looked flattered and reluctantly squeezed out a smile. He really sniffed on the ground like a dog, crawled forward, and did not dare to show his thoughts.

Especially after experiencing Abraham's beating education, Pilates has already taught himself very well. Even from the moment he was trampled on his back, he even missed it cheaply. The days when he followed Mo Fan as a slave were not a happy time.

Although they were also beaten with the experience of the two, one was a desperate greeting, and the other was just to teach a lesson. Which was more important, Pilates still had a clear score in his heart. It's just too late to think about these things now. Not to mention whether Mo Fan will forgive him or not, Abraham has to say whether he can get through this or not.

I have to say that the sense of smell of Pilates crawling on the ground like a dog is indeed very sharp. During the period of careful searching on the ground, he quickly smelled the unique smell that only Andrea could have. And quickly found the right direction, crawled quickly like a dog, and the knights behind him followed him forward.

Under the clear leadership of the Pilates dog's nose, the implementation of a group of dozens of knights gradually accelerated. About half an hour later, they followed Mo Fan, who ran away with Andre. However, when the knight team found Mo Fan, they only found him alone, and Andre, who was seriously injured, disappeared.

After the knights like facing the big enemy surrounded Mo Fan alone, Abraham, the leader of the team, the black archbishop, appeared and grabbed Pilates without looking back to steal Pilates.

Looking at Mo Fan in the array, Abraham with a calm face, grabbed Pilates' neck, picked him up, pointed to someone surrounded in the array, and said calmly, "Is it him?"

He was caught in the neck and lifted by Abraham. Pilates, who was going to sneak away, saw that he could not escape, so he had to swallow his saliva and looked at the corners of his mouth slightly crooked, Mo Fan with an evil smile on his face, and then nodded weakly like a completely witherened rooster, as if he could not hear it. The voice said, "Yes."

"It's good! There is nothing wrong with you here. You can take a rest for a while!" Abraham, the black archbishop, nodded, crushed Pilates' neck, and then threw it out like garbage, allowing him to spill blood from his mouth and nose, fall to the ground and cover his neck in pain and roll...

Looking at the painful rolling of Pilates on the ground with his throat like killing a chicken, Abraham's face turned sickly red. For a bible beast wearing the mask of hypocrisy and has not seen blood for a long time, and has not been so cool for a long time, what can be more exciting than the smell of blood?

"Tut... The smell of blood is really fascinating!" He gently licked a few drops of bright red blood splashed on the back of his hand. Abraham, with his cheeks morbidly red, nodded with great satisfaction, and then squirmed at the corners of his mouth and closed his eyes to enjoy the good taste of blood.

With a reluctant face and swallowing the blood in his mouth, Abraham turned his head, showed a ferocious smile, and waved his hand to Mo Fan, who was surrounded by the knights in the center: "He destroyed the white robe sacrificial group on the Anting altar and killed Lawrence, the captain of our second-order knights, making this bishop lost in front of his colleagues. The heresy of dignity. Let me taste the blood on your body today, will it be sweeter?

"Really?" Mo Fan looked at the knights surrounded by him, expressionless and said fearlessly, "But it is not certain who will die and who will live!"

Seeing that the knights surrounding Mo Fan did not do anything, Abraham couldn't help roaring: "What are you still doing? Are you waiting for me to do it yourself?"