Chapter 215 The play still needs to be performed

Belief is extremely important for the demon clan. Each member of the demon clan can accelerate its progress with the power of faith in the stage of two wings and four wings. Some special clans can even quickly improve their strength by the power of faith after reaching the four wings. It can be said that the power of faith is the key to improving the strength of the whole group of demons. In recent hundreds of years, the power of faith provided by the Dark Holy See has been greatly reduced, so that hundreds of people are still in the two-wing stage. Once the supply of faith can be restored, they believe that they can advance all the two-winged people to the four wings within ten years.

"Huh! Did you ask the archbishop to solve the problem of faith loss? Han Yue snorted coldly, and her face was covered with frost.

The other three demon elders avoided her eyes when they heard the questioning of Han Yue. Only Elder Samair didn't know it. He asked in surprise, "At that time, if I couldn't find you, I had to find the archbishop." Shouldn't you look for him?"

"If it weren't for the archbishop, how could there be the problem of faith loss? How dare you go to find him? Han Yue asked coldly.

"We can't find anyone else to solve this problem except him, so we can only go to him." Another elder said.

"Ead Elder Abaddon, you won't tell me that you don't know the reason why I disappeared back then?" Han Yue looked at the three elders with colder and colder eyes. Unexpectedly, these old guys knew the reason for their disappearance. Not only did they not settle accounts with the archbishop, but they were so close to him, which really chilled her.

"At that time, some people were at a critical moment of advancement. If they turned against him at that time, the loss to our family would be too great." The last elder whispered that he had persuaded his companions for this reason.

"Eadmiral Mostima, do you also know the importance of the power of faith? But you seem to have forgotten who established the Dark Holy See and provided the power of faith to the demon clan, right? Han Yue glanced at the elder.

Elder Mostima was suddenly speechless. The Dark Holy Court itself was established with the support of Han Yue, and even more because she provided the power of faith to the demon clan. And they only care about drinking water, but forget the real well digger.

"Your Highness, it's really unfair for you to make such a decision at that time, but it's just an equity measure. Afterwards, I will eradicate his family except for the archbishop who dared to plot on you. The female elder said that she was determined to revenge for Han Yue, but she was stopped by the other two elders.

"Ead Elder Lagiana. I appreciate your kindness, but what chills me is the attitude of the people. For the interests of the so-called clan, the individual was easily betrayed in this way. Maybe my death can be exchanged for more interests of the clan. Will you kill me without hesitation at that time? Han Yue sneered at the two elders, Mostima and Abaton, about the interests of the people.

"What! Did Fishy (the name of Han Yue when she was a demon princess) disappeared because of the damn archbishop's plot? And you all know it! Don't tell me?!" Although Elder Samair is grumpy and doesn't like to think, it doesn't mean that he is a fool. The conversation between the four people is very clear. If he can't hear the meaning, he is really a fool.

"Samair, things are not what you think." The elder of Abaddon quickly explained. Samair is extremely strong and is recognized as the second master in the clan. In addition, he admits that once he misunderstands, no one can control him at all when he comes here.

"What's not what I want! You really think I'm a fool!" Elder Samair didn't listen to his explanation at all and pushed Elder Abarton out and pulled his hand away.

"It's not that you need the power of faith to improve your strength. So you hide the fact that Feixi was attacked. Not only are you not going to take revenge, but you don't even let me know, just to be afraid that I will take revenge!" Elder Samair's question made the two of them speechless. In fact, that's what they thought.

"What kind of people are used as an excuse! It's just that you two old people have lived a good life for a long time, and your courage has been worn out. Even Feixi's hatred can be ignored!" Elder Samair came up in anger and pointed to the two people and scolded, "Can't the people live without the power of faith? In the past, we didn't have the power of faith in that era, and we all practiced by ourselves.

"Not to mention Fissy, whoever meets it will be angry!" Elder Samair's voice became louder and louder.

"Fissy, don't worry! I'm going to beat them now to calm you down!" Elder Samair said to Han Yue. With that, he raised his fist and slammed at Elder Mostima.

"Peng!" The door of the quiet room was forcibly opened, but Ling Hao heard several people quarreling in the quiet room for fear that Han Yue would be hurt, so he rushed in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a scene of Elder Samar chasing Elder Mostima with his fist.

"Are you all right? You're not hurt." Ling Hao turned a blind eye to the fight between the two old guys and went straight to Han Yue. When he saw that she was not hurt at all, he was relieved.

"I'm fine, brother. Please stop them and don't let them fight again." Han Yue was worried that someone would be injured, so she hoped that Ling Hao would separate the two old men.

"What the hell is going on? How did they fight? Ling Hao asked strangely. When he first entered the door, he was still doing well, and he fought in less than half a column of incense.

Han Yue briefly described the matter, which made Ling Hao understand the beginning and end of the matter.

Looking at the two chasing people, Ling Hao already had a score in his heart. Elder Samair seems to be a reckless warrior, but his mind is definitely not as rough as his appearance. The two have been chasing each other for a while. Several times they are about to catch each other, and there are always some obstacles or mistakes that make him back. Such performance is completely inconsistent with the strength introduced by Han Yue. And Elder Samair's fist seemed to have been greeting Elder Mostima, but in fact, he had no strength to hit Elder Mostima with his fist. For the strong and famous demon clan, it was like tickling.

From these points, it can be analyzed that in fact, Elder Samair is not as angry as he showed. His current behavior is just to reduce Han Yue's resentment against the demon clan. After all, in this matter, the treatment methods of those elders are really chilling. If the grievances in Han Yue's heart are not solved, the enmity between her and the clan will never be completely resolved.

After confirming his idea, Ling Hao couldn't help but think of a sentence "Jiang is still old and spicy". This sentence has been fully experienced by Elder Samair. His rough appearance and delicate thoughts can't even see through his companions who have been with him for thousands of years. I have to say that he hides it very well.

"Brother, hurry up and separate them, or it will be too late." Seeing that Elder Samair was about to catch up with Elder Mostima again, Han Yue urged anxiously.

"No hurry, I'll wait." Ling Hao was not in a hurry at all, so he was free to watch Elder Samair's vivid performance.

Ling Hao was not in a hurry here, and Elder Samair over there began to be anxious. He has pretended to miss six or seven times. If he misses a few more times, it will not only make sense, but also make him a laughing stock. Originally, when he heard the words, he was about to go down the donkey down the slope when Ling Hao came to persuade him to fight, and it was over. However, Ling Hao's answer surprised him. His old man scolded Ling Hao over and over again, and the play still had to be performed. He had to continue to play the game of officers and soldiers catching robbers with Elder Mostima.

After half a cup of tea, Ling Hao finally took action under the urging of the cold moon. When Ling Hao stood in front of Elder Samair, Elder Samar couldn't help staring at him. This descendant made him run half a cup of tea like a monkey. He has already hated this boy. At this time, when he was sent to the door, the old man raised his hand and punched him.

In the exclamation of the people around him, Elder Samair's iron fist was blocked by Ling Hao's hand. Ling Hao just stepped back and stood firmly.

"How can it be!" Elder Samair looked at the result and opened his mouth wide. He couldn't believe his eyes. Although he didn't do his best to teach him a lesson, at least the attack that reached the level of human swordsman could only push the future life in front of him back one step. This made him unacceptable.

"Are you sure you are human?" The elders of Abaddon beside him were also shocked. He knew the strength of Elder Samair deeply. Ling Hao blocked Samar's attack so easily that he couldn't help asking such a question.

"I'm sure that I'm a human." Ling Hao smiled and took a step back. Elder Samair is worthy of being the second-class demon master. Ling Hao's punch just now was blocked, but in a hurry, he didn't have time to mobilize all his strength. At the time of contact, he had already suffered some small losses. When he was repelled, he only took a step back. As soon as the two compartments were superimposed, he suffered some minor injuries. This injury is nothing to him, but it is the first time since he came to another world that he suffered losses and was injured in a frontal confrontation.

Several demon elders looked at him with the eyes of the monster. If it hadn't been for Ling Hao's appearance that there was no difference from ordinary human beings, and he could not feel the breath of any demons. They will definitely think that Ling Hao is a member of the demon clan.