Chapter 1,232

"Squeak..."

The church door was pushed open.

Unlike the brightly lit church in the past, it was already midnight, and many facilities open to Muggle believers had been closed. Except for the candlesticks, everything returned to its original state.

Owen didn't like the look of St. Peter during the day, which made him feel a little exaggerated.

As the Knight Commander, Owen's greatest enjoyment was a wine cabinet and rum that could be taken at any time.

Naturally, Owen preferred this atmosphere, remained loyal to his faith, and then used the sword in his hand to solve all heresies.

Owen felt that he was more suitable for medieval life. Although there was no TV and no car, he could ride a horse, right?

"Your Excellency the Pope, you are looking for me!" Seeing the Pope standing in the center of the church and looking at the angel sculpture under the light of the candle in the distance, Owen stepped forward quickly.

"Oh, I was wondering when you would come." The Pope suddenly said.

"Sorry, I was delayed on the road for some time." Owen stood with his hand on his sword and bowed.

"I think it must be Taylor," the Pope said, "he probably won't be satisfied with my arrangement."

"So, those creatures are moving again? As far as I know, they have left our control." Owen asked hurriedly.

"Ah, yes, our old rivals are indeed not very peaceful, and it seems that some people don't want us to be so content."

"I don't understand what you mean."

"An old friend of mine, I smell the breath of conspiracy, this is exactly the same as his approach, from the time when he planned a piece of star essence stone more than seventy years ago, he offered me a condition that I couldn't refuse."

"Uh...you mean, Mr. Nicolas Flamel?"

"It's not important." The Pope said, "Do you remember the oracle of God?"

"Oracle?"

"Our old rivals, maybe we really have a chance to glimpse the kingdom of God." The Pope said slowly.

Owen just bowed and waited.

"I need you to do something, just as a small favor for me." The Pope said, "By the way, how long have you not used your holy sword?"

"Thirty years..."

"I hope it has not lost its luster."

"Of course, I promise you!" Owen said, tightly gripping the hilt.

"So, Knight Owen, there are some heretics wandering outside the Holy City. If possible, expel them and save an interesting child." The Pope said.

"Then what? Bring them to the Holy City..."

"Oh, no, don't let him in!" The Pope said firmly, "Just expel those heretics and let him go."

...

"Vatican..."

Fanlin stayed above the Vatican. As soon as he appeared, he immediately felt the pure power constantly washing his body.

A gentle and mellow power, but it was incompatible with him.

This made Fanlin feel very uncomfortable, and even brought him a sense of squeezing.

I don't know if it's the sequelae of continuous apparition, but Fanlin feels like his chest is collapsing.

To be honest, this is terrible.

You have to leave as many traces as possible along the way, and use spells to arouse the anger of those vampires, and then let them chase you madly.

This is indeed a very difficult thing to operate.

Fortunately, there were no new joiners along the way, and his apparition was also skilled enough, and there was no out-of-body experience.

The most dangerous time was probably when he fell off the cliff just after he appeared. At that time, he was almost hit by Terfrey's spell. Fortunately, Fanlin adjusted his state quickly enough and immediately activated the defensive spell stored in the cloak to buy time for the next apparition.

The price was that the valuable magic cloak was completely destroyed.

That was a cloak made of the skin of a Chinese fireball dragon, Fox's tail feathers and the eyes of a sphinx. Fox's feathers were easy to deal with, but the fully mature Chinese fireball dragon and the eyes of a sphinx were really difficult to deal with. These things were too rare, and even if Fanlin inherited Nicolas Flamel's alchemical legacy, there was nothing he could do.

Speaking of which, the source of the destruction of the cloak was still the failed Apparition. The conversion of space divided the cloak into countless pieces.

However, life is more important.

Fanlin hurriedly shook his head. He had to seize the short gap to absorb as much magic power as possible.

However, before Fanlin fell, several unstable space fluctuations appeared not far behind him.

"One no loss, two blood gain!" Fanlin said secretly, and two spells instantly locked the landing point of the Apparition. If it was Trevor...

There are not so many coincidences.

These vampires were too cautious. After Fanlin repeatedly used Apparition to kill three of them by taking advantage of the fluctuations of Apparition, these vampires were like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

It should be said that using a turtle is more suitable.

Two slight explosions came over, but unfortunately, the screams that Fanlin expected did not come.

This made Fanlin a little disappointed, but Fanlin soon sorted out his mood, and he didn't have the strength to run anymore.

If he Apparated a few more times, he would definitely not even have the strength to lift the staff.

No wonder everyone would rather go through the fireplace than use the Apparition method.

By the way, this magic was not originally prepared for humans, right?

Humans are rarely good at space magic. Most of the space compound magic appears in the hands of those big demons. They are strong and can split mountains and shatter rocks. They don’t need wands. They have horns.

Then what about Fox?

Most of the time, Fox is just a red-haired bird.

What about the dignity of the phoenix?

Anyway, most of the time, Fox is a bit innocent. Compared with Hedwig or Piglet, Fox is really obedient, and Fox is much more clingy than Crookshanks.

emmm...

"So, you don't plan to run away anymore!" Trevor's face was cold, which was in line with the consistent image of the old bat in Fanlin's mind.

A monster that has been old for hundreds of years, and he still has to pretend to be elegant and profound, Fanlin feels that he needs to beat him up.

"Well, I feel like vomiting. By the way, are you all okay? I see that you don't look good. How about we take a break and then continue? Of course, if you risk your old arms and legs, I don't mind." (To be continued)