Chapter 1561 Am I Short of Money?

Chapter 1561 Am I short of money?

Chester sat down opposite Fang Yang: "Mr. Fang, there is an agreement between the East and the West not to interfere in each other's internal affairs. You should be aware of this, right?"

Fang Yang nodded: "Clear."

Chester continued: "If this is the case, why do you still want to seize the Holy Artifacts of the Church of Light, steal the underwater ruins, and rob the Holy Relics of Light?"

Fang Yang showed a half-smiling expression: "It's really amazing. You convicted me of three crimes just after we met? But I'm curious. It's all just your words. You can't just say what you say, right?"

You didn't use the sacred weapon properly, but you used it to do evil and hurt my senior Dongfang master, and in the end you were sealed. If I don't come to collect it, which one of you will dare to collect it?

As for the underwater ruins, it seems that they were originally in the high seas, right? Why does it have to be from the Western world?

The last holy object of light is even more funny. The treasures of heaven and earth have been inhabited by the virtuous since ancient times. I even said that they were magic weapons refined by my seniors in the East! What can you do to me? "

Chester raised his brows, obviously trying to suppress his anger: "Mr. Fang, let's not talk about the sacred objects for now. The sacred objects belong to my Church of Light, right?"

Although Fang Yang can play rogue, he still has to admit this: "That's right!"

"Very good." Chester then asked: "You have also entered the underwater ruins. The things stored there are also closely related to our Church of Light, right?"

Anyone who has ever gone in knows that what is inside is the Light Holy Clothes of the Holy Church of Light! Of course, there is nothing to quibble about: "Right."

Chester's expression softened somewhat: "Thank you for your sincerity. Since these two places are related to our Church of Light, why can't Mr. Fang be more noble?

As long as Mr. Fang is willing to return the sacred artifact and promise not to enter the underwater ruins again, then the Church of Light will treat you as a friend and give you the most generous compensation! "

Fang Yang asked back: "Chester, how much do you think a sacred artifact is worth?"

Chester didn't understand what it meant: "Every sacred artifact is a priceless treasure. Where can anyone sell it?"

Fang Yang then asked: "What about the holy armor of light, which is more noble than the holy weapon? How much is it worth?"

Chester was a little unable to turn around: "Mr. Fang, I don't understand why you ask this. If it were me, even if you gave me all the wealth in the world, I wouldn't change it!"

Fang Yang slapped his hands: "Pah~ That's it, isn't it? You also know that these are priceless treasures, but you still want to exchange them. What do you want to exchange them for? Money? Am I the one who is short of money?"

Only then did Chester realize that Fang Yang was teasing him in circles, and couldn't help but get angry: "So, there is no room for relaxation? I am very sincere!"

Fang Yang tilted his head and looked at Chester: "I'm curious, what is your status in the Church of Light? How much weight does your words have? Will Brat listen to you?"

Chester simply responded: "I'm just an ascetic who has been stationed here for a long time. The last three popes have all practiced by my side. Do you think he will listen to me?"

Fang Yang was startled: "Three popes have practiced beside you? Doesn't that mean they can all be considered your disciples?!"

The Holy Court of Light's spells are special, so each pope's lifespan is very long. On average, he will reign for more than a hundred years!

After such calculation, this humble ascetic monk in front of me is actually an old monster who is at least four or five hundred years old?

Chester himself didn't feel anything at all: "It doesn't matter whether you are a disciple or not. As long as you believe in the God of Light, you can keep your soul pure."

Fang Yang immediately made a stop gesture: "Stop! Don't keep talking about the God of Light. That is your god and has nothing to do with me."

Chester was already irritated by Fang Yang: "How dare you disrespect the gods! You should accept sanctions!"

Fang Yang sneered: "What? You want to take action? I admit that you are strong, but are you really sure you can keep me? Not even Blatter has this ability!"

Chester's aura continued to rise: "Brat is Brat, and I am me. If he could be better than me, he wouldn't practice with me."

Fang Yang was stunned for a moment: "What he said... seems to make sense, but I am speechless!"

"Merciful God of Light, please grant your servants the power to defeat all evil and achieve salvation!"

As Chester chanted the mantra quickly and crossed his palms, a huge cross of light appeared and pressed down on Fang Yang's head!

"Then I want to see how much you weigh and whether you are really that capable! Fudo Ming King Seal!"

How could Fang Yang show weakness? He formed a seal with his hands, and a statue of a majestic Fudo Ming King appeared behind him, which actually looked a bit like Fang Yang!

The statue of Fudo Mingwang, who was sitting behind Fang Yang, stretched out his right palm simultaneously with Fang Yang, and smacked it directly towards the Cross of Light.

"Boom~" After a huge shock wave, Fang Yang stepped back three steps in a row. He looked at Chester again, but his shoulders were shaking slightly and he didn't move.

In their first encounter, it seemed that in terms of absolute strength, Chester was superior. Of course, this does not rule out the fact that Fang Yang's strength is suppressed here. After a full blow, both of them felt confident. Fang Yang judged that Chester was not a little bit stronger than Bratt, and had more fighting experience.

You must know that Bulat's strength is mostly forcibly improved by various equipment bonuses and magical scrolls. But Chester relied entirely on his own ability.

No matter what, since there is no room for negotiation, today will definitely be a fierce battle! This made Fang Yang very depressed. He seemed to have a disaster-prone physique and was constantly in trouble wherever he went.

As his opponent, Chester was determined. In the absence of fighting, I heard a lot of rumors about Fang Yang.

Even under the premise of the Pope's personal expedition, he was still killed by him in a panic. Who dares to be careless? But after this fight, I realized that it was nothing more than that!

Chester can be sure that Fang Yang's true strength cannot even compare to Brat! As for why he was able to win, it was probably the same as why he couldn't beat Blatter, with the help of other things.

"If you only have this ability, I'm really curious, how did Bulat lose to you? Today, let me restore the reputation of the Church of Light!"

Chester felt confident and started singing again. Following his voice, bursts of loud harmonies sung between heaven and earth at the same time. The scene that Fang Yang had seen countless times appeared again.

It's not that he never thought of stepping forward to interrupt, but for some reason, when Chester was singing, there seemed to be an invisible wall around him, keeping him out and unable to get in!

A holy beam of light fell from the sky and completely injected into Chester's body.

It turned out that Chester, who was already as skinny as a stick, seemed to have been given a shot of chicken blood. His body quickly grew taller, his muscles protruded, and his appearance even changed into that of a strong man in his thirties or forties!

Chester reached out with his right hand and grabbed a cross sword from nowhere. With holy light lingering all over his body, he rushed towards Fang Yang.

Fang Yang's strength was greatly suppressed in the Western world. Even if he had the golden eye and accelerated himself ten times, he could only barely resist.

But facing Chester, who is blessed by the power of light, Fang Yang is like a lonely boat traveling on the sea in a storm, and may be swallowed by the ruthless bay at any time!