Chapter 735: The Followers Are Shocked, the Trip to the Magic City

"Does the leader want to go to the Demon City in person?"

"When is the leader planning to go?"

Hearing Zhang Zhiwei say that he was going to the Magic City, several immortals were very happy and asked questions quickly.

"No rush!" Zhang Zhiwei said, "ask about the situation first!"

Although he has decided to go, he will not set off immediately. He is the leader of the church, not the nanny of the church.

An excellent leader must be able to improve the abilities of his subordinates and give them the opportunity to give full play to their abilities. How can he do everything himself?

After asking about the situation first, Zhang Zhiwei took out the yin and yang paper and was about to ask, but found that Wang Ai had already sent a message first.

Wang Ai first reported the previous situation and then concluded:

"Senior Brother Zhang, for the failure of this operation, I was impulsive. I have an unshirkable responsibility. I did not investigate the opponent's strength clearly, so I took action rashly, causing the enemy to lose his troops and even myself."

"If it weren't for a critical moment, a big hand suddenly appeared in the sky, attracting the other party's attention and delaying us for a moment, we would be in danger. Now that our people have retreated to a safe place, Senior Brother Zhang doesn't have to worry."

Zhang Zhiwei did not blame him, but responded:

"That hand is mine. The moment the disciples died, I retrieved their souls. Now they are waiting to be transformed into the breeze in the hall. The immortals are also here with me, and they are fine."

When Wang Ai heard the news, he was immediately overjoyed. The Immortal family was not dead. Although the disciples who came out became Qingfeng and lost some people working in the secular world, they turned into reserve forces and could not be considered a big loss.

Moreover, the several disciples who participated in this operation are all very old. Even if they don't die this time, their time will come in a few years and they will become Qingfeng. This time it just advances the process. Just a little, which means that the real casualties in this operation are just a group of snakes, rats, insects and ants.

And these things are the least valuable. With some effort, the immortals can breed another batch in a short time.

Wang Ai's guilt was greatly reduced, and at the same time he admired Zhang Zhiwei more and more.

Thousands of miles away, with just one hand, he was able to cover up his actions, minimize the loss, and save their lives.

Senior Brother Zhang is just like the Tiantong leader in his propaganda.

He told the news to others around him, and his morale, which had been low just now, suddenly rose.

Huang Jiuye slapped the chair and said with great joy: "It turns out that the leader took action. The leader is really a god!"

It was Godou's men who were involved in the accident this time. Now that there was a false alarm, it was naturally happy.

"To seize someone from the hands of that ghost guy in red from thousands of miles away, the strength of the little Heavenly Master is truly incomprehensible." Fire Cloud Evil God said in a low voice.

He had taken a shot from Accardo before, and his broken arm had been repaired with healing talismans. When Zhang Zhiwei left, he left a few for him.

Although Fire Cloud Evil God is a fighting maniac, he often talks about "I just want to beat you to death, or be beaten to death by you."

But in fact, he doesn't want to lose, and he doesn't want to die. If his opponent is obviously stronger than him, he will not run over and challenge him.

Judging from the final burst of energy, he admitted that the ghost guy in red was stronger than him, and he did not want to fight against this kind of enemy.

"That ghost guy is very powerful. If you want to take him down, I'm afraid the Little Heavenly Master will take action!" Fire Cloud Evil God said.

"If even the evil gods can't deal with him, then Senior Brother Zhang will really have to take action!" Wang Ai said.

At this time, Huang Liuye suddenly said: "If the leader comes over, it will not be a big problem to solve that ghost guy. But now, without grasping the basic information of the other party's identity and purpose, we rashly ask the leader to take action. Doesn't it look like we have A little too incompetent?”

Wang Ai paused for a moment. What he said was indeed irrefutable, and it seemed that there was a point.

Hearing this, Huoyun Evil God glanced at Wang Ai, folded his hands and leaned back on the sofa. He was a warrior and not good at words.

Huang Jiuye is also acting as a gourd beside him. Although Wang Ai is not strong, he is the master of the hall after all. His status is the same as it, and he is even more senior than it. It can't afford to have a conflict with him.

But Huang Liuye was different. He was familiar with Wang Ai, and even knew that Wang Ai liked his disciple Guan Shihua. Therefore, he always regarded himself as an elder in front of Wang Ai.

It reminded: "Wang Ai, I think that even if we really need to ask the leader to take action on some things, we should do what we should do."

"For example, report the other party's information, and then tell the leader who this person is, where he comes from, what is the purpose of coming to us, what kind of threat he poses to us, and what good will it do to us if we get rid of him? If we don’t get rid of him, what losses will we have?”

"The leader is our leader after all. Although he has no airs and doesn't care about these rules, we can't care less."

Huang Liuye looked into Wang Ai's eyes and said in a deep voice: "The leader is the leader. Those of us below can report news to the leader, analyze the pros and cons, and even give opinions, but we cannot assign the leader to do things. That is arrogance. Yes, it’s a taboo.”

After hearing this, Wang Ai was stunned for a moment and nodded seriously: "Master Huang, I understand."

Later, he sent a message to Zhang Zhiwei, reviewing the mistakes he had made in this operation again, and making a guarantee to Zhang Zhiwei that he would investigate the information of those two people in the shortest possible time and report it to him. Let him decide what to do next.

Zhang Zhiwei received Wang Ai's message and nodded. Although he had actually decided to go to the Magic City, in any case, Wang Ai's style of dealing with things made him feel quite comfortable.

"Report at any time. After I deal with the matter on the mountain, I will take people to the magic city!"

After Zhang Zhiwei sent this message, he took the souls of several immortals into the space at the entrance of the hall, and immediately turned into a stream of black energy and flew out of the window, turned into a nightingale, flew halfway up the mountain, and stopped on a tree. Stare ahead.

There, under the moonlight, Lu Ci was carrying a hoe that was illuminated brightly, and he hoeed the ground lightly.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhiwei had a thought in his mind and spit out a ball of black Qi. The black Qi fell to the ground and turned into a harpoon, which wandered in the field and came to Lu Ci.

Lu Ci was concentrating on practicing his hoeing skills when he was suddenly disturbed by a hoe. He frowned, spread his legs, and dug into the hoe with a hoe.

Na Yuan twisted her body and ran away from his crotch.

"What the hell?" Lu Ci was shocked. With his own ability, he couldn't hold down a yun. What's going on?

He turned his head and looked over, only to find that the qi turned into a ball of black energy and flew away into the distance.

He followed the trajectory of the black energy and saw Zhang Zhiwei standing on the treetops surrounded by black energy.

Lu Ci let out a long breath: "Senior Brother Zhang, it's you, you scared me!"

"Good practice!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"It's all Senior Brother Zhang's powerful skills." Lu Ci said with a smile.

"How powerful can a hoeing technique be? It just suits you very well." Zhang Zhiwei said: "Erbi, prepare yourself and come to life!"

"What kind of work?"

Lu Ci cheered up. Although they went down the mountain to Changjun not long ago, they only dealt with some living poisonous corpses that time, which was very frustrating.

"There is a situation over there in the Magic City. Fatty needs manpower!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Senior Brother Zhang, when should we set off?"

"I'll ask Master for instructions tomorrow!" After Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, he was wrapped in black energy and turned into a nightingale and left.

Lu Ci also put down the hoe and hurried back to the house to rest. Since he was going out to do work, he naturally had to recharge his batteries.

Later, Zhang Zhiwei notified Lu Jin, Zhang Huaiyi and Tian Jinzhong. These guys were also practicing. They all became excited when they learned that they were going to the Magic City.

Zhang Huaiyi, in particular, was particularly active this time.

Just now, when Zhang Zhiwei came to call him, he was practicing the Godhead Mask. He also wanted to be like Zhang Zhiwei, reaching the third level of the Godhead Mask through acting himself, and then accepting faith and gaining supernatural powers.

The Tiantong Church in the Demon City is the source of his faith.

It can be said that what kind of supernatural powers he can obtain in the future depends on how the believers there believe.

But the key point is that Wang Ai, this damn fat guy, gave him a rubbish priesthood that he liked.

During this time, he has been thinking about how to find an opportunity to go to the magic city and let this guy add some priesthood to him to prepare for his future role as a god.

Zhang Zhiwei's notification just now undoubtedly meant that he would have a pillow when he fell asleep, and he just happened to go and resolve the matter.

Moreover, he can also show his face in front of the believers, show more abilities, and at the same time, gain a good wave of faith power.

"Senior brother, when are we going?" Zhang Huaiyi said enthusiastically.

"What? Are you going to start digging for tolls?" Zhang Zhiwei teased.

"Senior brother is joking. With Fatty Wang here, why should I care about these things?" Zhang Huaiyi scratched his head and said.

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Later, when he saw Zhang Zhiwei was about to leave, he quickly stopped him and asked carefully about how to play himself and condense the third layer of the godhead mask.

When his junior brother asked questions, Zhang Zhiwei naturally gave him advice and told him his experience in detail.

at the same time.

On the other side, the Peace Hotel.

Accardo shot Edward Sassoon's bodyguard to death, frightening everyone, but fortunately the butler intervened to stabilize the situation.

Because the previous battle had messed up the Peace Hotel, Edward contacted the old hotel in Magic City not far away and planned to entertain the Royal Ecclesiastical Knights there.

But Accardo was obviously not in the mood to eat.

He grabbed Edward by the collar, picked him up like a little chicken, and asked with a grin who was the one who took action earlier.

Edward was trembling with fear. How could he answer this question? There were too many enemies in his line of work.

But then, he reacted and said quickly:

"It must have been done by people from the Caoqing Gang and Yongxin Company. They have been rebelling fiercely recently. I was about to eradicate them, but they must have come to my door first."

He didn't know about Tiantong Church.

"Caoqing Gang, Yongxin Company..." Accardo laughed and said: "Come on, take me there, I will kill them all right now!"

But at this moment, a strong wind blew, and dense golden paper flew, suddenly sticking to the wall, and an invisible realm unfolded, covering everyone.

Immediately afterwards, dense blunderbuss swords flew out from nowhere, carrying the sound of biting wind, and shot several of Edward's guards into hedgehogs.

"Boundary?" Accardo left Edward behind and looked around.

The butler Walter glanced at the deceased and said calmly: "The dead are all people who knew black magic. Although I didn't want to, I still bumped into them. It's really tricky!"

Even so, there was no trace of nervousness in his expression, and he looked clearly relaxed and comfortable.

"Da Da Da..."

Heavy footsteps were heard.

"We are the Lord's agents, the spokespersons of God's punishment on earth..."

The person who came out was Father Anderson, who had fought with Zhang Zhiwei before.

He was investigating the empty Trinity Church before, and suddenly heard the huge commotion here, so he followed the sound, but he didn't expect to get a huge harvest.

"The Thirteenth Section of the Vatican's Traitors!" Acardo said calmly.

Father Anderson looked at Acardo and recognized him as a vampire at a glance, and then he looked at the butler Walter next to him.

He didn't know Acardo, but he knew Walter, and there was information about him in the Thirteenth Section.

A Protestant Royal Anglican Knight, and also the butler of the Round Table Knight Helsing.

Father Anderson walked towards the two of them: "Believe in the Lord, bathe in the glory of the Lord, but secretly control the vampires to do things for you."

"Incomplete faith is equal to absolute non-belief!"

"Protestants, including that old bastard Hirsing, are just heretics who violate the will of the Lord. To deal with heretics, they should be killed!"

As he spoke, two gun swords appeared in his hands, forming a short top and long bottom cross shape.

He came here to maintain the majesty of the Church and deal with heretics. Now that he saw a heretic, he would naturally not sit idly by.

"First meeting, Anderson, and then goodbye forever. You kid dared to call my master a bastard, don't think about going back alive from here, I'll kill you!"

Acardo took out the two guns in his hand, superimposed on each other, and formed a long top and short bottom cross shape.

The battle was about to break out, and the two men were not defensive. Anderson's gun sword pierced Akado's chest, and Akado fired several shots at Anderson's eyes with a large-caliber pistol, knocking him out.

"Joker!" Akado pulled out the gun sword on his chest and grinned.

But at this time, Anderson reappeared unscathed, and the two gun swords pierced his body again.

"Huh?"

Akado turned back in surprise, then picked up the powerful gun-like pistol and fired at Anderson.

But Anderson ignored the attack, and moved forward against the bullets, firing dense gun swords like rain, nailing Akado to the wall. The attachment on the gun sword glowed, forming a seal, blocking Akado's actions.

Even though his body was covered with muskets and swords, Akado still grinned: "What a tough body, and the ability to regenerate itself!"

"Right!"

Anderson grinned and sneered, and slashed with his sword, leaving a clear blood mark on Akado's neck.

A grinning head slowly fell to the ground.