Chapter 1,123 Can’t Surrender

Ignoring these people, Jiang Bai fought all the way and rushed through the entrance, which was crowded with people at first. Jiang Bai jumped up with Elena, passed through the central garden, and went straight to the main hall inside.

At this moment, a group of people were besieging a huge palace in the central garden, fighting endlessly at the door.

Thousands of people were looking around, holding weapons in hand, but they did not attack, but stayed far away, leaving a spacious enough area in the center for those at the door to fight easily.

One side is full of energy and momentum, while the other side has a gloomy look and is fighting hard.

There are at least seven or eight heavenly masters who are doing their best to surround the four or five masters of the same level and suppress them with multiples.

The few people guarding the main hall were exhausted.

Although he was defeated and covered with injuries, he gritted his teeth and resisted with difficulty.

Among the five masters who resisted, there happened to be one whom Jiang Bai knew, the first-class heroic spirit Gustav.

Although he was very strong, he still felt a little powerless when faced with the siege of two masters of the same level, and his whole body was already scarred.

In the center of the fighting crowd, there was an old man in golden clothes standing there, squinting at the fight in front of him. Behind him were five people in the same clothes, quietly watching the fight in the field.

As for the other side, there are also three people in the same clothes, but these three people also look like they have some scars on their bodies. They should have just experienced some kind of fight. In the center of this group of people stands a man wearing golden armor, showing white thighs and With exquisite curves and long golden hair hanging down the back of her head, she looks like a goddess.

This is Jiang Bai's acquaintance Emma.

She now had a cold expression on her face, her expression was extremely solemn, and there was a trace of bright red blood on her pretty face. Even from a distance, it was hard to tell whether it was hers or someone else's.

"Holy Girl, please stop making unnecessary resistance! You should know that you are no match at all. As long as you are willing to surrender, we can let others live."

Standing there and watching the fight in the field, the old man spoke slowly, looked directly at Emma, ​​and said these words non-committally.

"Norov! You traitor, you are dreaming! His Majesty the Pope's health was not good to begin with. Although his sudden death is a bit unexpected, it is not impossible!"

"According to tradition, the saint will serve as the pope at the same time. She can hold both positions until the gods come up with new decrees. For your own ambition, you actually framed the saint to murder the pope and lead the crowd to rebel. You are simply blameless. amnesty!"

"Once this matter is known to the gods, you will definitely die without a burial place!"

Before Emma could speak, an angel next to him stood up angrily, pointed at the old man's nose and cursed.

Such behavior is unforgivable in his eyes.

"Gods? We are humans, why should we obey the will of the so-called gods?"

"Today, it is no longer the ancient and barbaric era. We have long since opened our eyes and seen the world clearly. We are not the creatures created by them."

"The world we live in was not created by them, and they are not that omniscient and omnipotent. Even... in my opinion, they have moral deficiencies. They are just a group of guys with powerful force. They pretend to be gods and come to enslave us."

"We have endured it for thousands of years, but now, I think it's enough! How many years has it been? One hundred years? Or two hundred years? Or maybe they have cut off contact with us in a more distant era."

"There is more than one family of gods, and we in the Hall of Heroes should not be enslaved by a group of people who can no longer be contacted. Our lives should be decided by ourselves, not a group of so-called gods."

"And you...have long since fallen behind, Meredov, your ideas will eventually be eliminated!"

After saying this, Norov pointed at Emma and said: "Do you really believe that this woman who has been here less than half a year and whose strength is not even as good as a third-class heroic spirit can lead us to a brighter future?"

"No! She can't!"

"Only I, only Norov, can lead everyone to a brighter future. We have ancient heroic spirits in the Hall of Heroes. As long as we make sacrifices, we can invite these real heroic spirits to fight for us."

"We should not huddle on this cold snowfield, we should go south and occupy the warm land."

"Our strength is not much worse than the so-called Holy Holy See. Why can they occupy the fertile land in the south, the center of civilization, while we can only hide here?"

"Surrender, you don't need to struggle anymore. Many people have died in the past two days, and your fighting strength has been exhausted. They are all from the Hall of Valor. As long as you are loyal to me, let me become the new pope and hand over This woman made my daughter a saint.”

"Then, I can still let you go!"

Invite those ancient heroic spirits to go south to compete with the Holy See?

Jiang Bai had to say that this Norov had a big heart.

The Hall of Heroes is huddled on this piece of land, not without reason. Thousands of years ago, they tried to extend their tentacles, but they were hit hard by thunder.

The Holy See is far from being as weak as it appears. They are very powerful, really very powerful. Thinking about how many ascetic monks there are scattered all over the world for thousands of years, it gives people chills.

There is also the unfathomable His Majesty the Pope, who is much better than the Norov in front of him.

His strength is only the Great Heavenly Position. With such power, someone can crush him to death with just one finger.

Jiang Bai was very curious, where did he get the courage to compete with others?

It's not scary to be ambitious. What's scary is overestimating one's abilities. In Jiang Bai's view, this Norov just overestimates one's abilities.

Jiang Bai didn't know how many ancient heroes they had, but if they wanted to invite them out, the price they would have to pay was estimated to be unbearable by the current Hall of Heroes.

Those are a bunch of greedy guys.

So Jiang Bai just sneered at his words.

It's just that he was sneering on one side, but on the other side, someone next to Emma showed an obvious look of hesitation.

Things have developed to this point. Their side is almost exhausted, and there is no need to struggle. If they continue to struggle, they will die, so it is normal for some people to hesitate.

Even Emma herself was a little hesitant. After hesitating for a moment and biting her lip, Emma took a step forward and whispered: "If I choose to surrender, can you promise to let them go?"

"Of course!" A trace of ecstasy flashed across Norov's face.

He knew that he was about to win and was about to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

"No, your maid, Your Highness the Saint, has already left. Maybe she has found the ancient heroic spirits scattered in the snowfield, and the lord will be able to return soon."

"We...we just have to hold on a little longer!"