Chapter 130: Unify the Faith!

Ireland?

Is Celtic belief really this pathetic?

Even Ireland has been invaded by the Church’s faith? How could there still be saints of the Church there?

Deng Ken rose solemnly and glanced back at the Crow Queen—Tris.

The Crow Queen—Tris seemed to know something and said softly: “It’s Saint Patrick—he’s one of the saints recognized by the Church.”

Deng Ken still held deep reservations about saints.

Because in Merlin’s

After several days of interaction, Xiu Sulan long knew what Zhao Jie was like—he would never randomly cause the War Demon to be “seriously injured.” The only reason he did this was to stir anger within the War Demon and direct it at the King’s Knights.

She felt her mind go numb, stunned with joy, speechless and frozen in place.

The giant serpent was covered in vivid, multicolored patterns, with a red crest growing atop its head, appearing extraordinarily radiant. Liu Yansong clearly sensed a flow of magical energy within it—clearly, this was a demonic beast that had cultivated supernatural abilities and had certainly developed sentience.

The two unconsciously finished a bottle of red wine; Murong’s cheeks were flushed pink, while Yu Sheng was drunk not by the wine but by the moment—he wrapped his arm around Murong’s shoulder, still recounting his joy at winning Murong’s heart.

Tianqi’s words plunged everyone into thought: a compliant ruler is easy to manage but lacks ability; Haoburongyipeiyangchunengliletayouhuibushouguanjiaoyueshu , this was indeed a dilemma.

“I heard you haven’t eaten yet?” Jin Ling’ao entered, leaning on his cane, his steps heavy.

It seems Han Guang Bing Xin’s profession is the same as Bai Xue’s—an ice-based profession, used in battle to reduce movement speed.

Lin Jieyu admitted: making this decision made her feel terrible. If Qin Tang had treated her so well, how could he possibly let her abandon that thought?

Liu Yansong and He Kaijie remained silent, quickly following the tall man’s steps as the group headed toward a private room nearby.

Zhao Jinxiang had no choice but to act alone with his only remaining “surviving” comrade; a group that had once had a great chance to kill Chu Tianyang had now completely fallen apart.

Jian He lay atop his chest, her face unconsciously drawing closer, so near she could feel their breaths mingling.

They had no choice but to act now—if they didn’t act now, they wouldn’t get even a single bite later. Because demons differ from humans. No matter how much a human cultivates, they remain limited. But demons, once they begin cultivation, inevitably grow larger in their demonic bodies.

Seeing this, Xu Wuyou first froze, then quickly bowed deeply, his demeanor extraordinarily respectful, for this was unmistakably Master Zhongli.

“I did say it,” Zhuang cleared his throat twice, then pretended nothing had happened and turned away.

Since it was random, who knows where Xu Wuyou and the others were teleported to? So for us to catch up would be utterly bizarre.

“No, don’t worry, I’ll escort Director Gu downstairs,” said a Blade Guard, supporting the weak-legged Director Gu as they slowly walked out.

She was Huo Wu, a proper martial artist—her lore was never like this. Demons, gods—none of it had anything to do with her.

“Xuanxuan. I’m not playing with you. I’m trying to explain to you. Do you know? If I don’t stay with Mei Rong, then...” Dongfang Ji was still trying to explain when Xuanxuan cut him off.

“You’re sure you don’t feel anything for me?” came the hoarse voice; his arm around her slender waist tightened without limit, pressing her curvaceous form flush against him, the heat radiating from his body enough to burn her.

Yu Mengmeng leaned Weiqu ly against Ji Mo’s chest, her lips curled upward in a smug smile toward me, and beside her, one hand made an enormous “V” sign.