Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 1289 Demon God vs. Follower of the Lord, Who Will Win?

"Da Bao said in a sinister tone."

"Did you see that head just now? He thought he was tough, just like you, and that I wouldn't dare kill him. But even after I slowly cut off his head, his eyes still showed disbelief."

Do you think you're the only one who knows where my sister is? I'm just giving you a chance to live.

Black Widow swallowed hard and said in a hoarse voice.

"Do you know who the person you just killed was? His name was Galatasaray, the leader of an Albanian gang. You've really gotten yourself into big trouble this time. Countless people will seek revenge on you. Take my advice: stop looking for that girl and run away as fast as you can. Run away from France and escape from Europe."

Galatasaray?

Da Bao chuckled.

"He's nobody. I just blew up his lair. Do you think I'd be afraid of their revenge?"

Black Widow shuddered upon hearing this, truly terrified. She had just received a phone call saying that someone had broken into the Albanian stronghold, killed everyone inside, and then blew up the building.

Galatasaray was frightened, which is why he didn't leave immediately. Little did he know that if he had left, nothing would have happened; instead, he ended up with a mutilated corpse.

Da Bao decided not to argue with her anymore. He tightened his grip on the knife slightly and spoke slowly.

"Don't be afraid, it'll only hurt for a moment. Just bear with it and it will pass quickly."

Black Widow was in excruciating pain in her neck, which terrified her, and she screamed.

"Notre Dame, the girl is in Notre Dame. Archbishop John ordered me to arrest her. Archbishop John said that Cardinal Drenza, who came from the Vatican, likes pretty little girls."

He wanted to snatch the little girl and give her to Drensa the last time he saw her, so after Drensa arrived, he ordered me to do it. Half an hour ago, I sent her to Notre Dame.

Da Bao could no longer contain his rage. These beasts in human form all had to die. He decided to show no mercy. As his knife slashed down, countless grenades flew out of the air.

Da Bao, carrying Black Widow's head, entered the space. Grenades exploded repeatedly on the head of the man in black, who screamed and fell to the ground. Suddenly, the entire building shook and began to collapse from the fourth floor upwards.

Minutes later, the four-star hotel was completely reduced to ruins. Dust filled the entire block as people fled. It wasn't until an hour and forty minutes later that the police and firefighters slowly arrived and began rescuing people from the rubble.

But none of this mattered to Da Bao. He had already left. Standing on the banks of the Seine, looking at Notre Dame Cathedral in the distance, his teeth grinding together, he then leaped towards the cathedral...

At this moment, Archbishop John, along with the cardinal from the Vatican and eight knights of the Order of the Knights, were celebrating Mass, reciting scriptures.

The believers below the steps kept making the sign of the cross on their foreheads, lips, and chests, signifying that they would forever keep the Lord's words in their hearts.

Drensa was itching to ask, and he whispered to John.

Is that girl really that pretty?

John said with a smile.

"Don't worry, that girl is not only beautiful, but she is also the daughter of Princess Sofia, a mixed-race girl of East Asian descent. I have never seen such a beautiful girl. I even think she is the incarnation of Athena."

Drenza's eyes and brows opened up, and he was so happy that his white beard trembled. As he got older, his favorite thing was to conquer. He could no longer lift a longsword or conquer those female believers, so he had to extend his claws to young children. Only in this way could he feel that he was still alive.

Drenza glanced at John and nodded in satisfaction. This man was truly remarkable; it was worth recommending John to the Pope for the position of archbishop.

The Mass finally ended, and Drenza made a few crosses in a pretentious manner before rushing impatiently to his room.

Archbishop John and the eight knights exchanged knowing smiles. They all knew what kind of person this cardinal was, and that he was about to torture and kill another child today. They prayed that God would bless him, forgive his sins, and deal with him in heaven.

John and several others unconsciously made the sign of the cross on their chests, unaware that they were also committing a crime.

John addressed the eight knights.

"Gentlemen, I have prepared flowers, wine and beautiful women for you. Please follow me."

The eight knights beamed with joy, almost croaking like geese. To avoid being seen, they simultaneously removed their visors. Now, the believers looked at them with awe, for these were knightly heroes who could vanquish the dragon. The believers simultaneously made the sign of the cross on their chests, taking pride in these knights.

Just a wall away, these believers, led by the choir, continuously chanted stories from the Bible: how a virgin conceived and gave birth to the Lord, and how the saints led the Lord into exile. Some believers became more and more excited as they sang, and even fainted.

On the other side of the wall, a long table was decorated with fresh flowers and bottles of fine wine. But what caught the eye most were the eight beautiful women draped in white veils lying on the table, each with a charming smile and alluring eyes.

The eight knights' eyes widened as soon as they entered. The eight beauties were completely naked except for their white veils. They all swallowed hard, then hurriedly removed their armor, leaving only their underwear, and pounced on them...

Archbishop John sat in the main seat, leisurely drinking. As he watched the knights embracing and groping the beautiful women, he raised his enormous wine cup and shouted.

"Gentlemen, a toast to the health of our Pope!"

The knights put down the beauties they were holding, stood up, and raised their wine cups. Only the Pope could command them to put down their objects of desire; this was the most basic respect they could show.

Suddenly, a dark object came hurtling towards John, accompanied by a roar.

"Die! You beasts!"

John was quick-witted; he used the wine bottle in his hand to block the spray, and a few drops of residual blood splattered on his face. The dark thing rolled down the table from one end to the other.

The women screamed in terror when they saw the thing. It stopped at the other end of the table; it was the Black Widow's head, staring wide-eyed at John.

Da Bao appeared at the doorway, carrying a knife. The sunlight behind him made him look like a demon god, a demon god already burning with rage.

John shouted.

"Who are you? Do you know where you are?"

The knights were quite agile, and they all picked up longswords from their armor and pointed them at Da Bao.

Da Bao let out a heart-wrenching roar, gripped the knife with both hands, and slashed down with all his might.

"Go to hell!"