From the Dungeon, Slaughter the Demon Apostle Chapter 339

"Okay, let's walk ten kilometers there, we will arrive at the meeting point last time, and then we can summon the tribe."

"What? Ten kilometers? This...is a little too fast, miss?"

Piku couldn't believe it. After all, he had walked for nearly two months when he came here, but after he came back, he left the other shore plateau in an instant, and only needed to walk ten kilometers. After the comparison in life, the contrast becomes extraordinarily huge, no wonder Piku lost his composure.

Momo smiled and said:

"This long-distance teleportation can be teleported to any place, but now my teleportation is not safe, and the actual actual monitoring distance of No. 7 is only so far. Otherwise, I will send you directly to the tribe."

When everyone heard this, they were all dumbfounded, and they were a little cold for a while.

The aid from the tribes was still very fast. It arrived in less than two days. After Bella pulled Momo and talked eagerly for a while, the people reluctantly split up. So far, the joint action of the four tribes is complete. Finish.

Then this is also the first step in kneading the fourteen aboriginal tribes together.

Generally speaking, the loss of personnel of the Ter tribe was not very serious this time, only two people were sacrificed, which was considered the lightest in the previous exploration activities. Many clansmen surrounded them.

Some cried with joy, some cried with their heads in their arms, and some fainted on the spot when they heard their young son sacrificed. However, this is life, and no one knows what will happen in the next moment.

Giovanni's face looked a little pale. When she saw her granddaughter squeezed out of the crowd and threw herself into her arms, the stone that had been hanging in her heart for several months was finally relieved. Mo's safety, but until now, when someone really touches and hugs her, can she really feel relieved.

The grandparents and grandson just hugged without saying a word. Perhaps at this time, hugs are more sincere than any beautiful words.

After a long time, Qiao Fanny saw the smiling and silent Ling Fei not far away. She smiled at the young man, let go of the granddaughter in her arms, stretched out her old hand, and grabbed Momo's hand, while the other He stretched out his hand towards Ling Fei.

Ling Fei stayed awkwardly for a while, and finally held the old lady's hand.

"Come on, let's go home, I made you your favorite Yuan Meatloaf, and vegetable soup..."

Looking at the backs of the three slowly leaving through the gap in the window, Blanc and Tim sighed softly, finally returning safely.

In the ancient sacrificial hall, the members of the Presbyterian Church were quietly listening to Mo Ke's report, sometimes stroking their beards in amazement, sometimes looking sad, and their expressions changed in a variety of ways.

When they heard Momo's identity and successfully obtained the royal inheritance, all the elders couldn't help but change their expressions, and the humming whispers became louder and louder.

Clap clap, Tim's applause attracted everyone's attention.

Tim raised his eyelids and said without raising his head:

"Everyone, be quiet! Blank and I, as well as the other elders in charge, have personally confirmed Momo's identity as a descendant of the royal family. This matter is absolutely true."

More elders couldn't help but looked at each other, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

A wealthy elder interjected in a bad tone:

"Elder Tim, why are you keeping such an important matter a secret? Don't tell me you don't trust our members of the Presbyterian Church?"

Blank glanced at the fat elder with disdain, and said coldly:

"To be honest, Elder Cade, we really don't trust you very much, especially the expanded Presbyterian Church."

Such blunt words immediately filled some elders in the hall with righteous indignation.

Some people were not happy to hear these words, and suddenly someone angrily said:

"Blank, what do you mean? Have you forgotten the precepts of your ancestors? Is the Presbyterian Church established to prevent someone from monopolizing power? Do you want to monopolize power?"

The scene suddenly became more chaotic, but the fat elder Cade who was the first to attack was watching coldly, leisurely playing with the ruby ​​ring on his fat finger, and couldn't help sneering in his heart.

As long as you can successfully arouse the anger of other members of the Presbyterian Church and resonate with you, see what you old **** do. When the time comes, don't you obediently hand over the chief authority of the Presbyterian Council? The little girl held it in her own hands. With the great banner of the descendants of the royal family, it is not delusional to want to unify the fourteen departments, plus the cooperation agreement with the apostles.

The more Elder Cade thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help laughing.

A sharp whistle sounded suddenly, piercing the eardrum.

The young Te'er people in full gear rushed into the sacrificial hall, with three floors inside and three floors outside, and surrounded the sacrificial hall tightly.

The elders, who were frothing and swearing at each other, shut their mouths in horror and kept silent. Although they are the highest status people in the tribe, few have the power to protect themselves~www.mtlnovel.com~Kade His face became a little ugly, he didn't want his plan to be ruined by these bastards.

He asked displeasedly at the middle-aged man who led the team in:

"Lodel, who gave you the guts to trespass into the sacrificial hall? Don't you know that this is the meeting place of the Presbyterian Church? What a sacred place it is! Huh? Where's Pisman?"

Lodel didn't look at Cade at all, just bowed respectfully to Elder Tim, and then said lightly:

"Captain Pissman took advantage of the elders' meeting to discuss the ancient ruins and had no time to separate himself. He intended to rebel, but we smashed and suppressed him on the spot. Seeing that he was defeated, he committed suicide in front of everyone."

Cade's complexion changed drastically, this was simply framing.

Pisman is his man, how capable is that kid, how can he still not know? If he hadn't been the mediator for Pisman in Ling Fei's beast-swallowing incident, and put Mo Ke in the logistics, this kid could have become the captain of the elite tribal team?

Now the vice-captain Lodel broke into the hall of the council of elders so blatantly, and said lightly that Pisman wanted to rebel, but he, the master, didn't know anything about it. Isn't this a frame-up?

"Snapped!"

Cade slammed the teacup on the ground, stood up, the fat all over his body trembling with anger, pointed at Rodell's face and cursed:

"You **** bastard, this is framed, why did he rebel? What good does he have to rebel?"

Elder Tim took a sip of tea casually, but said flatly:

"Yes, Lorde, tell me why Pissman wanted to rebel, tell Elder Cade and everyone else, if you frame your officer, our elders will definitely not be lenient."

Chapter end