Jiang Zhe looked at the towering statue of the God King in the distance with cold eyes.

"You said, is it blasphemy to put a pot of shit on the top of the statue of God King?"

The pope's face could no longer be quiet.

Just as I was about to speak.

call out!

A black dot shot out from the army behind Shali like lightning, and flew towards the statue of the God King with a faint smoke.

boom!

In a ball of fire.

A gap was blasted out of the crotch of the God King statue.

Stone chips fly.

Shali and tens of thousands of tribes were stunned, and everyone had a thought, it was over.

"Haha, I'm good at ejaculation!"

Jiang Zhe laughed, "Shali, you dare to blaspheme the God King, damn it!"

In laughter.

A tall and thin figure in a long robe of the divine servant rushed out of the church.

A faint afterimage was drawn out.

Bang, a punch hit Sanli in the chest that was stunned.

A bear-like sand-powered cannonball flew backwards, sprinkling large pieces of blood in the air.

"The patriarch is dead, kill them!"

Amid the angry shouts, countless Barrow people roared and stepped onto the church square.

Looking at the surging tide of war.

Jiang Zhe sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Jiang, why do you want this?"

The pope asked in a low voice in fear.
Chapter completed!