The news that the underground hall of the Saint's Temple in Vatican City was invaded by strangers was soon spread across a small area of ​​the high-rise buildings of Vatican City.

If possible, Rebs is actually unwilling to let anyone else get this news. After all, it is not a glorious thing. The more people know, the more pressure Rebs will be... But the group of fools in the monitoring department are about to make a fuss all the way. Moreover, the enemy they are going to deal with this time are strong people who can break through the third level of barrier. Rebs decided to dispatch the strongest military force of the Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine Divine

The news cannot be concealed, so instead of keeping your hands and feet in order to keep the secret, it is better to try to atone for the merits and atone for sins. If the invaders can be captured and handed over to the Holy Council for disposal, there is no room for maneuver.

"Send the Divine Referees' troops, all."

With Rebs' order, the shadow of war quietly enveloped the Vatican Cathedral.

"What!? I'm going to send out the Divine Speaker!?"

A fat high priest trembled all over, not knowing whether it was fear or excitement.

"Dispatching the Divine Speaker? It's been a lot of years, right? Hey, that's great."

In another room, a high priest in a black velvet robe sneered and his eyes were shining.

Most of the trainee priests responsible for delivering the message felt inexplicable. The Divine Priests did sound very majestic, but... Is there such a force in Vatican City? Isn't the strongest force in the city the dozen high priests? Under the cover of the power of faith in the religious holy land, most of the priests can exert their level. I haven't heard of any secret force besides these people.

However, since it is Archbishop Rebs's intention, it is very likely that this magical archbishop is best at management. He hired a paranormal to design a blood lion system that is unparalleled. His design concept is so advanced that it can reach the international leading level and enjoy a great reputation in the Holy Parliament. It is also very possible that Archbishop Rebs can use his management ability to collect all kinds of strong people from China to form a secret force!

According to the method provided by Archbishop Rebs, more than a dozen trainee priests issued church notices at different locations in the city. They declared in secret words: The troops of the Gods, all gathered!

Half an hour later, in the inner hall of the Cathedral of Vatic City, thirteen mysterious men wearing masks and black robes surrounded them and remained silent.

Several priest guards in the inner hall who were responsible for daily maintenance were carefully looking at the thirteen people.

It is obvious that this is the Divine Priest summoned by the High Priest Rebs. It is not difficult to see from the aura of their bodies that they are all elite among the elite... named after the Divine Priest. If it is not an elite, wouldn't it be a sign that would be smashed?

"These people...at least have the strength of a high priest, right?" A priest guard asked his teammates in the dream space.

"Probably... it's so strange. Where did Lord Rebs find so many high priests? This thing is not a potato. You can grow a lot of them by cutting it into pieces and burying it in the ground."

"Ah, with the great empire, there are so many talented people? Maybe they are strong men living in seclusion in a small village and town, because they admire the reputation of Vatic City."

The two priests discussed for a while, and were both amazed by Rebs' methods. Although, with the two superpowers on the continent now going to war, the combat power inflation is very serious, and ordinary high priests seem to have become miscellaneous soldiers... but in fact, that is just the illusion of some people. The entire continent has tens of millions of people, and the maximum strength of those who can reach the level of high priests is only a few hundred people. These people are the mainstay on the battlefield.

When most of the strong men were sent to the front line, so many masters could be gathered behind the empire. Rebs's management ability was really amazing!

"But... why do I always think these people look familiar?"

"I feel a little weird when you say this. Although they are all wearing masks, if you take them off...wait, isn't that High Priest Rebs!?"

The priest guard was shocked and pointed at the tallest of the thirteen people.

Although she was covered with a robe, the black sweater and blue trousers... This loose and casual outfit is completely Rebs' personal logo! And if you look closely, you haven't changed your figure and hairstyle!? You just add a flat mask on your face and think it's a transformation!?

And isn’t the one next to Rebs’s right-hand man Cook?? Hell, he doesn’t change his clothes at all, just use a mask to transform! Can you guys be creative?

The remaining thirteen people, with their careful identification, soon exposed their true identities... without exception, they were all old acquaintances in Vatic City.

The so-called Divine Speaker Army is actually the collective transformation of the senior leaders of the Vatican Church! If you change your vest, you will be a newcomer. This is your mom!

The two guards are really burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and they feel like they have been deeply hurt. However, how can these minions at the bottom understand Rebs' painstaking efforts?

If this is not the case, if any emergency accident occurs, these thirteen people will be dispatched as the head of the local church. Even if they experience hard and bloody battles or even deaths, it is only natural to complete the task. Who made you the person in charge? While enjoying all your strength, of course you have to bear the obligation! At most, according to the church's constitution, each person will receive a bonus of dozens or hundreds of gold coins, which is not enough to be stuck.

So Rebs played a trick: We don’t act as a senior manager, we transform and act as external staff of the church. In this way, the labor costs are very flexible.

When the church instructs its own people, they can deduct bonuses based on slogans such as loving the country, loving the church, and being willing to contribute, but it is impossible for external hiring personnel to follow this rule. After all, they do not take the salary of your church and do not enjoy the various privileges of the church. Why should they accept exploitation?

If you want to hire a strong man like a high priest, that is, a high-level dream builder, to serve the church, you will have at least thousands or even tens of thousands of gold coins in one action. If the object is particularly difficult to deal with, the commission will be higher.

With the wealth of Vatican City and the deliberate indulgence of Rebs, the thirteen-man Divine Speaker troops required at least one million gold coins in each operation.

Of course, these high priests may not care about the common wealth of gold coins, but there are many treasures that cannot be measured by gold coins, which can be distributed on this reason. Although theoretically, this has caused the loss of public property, who cares about such small things...

After the thirteen God-Spiritorialists were assembled, Rebs cleared his throat, opened his dream kingdom, and said to the rest.

"Everyone has already understood the situation. This time the opponent is very powerful. It is not a mediocre person who can break through the barrier quietly. Everyone must deal with it carefully."

"If we know, we won't joke about our lives. We are here to seek wealth, not death."

Rebs smiled bitterly in his heart: Seeking money? To be honest... Indeed, he gained power by managing wealth and gathering faith. Most of the people gathered around him were good at managing people. Few of those real strong people were willing to work in Vatic City.

However, it doesn't matter. After decades of hard work, the huge power of faith gathered in Vatic City is enough to make up for any shortcomings. Moreover, the people present are high priests after all. With the increase in the power of faith, they are almost invincible in cooperation with the appropriate formation. For many years, there have been many rats who have come to harass them, but no one has ever been able to make good use of them.

"Cook, how are the intelligence gathering?"

"We are already trying our best to check the suspects, and at present... we have initially locked in these targets."

As he said that, Cook showed four groups of people in the Kingdom of Dream God.

"The first group was a group of female minstrels who came here a month ago. There were four people. They were said to be beautiful and skilled... Although the appearance of minstrels before and after the festival was not uncommon, they were closed in hotels outside the city during the most lively days, and their whereabouts were a little suspicious."

At this moment, a high priest interrupted: "They have no problem."

"Um?"

"I mean they are not suspicious, and the reason they stay in the door is overwork."

“Overwork?!”

The priest who interrupted the words was a little impatient when asked: "Yes, yes, I just played 5p once a few days ago, and I tossed them all day and night. Now they can't even get up from bed. How could they sneak into the ground of the Saint's Temple to break the barrier?"

"Puff! Are you playing 5p!?"

"Isn't it possible? The female minstrel is just doing this! I'm not paying!"

"...You, you have had improper sexual relationships with many women, be careful about your future in the church!"

"Tsk, as long as you don't act like a remnant, what's the point of playing with a few women... Haven't you played with it before?"

"That's it...it doesn't matter if you play with women, but I doubt this day and night~"

"Zac, you bastard, you have a fight with me!"

Rebs said angrily: "Enough! Cook, let's talk about the next group!"

"The next group is a team of slave merchants, selling alliance dream builders captured from the front line, and there is a possibility of collusion to sell the country."

"No, I know that businessman. He is a caravan subordinate who serves directly to the royal family. Although his identity is not announced to the public, his loyalty is undoubtedly impossible. It is impossible for him."

"Okay, then the next group is... these people."

Cook said, showing portraits of several people in front of everyone.

Three middle-aged men, a pair of boys and girls, and a little girl in her early teens...

It was Wang Wu and others who had disguised themselves! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!