frightfiction Chapter 1290 Why don't you ask your Lord to save you at this time?
Chapter 1290 Why don't you ask your Lord to save you at this time?
The longsword fell with lightning speed, splitting the table in two. John, holding the wine jug, stared blankly at Da Bao. Suddenly, with a soft crack, the wine jug split in the middle, and then a red line appeared on John's forehead, the tip of his nose, and his chin.
Just as John was about to open his mouth, his entire body silently split in two, and blood splattered out with a soft thud.
The knights screamed in terror, while the eight beauties had already fainted from fright.
The leader of the eight knights wielded a longsword in both hands and swept it towards Da Bao. He was the most skilled among the eight knights, but unfortunately, Western swordsmanship was no match for Eastern martial arts.
Da Bao, his face grim, still wielded his sword with both hands and slashed forcefully. The longsword snapped in two with a crack, and the knight's leader was split in two. The other seven knights were terrified, dropped their swords, and turned to run away.
But no matter how fast they ran, they couldn't outrun Da Bao. Da Bao leaped up and unleashed seven lightning-fast slashes. Since they had all come together, their deaths would inevitably be the same, with no difference in even the angle.
All seven knights were cleaved in two, and the stench of blood in the room was so strong that it was impossible to open one's eyes.
Apart from the eight unconscious beauties, only a priest was left in the room pouring wine. Da Bao walked towards him step by step with a knife in his hand, and the priest shouted in horror.
"Don't look for me, don't look for me, I'm just a junior priest, Lord Drenza is in the second room ahead, and Bishop Jones is in another hall..."
Da Bao passed by him, swung the knife upside down, and the priest's head fell off. Da Bao said coldly.
"Everyone here deserves to die."
……
Drenza rushed back to her room, the largest and most luxurious room in Notre Dame, where a giant bed was more than three meters wide. A little girl was curled up in the corner, frantically grinding the rope.
The little girl was Athena. She had cried until she had no strength left. In her mind, there was only Father John, whom she had met before, smiling at her with a fake smile and speaking in the gentlest voice.
“My child, it is your honor to serve the Lord. Know that only by serving the Lord can you hear His voice…”
Athena was incredibly intelligent, but she was still just a child and didn't understand what her mother's friend meant. All she could do was desperately cry out in her heart: "Brother-in-law, save me! Brother-in-law, come save me!"
She frantically rubbed the rope against the bed, and as time ticked by, her heart sank deeper and deeper until a lewd old man with white hair and a white beard pushed open the door. Athena was utterly devastated.
When Drensa entered the room and saw Athena, her eyes lit up, and she couldn't take her eyes off the pretty little girl.
He made the sign of the cross on his chest, giving thanks to God for his blessings, as he walked towards Athena.
“Dear Lord, your servant, bathed in your holy light, has come again to help this lost little lamb return to your embrace. Your faithful servant, Drensa, thanks you for your grace. Choosing to follow you is the glory of my life.”
Drenza's breathing gradually quickened, and he softly chanted from the Bible, thanking the Lord for His blessings. He slowly walked towards Athena, his eyes unfocused, as if gazing upon a masterpiece of art.
He trembled his snow-white beard and reached out an old hand to stroke Athena's cheek.
Suddenly, a shoe sole loomed large in front of him. Athena broke free of her ropes and kicked Derenza in the face. At that moment, Derenza had only one thought.
Damn John, why didn't you take off this little lamb's shoes? It hurts so much to kick my face with those shoes on.
Athena jumped out of bed and ran towards the door. Just then, the door was kicked open, and Athena rushed into a warm embrace. She looked up and screamed in anguish.
"Brother-in-law!"
Da Bao picked Athena up with his left hand. Even if the Lord himself descended, he couldn't take the child away from him now. Derensa covered his face and walked over shakily.
"My child, please return this lost lamb to me, and I will ask the Lord for your blessing. Oh, my child, why are you carrying a knife? Such a weapon should not be in our Notre Dame."
My child, why are you raising your knife? Do you intend to kill me? No, no, no, do you know who I am? I am Cardinal Drenza of the Papacy. If you do not wish for blessings, I have much money and can bestow favors upon you. Could you please put down your knife?
Oh my god, why won't you listen to anything I say? Didn't I tell you I'd give you money? Lots and lots of money, ahhh, don't kill me, ahhh…”
Da Bao kicked him in the head, turning his white beard into a red one, stained with blood. Derensa's head flew onto the bed like a ball. Da Bao curled his lip and said impatiently.
"Old people talk so much, they're so damn long-winded. Why don't you ask your Lord to save you at a time like this?"
Da Bao, holding Athena and covering her eyes, quickly spun around inside Notre Dame Cathedral, spilling all the gasoline in the space.
As he carried Athena out of Notre Dame's main gate, he lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and casually flicked the butt behind him. With a whoosh, Notre Dame burst into flames...
……
In the hotel, everyone was sitting in Da Bao and Zuo Mingyue's room, including Zuo Wenbin, whose head was wrapped in bandages. He was bowing his head, regretting that he hadn't protected his daughter.
The prostitute who had tipped off Da Bao, holding her daughter, hid in a corner, watching these important figures. Her expectations for the million francs were growing ever stronger.
The person who promised her lives in such a luxurious presidential suite, and there are so many glamorous big shots around. Surely, once she finds him, he won't try to cheat her out of her money, right?
Her daughter said in a low voice.
"Mommy, I'm hungry..."
The prostitute hurriedly covered her daughter's mouth. This concept of social hierarchy was ingrained in her bones. Facing these people, she felt extremely inferior and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Time ticked by, and everyone grew increasingly anxious. Suddenly, Zuo Wenbin leaped up like a lion.
"No, I'm going to Athena. If I don't find my daughter, I won't come back."
Sofia lowered her head, hating herself for always wanting to reclaim her mother's glory. If the price was losing her daughter, she would rather not have it, but now it was too late to say anything.
Arthur stopped Zuo Wenbin and said in a deep voice.
"Uncle Zuo, please don't be impulsive. If someone deliberately kidnapped Athena, what can you do even if you go?"
Zuo Wenbin shouted in a hoarse voice.
"I'll fight them to the death."
Arthur slowly shook his head, not saying those hurtful words. If you fight, what will you have to fight them with?