An unexpected beginning led to a dramatic ending. Joan of Arc, whose actions were completely controlled by Fatty, the ancestor of vampires, naturally could no longer pose any threat to Egelus.
So, in the second game, Liu Tao's side still won through a secret maneuver. On the other hand, on the Vatican side, the old pope and the red archbishop did not understand the situation at all. They were just extremely disappointed with the defeat of Joan of Arc.
Surprised. Perhaps, in their perception, Joan of Arc would not be defeated so easily.
But no matter what, if you lose, you lose. In this world's top arena, even the Vatican cannot act rogue.
"Master..." Aegrus, who had won the victory in a daze, returned to Liu Tao's team in a daze. Before she could speak, she was hugged by Liu Tao.
"Xiao Ai, I'm lucky for you. However, I won't allow you to work so hard in the future." On the competition field, after experiencing a fight, Ai Gelusi was quite tired. However, she was hugged by Liu Tao like this.
Suddenly, most of the fatigue was gone, and he leaned in Liu Tao's arms with a smile on his face.
At this time, the Vatican is already a little untenable. Because so far, they have lost two games in a row. Among these two games, one of them should have won. But the ending is really a bit wrong.
beyond their expectations.
When Joan of Arc returned to the old pope after her performance, the old pope looked at her with a hint of resentment.
"What should we do next? Damn it, we lost two games in a row." The old pope said breathlessly.
At this time, the red archbishop on the side calmly looked at Liu Tao's lineup, and then said calmly, "His Majesty the Pope, please don't panic, we still have a chance. As long as the Vatican can defeat that demon Liu Tao, then in these five games
No matter how many wins they get, it will all be in vain. What really determines the outcome is the last two games. In the third game, let this loser Picker Rosen play."
Hearing the red archbishop calling himself, the judge, a waste, Picroson suddenly flashed a fierce look and said angrily, "Cardinal Archbishop St. Ottola, what do you mean by this? Since you think I am a waste
, if it seems to be a hindrance, then I might as well withdraw from this competition."
Upon hearing Picrosin's rebuttal, the cardinal archbishop known as St. Ottola just looked at him coldly and said casually, "I have no objection, but Mr. Picrosin, if you are willing to admit that you are a
If you are a waste, I will help you. After this competition, no matter what the result is, I will cut off your religious membership as a judge and send you to the stake. As a sinner of the Holy See, you will be burned to death."
"You...you dare."
"It's a joke, what am I afraid of? Don't forget, I am the successor of the next pope." St. Ottolas looked at Piccoloson with a smile.
Hearing St. Ottola's words, Piccoloson immediately softened. As St. Ottola said, the current pope is old and there must be a next successor. And so far, the Holy See has
There was no one more qualified to succeed the Pope than Saint Ottola.
As a judge, he definitely did not dare to disobey the Pope's order. Although Piccoloson disliked the Pope's successor from the bottom of his heart.