The first thousand and forty-seven chapters are like two ghosts
Chapter 1047: Two different ghosts
The wrinkles on Pope Paul's cheek twitched twice, revealing several clear teeth marks. As long as a normal person is not willing to end his life easily, the more comfortable he lives, the less he wants to die. These are those seemingly pious chants every day.
No matter how loyal people are to God, it is better to die than to live. The leader of the Holy See, who was free from illness and pain, was also caught in the contradictory situation of life and death.
The dagger will make you happy and bloody; the pill will control you for the rest of your life. Pope Paul glanced at the cardinals beside him and found that these old men were looking at him nervously. It turned out that he was not the only one who was afraid of death. Then he looked at the remaining ones on the opposite side.
There are countless Templar Knights. The eyes of these wounded warriors are still burning, but the curled swords on the ground and the fatigue on their faces indicate that they can no longer fight. If they choose the dagger, it will undoubtedly be equivalent to taking away the sword.
They lost their lives! The Pope finally found a reason to compromise.
Pope Paul stretched out his trembling palms and picked up the medicine bottle in Dracula's claws. The skull label on it made his eyes suddenly shrink, and he couldn't help but secretly doubt in his heart. Is this also a poison? What did the damn vampires want?
Let us die with less dignity, right? He naturally thought of the scene of his own intestines and stomach being exposed in major media around the world. He almost dropped the medicine bottle to the ground with a shake of his hand, and his face turned pale, which was worse than the face of the vampire opposite him.
A few more points are needed.
Dracula seemed to see the doubts in the old pope's heart and sneered: "Don't worry, this is not a fatal poison. It's just that you need to take a special antidote every other month after taking it, otherwise you will taste a little bit of poison."
My little pain, if you are willing to be obedient, the monthly antidote will be delivered on time. To show my sincerity, I will give you three months of antidote in advance."
Dracula did not lie. The medicine did contain a new type of poison, but he downplayed its effects. If you don't take the antidote for more than a month, it will not be a small pain.
That kind of painful torture will make people miserable. In fact, the inspiration for developing this poison came from ancient China. Some time ago, Dracula was addicted to Chinese martial arts movies, and he saw the existence of this poison in many movies.
Only then did he suddenly have the idea to spend huge sums of money to develop a poison. This poison also has a very nostalgic name: The Curse of Lilith.
Dracula's death has always been haunted by Lilith's death. He wants to use this poison to control the top leaders of the Holy See and let these guys who have indirectly harmed his deceased wife taste the curse.
There was a look of struggle in Pope Paul's eyes. He glanced at the two former patron saints of the Holy See and found that their faces were indifferent. Now that they have returned to the vampire clan, they are naturally indifferent to the life and death of the Pope, not to mention that they wanted to pay back the first one.
The Pope's kindness has protected this place for thousands of years, which is enough.
There was deathly silence all around. Pope Paul could even hear his own heartbeat. He took a deep breath, slowly opened the bottle cap with his hands, and poured out a red pill the size of a soybean. He felt this little thing
After pouring it out, it is so heavy that it seems to weigh down the palm of your hand.
Goulon!
A cardinal archbishop couldn't help but swallowed. He didn't know whether it was fear or helplessness, or he wanted to stop Pope Paul from swallowing this pill that symbolized humiliation. In short, he ultimately lacked the courage to face it calmly.
Pope Paul gritted his teeth and slapped the pill in his palm into his mouth, but the old guy still kept it in mind. His Adam's apple moved but he pressed the pill under his tongue.
Bang! A moderate slap was slapped on the back of Pope Paul's neck. The pill under the tongue jumped like a spring and slipped directly into the esophagus. The Pope really wanted to dig his throat with his fingers, but
A joking voice sounded from behind: "Old Paul, everything will be fine after taking this pill. I believe we will become friends in the future. Go ahead and let everyone who wants to live take the pill. If it's not enough, I still have it here.
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Pope Paul looked bitter. He seemed to be able to feel the pills melting in his stomach, and now they were turning into a hot flame that was moving around. His mind was in chaos, and he actually started to distribute the pills in his hand to his body one by one.
The cardinals nearby would reach out and make a cross on their chests after receiving one in their hair. Seeing these bishops distributing poison in a pretentious manner, the werewolves beside them couldn't help but laugh weirdly.
The pope who had taken the poison was still holy in the eyes of the clergy. Each of them obediently took one of the 'Curse of Lilith'. In the end, only Archbishop Leo and several temples were left, who were still sitting on the ground panting.
knight.
Pope Paul walked up to Archbishop Leo with a pill in his hand and whispered: "Leo, for the sake of the Lord, take it!"
The Pope is the Pope, and even if someone takes poison, it must be done for the sake of the Lord. It seems as if this is not a poison, but a gift from the Lord, the Holy Communion!
Archbishop Leo stretched out his trembling palms to take the pills from the Pope's hand, but in vain he heard a trembling cry in his ears: "Father, don't take it!"
Catherine couldn't watch her father take a poison. She turned her head and looked at the black-robed priest next to her with a miserable face, and begged in a trembling voice: "Save him, I beg you!"
People are selfish. Caesarine was so eager to save her father that she didn't care about the life or death of the black-robed priest. There were powerful enemies around, and he could defeat just a few of them with one sword. What's more, there were two more judges who surrendered to the enemy.
Normal people know that there is no chance of winning. It seems that foreign girls with big breasts also lack brain cells.
Pope Paul turned his head and glanced at Caesarine and the black-robed priest, with a look of displeasure on his face. He still handed the pill in his palm to Archbishop Leo's reach.
Just when Archbishop Leo was about to reach out for the pills, a faint voice suddenly sounded: "Kid, don't go too far." The person who spoke was the expressionless black-robed priest, but the little kid in his mouth called out.
To the ears of the seven vampire lords, it sounded like a provocation. They suddenly turned around, seven pairs of cold red eyes staring at the face of the black-robed priest. The female knight next to him bent down and picked up a long sword.
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"You are looking for death!" A vampire lord shouted coldly, and slowly raised his sharp claws. However, the Templar knights standing next to the black-robed priest all stepped aside and stood consciously.
Next to Pope Paul, two people respectfully asked the Pope for a red bean and ate it.
"Dear Master, I know what to do." Dracula Cage took two steps forward and bowed deeply to the black-robed priest under everyone's surprised eyes, looking humble and respectful.
It's not right that he is completely different from before, because he should be completely different from the ghost.