In the long corridor, tall stone pillars supported the huge structure of the Holy See headquarters. Renault and Jiu walked towards the largest meeting hall one after another.

Pushing open the heavy door, the sounds in the meeting hall suddenly disappeared, and eyes turned to the two people at the door.

Renault obviously did not expect that besides himself and Jiu, so many people would be summoned.

"One, two, three, four, five, six... Are you kidding? Counting the two of us, all the current star-rated exorcists are here." He closed the folding fan he was playing with in his palm, and the doves were thick.

Glancing at the six people who had arrived, excluding Mogolas and Wen Ya, this was already the strongest gathering of the Holy See's combat power.

The order Reno received was to safely bring Jiu back to the Holy See headquarters. What he didn't expect was...the Pope also recalled others at the same time.

"Hey, isn't this Jiu, and our Lord Advocate?" Holding a glass of red wine, Zhou Huang, with a loud and rude voice, swaggered over, "I miss you so much, how about you come with me to fight with me when you have time?"

"Zhou Huang, infighting between star exorcists is prohibited, and don't challenge my bottom line at will." Renault was called a ruling by everyone in the Holy See, although he himself didn't like it very much.

nickname.

Jiu raised his head and found that the chair that should have been occupied by Mogolas was now replaced by Lan. The ambitious man was looking at him with a strange look. Not long ago, Zhou Huang took it upon himself to recruit Lan.

I am afraid that I will feel uneasy when we meet now? Jiu smiled mischievously, humming a little tune and walked towards his place.

"Lan, that's not your position." Renault has always been a rigid person. Each star exorcist has his own specific position. The distance of the position also represents the level of strength. Mogolas's position is located at

Third, and Lan has always been fourth.

Knowing very well what kind of person Renault was, Lan frowned dissatisfied and said calmly: "Since Mogoras has been sacrificed, is there anything wrong with me taking his place? Do you think there are still people in the Holy See?

Is it more suitable than me?" For Lan, this position is not the end, what he wants is the throne placed high up.

Pope's chair.

"At least His Majesty the Pope has not announced so." Renault stood in front of Lan and said without giving in. The atmosphere in the meeting hall suddenly became solemn. Jiu leaned against his sixth-ranked card as if nothing happened.

On the chair, he yawned.

Lan could not stand up obediently.

Renault won't budge either.

"Okay, okay, don't look so nervous. It's rare for everyone to get together once. A spectacular scene like this has probably not happened for ten years." A thin man stood between the two of them and tried to

Stopping the meaningless fight, "Bai Ling, these are the rules. No one can be above the rules." Renault's tone was very stubborn, and then he moved his eyes back to Lan's face, "Get up, go back to your place,

Otherwise, I will use my strength to make you leave." "Huhu, it's terrible, Lord Judgment, it seems that you are the one who just said that you can't fight among yourself. So, in fact, you are the one who wants to override the rules.

Right?" Zhou Huang's rare sharp tongue showed that he was on Lan's side.

"Zhou Huang, please stop talking." Bai Ling rubbed his temples with a headache. If this place turned into a battlefield, it would probably become the biggest joke.

"It's interesting, isn't it? Only strength determines who is the truth. This is also the rule of this world." The voice of the speaker was very stiff. He was Murakami, the seventh-star exorcist sitting next to Jiu.

Watari, an exorcist from Tokyo, although he was wearing the black uniform of the Holy See, he still sat in a cross-legged posture on the chair, which looked very strange. A long knife was quietly placed on his legs.

Being warlike by nature, he seems to be looking forward to a chaotic situation.

"The second-ranked Renault, and the fourth-ranked Lan, the duel between attack and defense, oh, it's really interesting to think about it." The man who followed him had a strange hairstyle, with long bangs covering his hair.

The left half of my face is covered, and when I speak, I will habitually use my left hand to move the bangs upward.

He is the eighth-ranked star exorcist Zhong Buzhou.

"Boring." Finally, the silent man sitting on the first chair stood up.

Ranked first, the Holy See has the strongest combat power after the Pope.

The Exorcist Mu Tiange.

"Rankings and numbers do not represent real strength. Most of our rankings are determined by record. People ranked at the back may not be weak, and people ranked at the front may not be strong. If you want to prove something, go to the battlefield.

, instead of at home." Mu Tiange patted Renault's shoulder and shook his head, "Reynold, please sit down first. Your Majesty has summoned us all back today. I'm afraid there is something important. You should understand the importance.

"I was impulsive." After Renault admitted his mistake, he still stood in front of Lan with his feet without any intention of leaving.

At this moment, the recording official in black robes quietly walked up to everyone and whispered: "Your Majesty is here."

Wearing a red robe, dragging on the marble floor, holding a scepter in his skinny left hand, he walked forward step by step. The three-layered golden crown on his head was still dazzling. After glancing at everyone, the old man walked slowly

In front of his seat, he turned around and sat down.

"Meeting." Two simple words made everyone quiet down and sit down in their seats one after another, like a group of junior high school students preparing for class. Only Lan did not change his position and met the Pope's eyes.

Today is also the day he has been waiting for for a long time.

"First of all, you have been working hard for the Holy See. There is also bad news. Wen Ya is dead. As for her and Mogolas' successors, I will choose a suitable candidate within the next month."

The death of the two people was briefly mentioned. When the Pope spoke, he seemed to deliberately avoid Jiu's provocative gaze, "The following is the reason why you have gathered today." "Wait a minute, Your Majesty." interrupted the Pope.

Speaking in a coherent manner, Lan took the initiative to stand up from the chair, walked to the middle, and faced the stooped old man, "I have something to say." "Master Lan, Your Majesty has not finished speaking yet, please pay attention.

Please check your own behavior." The recording officer who huddled up in the darkness respectfully reminded him. In return, Lan snorted disdainfully, "I think what I said is more important. Regarding Wen Ya's death, do you want to

Let me give you an explanation first." After picking out the things that the Pope had deliberately skipped, Lan's aggressive momentum made Jiu next to him stunned and smelled the smell of gunpowder.

"Wen Ya? She attacked Jiu without permission and was killed in the end. It was that simple." The Pope gave the answer without changing his expression.

"Really? But as far as I know, although Wen Ya is a crazy woman, she will never do such crazy things. Think about it, she is your most loyal subordinate, isn't she? Without your order, she will never do anything so crazy.

Maybe he acted without permission." At the end of the sentence, Lan, who had turned into questioning, looked at the Pope confidently, as if he had won some huge victory.

The meeting hall was very quiet.

Mu Tiange and Renault, the two powerful men, remained silent and did not interrupt.

Others also had different expressions.

"What do you want... to say, Lan." Like an old beast slowly extending its claws, the Pope stared at the subordinate he had trained with his own hands, and there seemed to be a hint of melancholy in his hoarse voice.

"Your Majesty, you are old... In recent years, our Holy See has become as old and slow as you. Mogolas was attacked and killed, and Wen Ya died for you. From beginning to end, you did nothing. Death can

Standing above us and showing off your power, you also left the anomalies in the Xingyao Society alone. In the end, even some bullshit organization composed of a group of disasters dared to come to your door. You... are really old. You can't even fight back.

We have no courage. Our Holy See is the cornerstone of the balance of the human world. Any force that dares to provoke us should be punished." Talking to the superior old man, every sentence was full of accusations. Lan vented his hidden feelings.

What he said in his heart was, "As our king, you are no longer relevant." "Lan, are you crazy?" Renault couldn't help but scolded him, pressing his right hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, while Mu Tiange crossed his hands.

Chest, leaning against the chair without saying a word.

The recorder quietly raised his head to observe the pope's expression.

Calm as ever.

The old man has experienced a lot, and betrayal is just a normal thing.

Many people care about your chair, and many people care about your life.

Slowly sitting upright, the Pope grinned and showed an extremely ugly smile: "Do you want to... take my place?" "I think I have the ability. In addition, should I also listen to other people's opinions?

?" Several projections suddenly appeared on the wall of the huge conference hall. They were the heads of the Holy See branches around the world. Then, they all had one thing in common. None of these heads were exorcists. They came from all over the world.

Government representatives.

"Dear Your Majesty the Pope, we also agree with Lan's opinion. In recent times, your behavior has been too cowardly and unbearable. If this continues, we are very worried about whether you can continue to control the Holy See." It seemed that it was premeditated.

A blond representative from a superpower bluntly put forward his opinion, but the Pope just curled his lips in contempt.

Yes, extremely contemptuous.

Better than I expected to do.

Lan knows how to use ordinary people to put pressure on himself, and even many exorcists have been bribed by him.

The time for the chicks to leave the nest will come one day. What I didn’t expect is that the first thing to do after leaving the nest is to drive away the old bird.

"Your Majesty, I think you have paid a lot for the Holy See. Should you also consider enjoying your last life? I have no other intention. I just think about it for you." Zhou Huang, who was ranked ninth, shrugged and quietly

have joined the ranks of forced women.

Murakami Wataru, who was silent and touching the scabbard, nodded and seemed to agree with this statement.

Jiu opened the folding fan and covered half of his face. His peripheral vision fell on the Pope's skinny face, and no change in his expression could be seen. What on earth was this old man thinking?

Wouldn't he be scared?

Perhaps from the moment he became king, he had to give up a lot of emotions.

"I will retire." The unhurried words made Renault and others look over in surprise, as if they couldn't believe that the Pope looked like... giving in?

"But... not now, no one can sit here in my place. After all, in this world... there are too many idiots who have ambitions but no matching strength." He raised his right hand and tapped it on the handle.

Another projection suddenly appeared directly in front of him, right next to Lan. The star exorcist was caught off guard and turned around to avoid it.

The figure in the projection is a god of death.

Wearing a white uniform and short silver hair, he looks like a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"I am Claude, one of the Hades Army - one of the Hades Guards. Now, I am conveying a message from the Temple of the Great Death to the Pope. He is back, that god! We, the Hades Army, are about to rush to the world. We hope you will cooperate with us.

Let’s join forces to kill him completely.”

A simple message made many people agitate.

An invitation to cooperate from the God of Death?

Kill God?
To be continued...