The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

After an unknown amount of time, she returned to her previous state of being craving for dessert and ice cream, and asked herself the question.

"What are we having for dinner tonight?"

She knew the answer herself.

"More cakes, jelly for dessert, and ice cream after the meal is also a must. Ah... It's going to be hard to keep in shape if you eat like this."

She frowned in some distress.

Being a pope is not necessarily an easy job.

But...soon she won't have to worry anymore.

Ji Qixue smiled with relief.

"Forget it, why think so much..."

"It's your last meal anyway, just eat whatever you want, why bother with so many things?"

Ji Qixue said this to herself.

One hundred and ninety-eight. Such a familiar name

The celebration led by the Pope was a great success.

No, it should not be called a celebration, it should be called a military deployment ceremony.

After all, this grand celebration attracted the attention of the whole world, and all the famous sects were invited to witness the Pope's proclamation, which was undoubtedly a sensation.

But there is no turning back when the bow is drawn.

At this point, the matter was done and there was no possibility of regret. The entire South Posa Continent had received the Pope's order and began to mobilize armaments and food supplies.

but.

Although the title of the Pope is deeply respected within the cult, it does not mean that there will be no one who holds opposing opinions.

For example, the civil officials who just asked the Pope to withdraw his order.

Including the aristocratic sects that have been established in Nanposo Continent for a long time.

It also includes some peace-loving people who live in a remote corner.

The Pope is a totem of faith in the hearts of mortal demons, but for those feudal nobles who have already achieved success and are in power, it is an extremely dangerous gamble to start a war with the gods again.

This is an investment.

The victors will be promoted, but if the family cannot survive the brutal war, the glory of the past will be gone like a cloud.

There were countless conservative people, and those nobles were all worried about the war and were thinking about how to retreat.

Unfortunately, in South Posa Continent, most of the power, wealth, and voice are in the hands of the nobles.

Although there was once an unnamed pope who improved the law and required that the identities of church priests and bishops be treated equally and both must be qualified based on their own abilities, the nobles have more educational resources and more connections. Currently, about 70% of the bishops who can hold meetings in the Demon Palace are descendants of noble families.

The remaining 30% all came from humble backgrounds and climbed up the church step by step. Their abilities and vision were much more ruthless.

Their official positions are generally much higher. For example, today's archbishops and great elders all have no identity or background, and have reached their current positions step by step.

But they are only a minority after all.

To win this war, the support of the nobles is indispensable. The most troublesome problem for the Pope now is probably how to mobilize those nobles and gain their support.

However, these do not require the Pope to consider the scriptures.

At this moment, he was just thinking.

Think about what the Pope just said.

Just a simple meal?

Ah.

If it was just a simple meal, then there must be something fishy going on. Anyone who believes in this is an idiot. It is related to the battle between gods and demons. Even if the Pope blinks quickly in front of him, it contains deeper information.

Unfortunately, Jingyan has never been exposed to officialdom since his childhood, so he has no idea what message the Pope is revealing to him.

In short, the Pope must have her own reasons for doing so.

Be respectful, just be respectful.

Wen Youqing, who was beside him, was staring straight at the Pope on the podium.

She stood on the most dazzling platform, looking down upon trillions of people and the army that was as strong as tigers.

As if the discussion about "what to eat in the evening" had never happened, her aura was still so indifferent and noble, like a chess player who could dominate the world, and trillions of lives were just chess pieces in her game.

This has never happened in the previous life.

The subjects below the stage all bowed down to the Pope's majesty. Only Wen Youqing could glimpse a hint of...

Distracted?

The Pope was actually distracted.

"Where is this place?"

A disembodied voice came from Wen Youqing's ears. She was startled and turned around to look around, but found no trace.

Jing Yan looked at Wen Youqing who was looking back for something and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"No, no."

Wen Youqing shook his head and returned his gaze to the Pope, only to ask in his heart: "Who?"

"I."

A shadow appeared in front of Wen Youqing. It was the mysterious woman who had been trapped in the triangular tower. She leaned against the railing of the viewing platform. The iron chains that bound her body had somehow become much looser, but they still bound her wrists and ankles tightly. She looked like a...

prisoner.

correct.

A prisoner, a prisoner allowed to keep watch.

It looks so lonely.

"You can't speak?" The prisoner-like woman didn't wait for Wen Youqing's answer for a long time. She looked at Jing Yan beside her and nodded, as if she understood something, and said, "You can meditate in your heart. I can hear you."

"You...why did you come out?"

Wen Youqing asked in his heart the question that he had been holding in for a long time.

"Oh, you want to know?"

"Of course. You, you, you... aren't you trapped on that throne? How... how can you appear here?!"

Wen Youqing asked with a stuttering voice, not only surprised, but also frightened.

After all, if that tightly tied up woman suddenly appeared next to him, anyone would be stunned for a long time.

"You want to know, so." The woman thought for a moment, raised her head and said seriously: "I don't know."

Wen Youqing: "Ah?"

"You did this, too. I feel weird." The woman shook her head and replied, "I woke up in a daze and found that the chains on my body had become much longer, so I stood up and walked forward, and came to your side. In fact, I did nothing. You are curious about why I am here, and I am curious too. Can you tell me where this is?"

Wen Youqing: “…”

Well, why does it feel like she is not smarter than me?

Wen Youqing thought for a moment and replied, "This is the Holy City, where the Demon Cult's Demon Palace is located."

Just this sentence.

The woman's eyes suddenly became much more melancholy.

It was as if she had returned to a familiar hometown and seen the familiar scenery of the past. She was like a ghost that had changed through vicissitudes of life, left alone in time. When she opened her eyes again, everything seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Oh, then I think I know..."

she said softly.

"What do you know?"

Wen Youqing asked curiously.

"I know this is the Holy City, where the Demon Cult's Demon Palace is located."

The woman repeated Wen Youqing's words, as if she was hiding something, or was unwilling to talk about the past.

Wen Youqing: "...You are so good at chatting."

The woman smiled sweetly, pinched the hem of her skirt like a noble, and bowed slightly: "Thank you for the compliment."

Wen Youqing: "...Thank you for thinking I was praising you."

Woman: “You’re welcome.”

She raised her head and looked at Ji Qixue on the platform, her eyes full of confusion.

"She's standing so tall, who is she?"

The woman asked Wen Youqing.

"She is the Pope, the Pope of the Demon Cult."

Wen Youqing took a deep breath and replied.

"Oh... the Pope."

The woman was silent.

"What a familiar name."

One Hundred and Ninety-Nine. The Torchbearer

When the woman finished speaking, she leaned quietly against the railing, looking at the Pope on the podium.

As if he was observing, as if he was appreciating, his eyes were full of...

Glad.

Wen Youqing didn't know if she had seen it wrong, but she did see a fleeting glimmer of joy in the woman's reflected eyes.

She clenched her fingers and tilted her head to look to the side.

He found that the woman had already walked in front of the master, but he seemed to see nothing and was thinking about something.

In other words, the woman in front of me is only visible to me?

Wen Youqing touched his chin lightly, thinking.

Suddenly, as if she felt something, Wen Youqing raised her head and saw that the Pope on the podium suddenly turned around and looked at her.

The two people's eyes met directly. Wen Youqing just stared at the Pope's mysterious profile, stunned for a moment.

No.

Wen Youqing reacted.

The Pope is not looking at himself.

She soon realized that although the Pope's gaze was shifted towards her, it was not directed at her.

The Pope looked towards...

It was the woman in front of her.

And this woman was also looking at the Pope. They were staring at each other with complicated expressions.

It is like a pioneer who fell on the road of passing on the torch, and then opened his eyes again, and saw the successors who continued to hold up torches, burning, illuminating, and warming the way forward.

Wen Youqing didn't know what to say for a moment. She felt that she shouldn't disturb them. This kind of time might be just a short moment, but for them, it was like an accidental glance back after a long time. Once missed, it would never be found again.

"She's looking at me."

Just as Wen Youqing was wondering what the relationship between the two of them was, the mysterious woman suddenly turned around and looked at Wen Youqing.

"Should I say hi to her?"