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

Wen Youqing was stunned, she was thinking.

It was like a coronation ceremony.

"I am entrusted by the Heaven and blessed by my ancestors. The previous emperor of the Demon Cult passed away. I have recently been entrusted by the God of Destiny to become the Pope."

"Please ask Siming to come forward."

Sima Ming?

That guy Ji Siye?

As Wen Youqing thought so, his body began to move uncontrollably.

She was originally kneeling on the ground.

But at this moment he stood up.

Step by step, he walked along the path created by the burning candle, slowly moving forward towards the holy light.

Huh?

Wen Youqing was stunned. At this moment, she realized that she seemed to have entered that state again. She was just possessed by someone else's perspective, watching this moment of history recorded by someone unknown.

At this moment, Wen Youqing is no longer Wen Youqing.

But it’s “I”.

He is just a pope whose name is unknown but who is crowned here and succeeds the pope.

"I" just walked forward step by step.

Step onto the luxurious carpet and come before the holy light.

"I" seemed to be a girl. Her lower body was white and slender, and one could even see the trail of her dress behind her long boots.

Unfortunately, I can’t see my own face.

Wen Youqing thought with some regret.

When I arrived in front of the old man in purple robe, I saw that he was unknown how many years old. His eyes showed no joy or sadness, but with a hint of fanaticism.

"I" spoke.

"My Lord, when I become Pope, will you abdicate?"

The purple-robed old man was stunned.

He immediately replied, “No, my position was given by my ancestors and will always accompany every pope.”

"I" asked again.

"So, is it up to me to decide whether to continue the war with the Gods?"

"No, this is decided by the parliament. Your Holiness seems to have too many questions."

The old man in purple robe answered respectfully, but what he said seemed a little...arrogant.

"This is the time bestowed by our ancestors. Lord Siming, please kneel down quickly and accept the baptism."

"Oh."

"I" nodded.

All thoughts.

Then, without any hesitation, "I" pulled out from under my long skirt...

He pulled out a long sword with golden patterns and thrust it fiercely into the chest of the purple-robed old man in front of him.

"You...Si Ming, how dare you..."

In the old man's horrified eyes, "I" calmly took the crown that symbolized the Pope of the Demon Cult from the old man's hand.

"The war between the Demon Cult and the God Clan has lasted for thousands of years. The Demon Cult has been slaughtered like this. It's all thanks to you stubborn old guys."

"I'm worried about leaving the revival of the Demon Cult to you."

"So from now on, I hope that all the authority of the Demon Cult will be transferred to the hands of the Pope. Your Excellency the Bishop, you seem to be getting in my way."

"I will do this coronation ceremony myself. You can take a rest first."

As I said this, I closed the bishop’s eyelids which had been unable to close due to panic before his death.

Silently sat in the holy light.

He put a crown on himself.

He chuckled silently.

“Is this what they call a tyrant?”

204. The Pope (I)

Wen Youqing just watched quietly, she could do nothing.

The girl was just confused.

In her previous life, she had learned about the history of the Demon Cult, although she only had a brief glimpse, but she still knew the names of all the popes.

She had also seen the statues of successive popes from South Posah Continent, but among those majestic statues of popes, she did not find anyone similar to her.

Wen Youqing couldn't see the Pope's face clearly because she was watching from a first-person perspective. At this moment, she had completely entered into the shoes of this mysterious Pope, feeling the weight of the crown on her head.

It was as if she and the Pope had become one.

"Did I do the right thing?"

The woman asked softly. She was talking to herself, but Wen Youqing always felt that she meant something else.

Then she raised her head and her white neck towards the pure light. In fact, that light was not holy light at all, but the sunlight reflected through the glass.

Wen Youqing could feel the uneasiness in the Pope's heart at this moment. Although everything she did was so decisive, when everything was done, she couldn't help but clench her fingers tightly, and blue veins appeared on her fair skin.

Trembling faintly.

"Am I doing the right thing?"

She asked herself again softly, her voice a little erratic, and her eyes looked through the mist into the dark shadows.

She looked at the archbishop lying on the ground with some hesitation in her eyes. Finally, she stepped down from the throne, wiped off the blood of the fallen archbishop, and maintained his last dignity.

Then she knelt on one knee on the floor, looked at the archbishop's face which had become kind and gentle, and shook her head.

That feeling of confidence and determination surged into my heart again.

She took a step forward, sat on the throne, and waited quietly.

She said to herself in her heart.

“I did the right thing.”

......

......

From Wen Youqing's perspective, everything the Pope did was also everything she did.

At this moment, the girl was confused - she didn't understand why a Pope would kill an archbishop. After all, in the modern history of the cult, the archbishop was loyal to the Pope.

This is equivalent to the Pope cutting off one of his own arms just after taking office. This behavior is incomprehensible in the eyes of a not-so-bright fool like Wen Youqing.

What does this Pope want to do?

Wen Youqing continued reading with doubt in his mind.

......

"Squeak-"

The heavy stone door was pushed open, and guards wearing black armor and holding sharp weapons walked in, escorting a middle-aged man in a purple robe.

His face showed majesty without anger, and at first glance, one could tell that he was a veteran of many battles, had fought bravely on the battlefield, and was full of blood and vigor.

But under the protection of the armored guards around him, he looked like a civil official in his purple robe.

"Si Ming, the Archbishop's soul lamp has gone out."

His voice was cold, but he couldn't help being slightly surprised when he saw the archbishop's body leaning against the light.

He raised his head again and looked at Sima Ming, whose face was hidden in the holy light and whose expression could not be seen clearly.

And the papal tiara on her head.

He vaguely understood something.

"Mr. Speaker, please address me as Pope."

The girl spoke, her voice clear and echoing in the corridor.

The battle-hardened speaker was slightly startled, but quickly reacted and knelt on one knee on the floor: "Your Holiness, what is the Archbishop doing?"

"Oh, you mean the Archbishop?"

The girl raised her head, her eyes thoughtful. "He contacted the vassal king of Nanposo Continent and wanted to assassinate me during the ceremony of establishing the Pope. He wanted to replace me, but he was discovered and was eventually executed on the spot."

"Your Holiness, this..."

The Speaker hesitated.

Because everyone knew that the Pope in front of them was lying - although the Archbishop was on good terms with the princes, he had always been loyal to the cult, so how could he do such a treasonous thing?

Even the Speaker, with whom the Archbishop had always been at odds, was now expressing deep doubts about the Pope's words. This was enough to show how ridiculous the words of the girl were.

He wanted to hear the Pope's explanation.

And the girl in front of him did give him an explanation.

She asked rhetorically:

"Mr. Chairman, may I ask why our Demon Cult has been fighting against the God Clan for years, even though our resources and monks are not inferior to those of the other side, but we have been defeated repeatedly, and finally the war was pushed to the territory of our Nanposo Continent?"

The Speaker was silent.

As a general who had been fighting on the battlefield for the first half of his life, he knew the reasons very well.

Because of discord within the Demon Sect.

As early as when the Demon Cult was first established in Nanposo Continent, the original Pope distributed the land to various capable craftsmen, civil and military officials. Eventually, after a long period of evolution, their descendants slowly developed and grew in their respective territories, forming powerful vassal states.

Although these vassal states were ostensibly under the command of the Pope and the Vatican, in reality they were at war with each other, fighting openly and covertly.

Even when they were at war with the gods, their minds were not on the same front, but were calculating with each other how to preserve their own greatest interests.

Therefore, the reason why this war has lasted until now is because the monks of Nanposo Continent are not afraid of death and continue to persevere.

However, those princes who should have been the backbone were enjoying the benefits and annexing the surrounding lands.

As a soldier who has spent his entire life in the military, how could the Speaker not understand the ins and outs of this? It’s just that the previous Pope was unable to do anything as he was willing to do so.

He was slightly stunned by the question asked by the girl in front of him, as if he felt something unusual from before.

He suddenly reacted and thought of something.

That was what the girl said before -

"The archbishop contacted the vassal king and wanted to assassinate the pope during the ceremony of establishing the pope and replace him."

"The Archbishop has connected with the Prince!"

After extracting this key point, the Speaker's eyes were full of astonishment. He seemed to understand what earth-shaking event the young Pope in front of him was going to do.

But.......

He did not feel fear at this moment, but the blood in his chest was burning.

"Your Holiness."

His voice was extremely pious and his eyes were firm. He knelt under the podium and looked up at the young new Pope.

"Which prince is the archbishop in contact with? I am willing to arrest him and let His Holiness interrogate him."

This is just an excuse.

It was just an excuse to send troops to the vassal states and regain power.