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

"Boring."

The Pope waved his hand and said, "Come here, take them all to jail, and put them in trial on a later date. They will be severely punished."

"Kill everyone who can be killed."

Her tone was cold and without any mercy.

Then, hundreds of guards filed out from the gate. They were neatly dressed in armor and it was obvious that they had planned this in advance. The bishop, who originally wanted to resist, was pinned down by them for only three seconds.

"Your Holiness, spare my life!"

"Your Holiness, please listen to my explanation. I can explain it!"

A cry of grief and wailing came from the Vatican's main hall.

Only the yellow-robed bishop who stood up first did not beg for mercy like the others. At this moment, he straightened his back and glared at the Pope.

"Si Ming, you are so bold!"

"Who are you calling Siming?"

The Pope frowned slightly and spoke with a somewhat impatient tone.

"Oh, His Majesty the Archbishop has always devoted himself to the Holy See, how could he possibly betray the Holy See? Siming, you are a witch who brings disaster to the country and the people. It was you who framed His Majesty the Archbishop and tried to seize power with the Speaker in order to turn the entire South Posuo Continent upside down!"

The yellow-robed bishop said sternly: "The former pope was really blind to let you succeed him. He didn't see your evil ambition. You just want to unite with the gods to make the entire South Posuo Continent in turmoil so as to facilitate the invasion of the gods. You are a tyrant! You are a tyrant!"

"What a tyrant! What a tyrant!"

"Heaven has no eyes!"

"Are you done scolding?"

The Pope raised his head, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and watched the performance in front of him. He couldn't help but say, "After you've scolded me, go and accept the investigation. If your guilt is really confirmed, I will kill all nine generations of your clan for what you said in the court today."

"So what if you killed my ten clans?"

The Pope narrowed his brows.

"Okay, you said I was a tyrant, right? Then I will kill all ten of your clans! I thank you on behalf of all ten of your clans!"

"You tyrant! The Demon Cult will perish! The Demon Cult will perish!"

The yellow-robed bishop became flustered and continued to cry and shout.

But it's no use.

He was quickly suppressed by the Guards.

......

When everything calmed down, the ministers in the court all looked at the Pope in front of them with fear. In their imagination, the newly enthroned Pope was young and should be easy to control.

But unexpectedly, things turned out to be beyond their expectations.

When the Pope was able to command the Guards at will, those ministers who once firmly believed that the Pope was easy to control all felt a sense of fear.

The cunning and methods of the girl in front of him were somewhat terrifying.

"Does anyone else have any objections?"

The young Pope asked, and the Vatican fell into silence.

After an unknown amount of time, a bishop finally stood up.

"Your Highness, I have no objection to your attack on the vassal kings, but now the Protoss has already attacked South Posuo Continent. If we don't stop it, the war will soon spread to the Holy City. What should we do?"

unexpected.

The Pope did not reprimand him.

But stand up.

He looked down upon the officials below the stage.

Pointing at them one by one.

"No one in the army?"

"Aren't you a human being? Aren't you a human being? Aren't all of you officials standing in the court human beings?"

"Am I not also a human being as the Pope?"

The girl waved her long sleeves, and there was unquestionable determination in her voice.

"No one is allowed to mobilize the Speaker's army except me. How can we guard against the God Clan? It's very simple. Just follow me to the battlefield?"

"Are my lives and your lives more precious than those of the soldiers who defend our country?"

The girl said.

Since people regard her as a tyrant.

Ok.

A tyrant can do whatever it takes to accomplish a certain goal, even if it means he will be cursed for eternity.

But the girl didn't care.

She likes this name very much.

Because, in this way, she can bear all the blame.

207. The Pope (IV)

Wen Youqing looked at the life of this Pope.

I don’t know how long I watched it.

She saw the Pope leading the soldiers into battle at the most critical moment. The blood dyed the girl's delicate skin red and stained her fair face with bright red blood stains.

In the history of the Demon Cult, no Pope has ever led the troops and fought at the forefront of the battlefield.

Even the first Demon Lord.

Wen Youqing watched her dissolve the waves of attacks from the Gods, and watched her stand alone on the corpse-strewn ground at the end of the battlefield, closing her eyes for the demon soldiers beside her who died with their eyes open.

Wen Youqing didn't understand this state of mind, but she suddenly felt a sense of sadness in her heart, a heart-wrenching sadness, as if she was the one standing on the battlefield.

Wen Youqing saw everything from a first-person perspective.

She wanted to cry, but she didn't know why. She just felt wronged. She didn't know whether she was feeling wronged for herself or for this Pope who had fought in the battlefield but left no record of him in history.

"Your Highness, the Protoss' offensive is waning. Should we seize the opportunity to pursue them?"

The general of the Royal Guard beside her asked her.

The guards who had sworn allegiance to her also followed her to the battlefield. However, there were more than a hundred people originally, but now there are only more than fifty left. You have to know that they are all cultivators at the Hedao realm. This is enough to show the cruelty of war.

"Has the Speaker not replied yet?"

The Pope rubbed his slightly painful forehead and asked.

"No."

"I see. It seems the prince would rather die than surrender."

The Pope sighed softly, "Get ready to pursue."

"Yes."

......

But what others didn't expect was.

Even if the Pope is a military genius, there are still chances that he can make mistakes.

Like...right now.

In order to buy more opportunities for the Speaker to quell the civil unrest, she led her own guards to pursue the remaining combat forces of the Protoss who wanted to escape to Dongsheng Shenzhou.

But unexpectedly, this was a trap.

When thousands of arrows rained down, some images flashed across the Pope's eyes for no reason, and she was stunned.

Wen Youqing didn't know what she was thinking, but she had heard that before a person dies, he or she would see a revolving lantern, and the revolving lantern would show the echo of the person's life.

The Pope is laughing.

I don’t know what she was thinking about, but I guess she was happy, right?

Is it over?

The scene before my eyes was an echo - the current Pope, that liar, who ate and drank for free and said that the Pope and his master were having an illicit love affair, but so far they had only met a few times. It was a pure scam.

It would be a miracle if I could learn anything from this.

Just as Wen Youqing closed his eyes and prepared to welcome the end of his memories, he heard the sound of a sharp weapon entering his ears.

The arrows used in this ambush were shot by the Lava God Clan of the God Clan, and were powerful enough to break through the Qi protection of a Mahayana cultivator. There was only one thing that could block the arrows.

The body of the Guards.

The young Pope saw the reflection of the guardsman pierced in the chest by a sharp arrow. He stood in front of the Pope and used his body to catch the arrows that were rushing towards him.

One, two...

Three, four...

The Pope looked at the guards who had fought with her on the battlefield in the past... no, or her companions, or friends, who stood in front of her one by one and blocked the arrows for her. Her originally calm eyes actually welled up with tears.

Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters.

Everything comes at a price.

The young Pope thought he had already understood these principles and could have accepted them calmly, but he didn't know that it was only because the price was not heavy enough.

She held the peace locket tightly in her arms.

Even she herself thought that her life would end here.

Suddenly, a heavy and majestic horn sounded from the distant mountains.

That belongs to the Speaker.

He used the time bought for him by the Pope to eliminate all the vassal kings of Nanposo Continent. At the last moment, he rushed to the northernmost part of Nanposo Continent and continued to fight with the gods.

......

......

Everything is getting better.

When the Pope ascended the throne again, all the officials in the audience were silent as a cicada in fear. They realized that the means and abilities of this Pope were vastly different from those of the previous Popes.

The Pope's expression remained the same as always, and no one could see any emotion on the girl's beautiful face.

She integrated all the armies of the vassal kings and filled them into the army that was at war with the gods. All the rare treasures and exotic objects found in the vassal cities were added to the army's rewards.

This was an unimaginable period for military commanders.

Some people can be promoted from an ordinary soldier to a captain of a thousand men in just one month based on their military achievements, and be rewarded with a thousand acres of fertile land.

The Pope's rewards to the army were so generous that the morale of the Demon Cult's army became increasingly strong. Those independent cultivators who lived in seclusion in the mountains also joined in when they saw that the rewards for the army were so generous. The combat effectiveness of the army that was fighting against the gods was also expanding rapidly.

The Pope integrated all the resources of South Posa Continent and mobilized all the personnel that could be mobilized to engage in this unprecedented huge war.

The first ten years.

The demons drove the army of the gods out of Nanposo Continent, and the war spread northward to Zhongzhou and Dongsheng Shenzhou.

The Pope promoted hundreds of nobles to higher positions and conferred titles on them in recognition of their contributions to the war.

The second decade.

The flames of war continued to extend northwards. The Gods turned their attention to the human and demon cultivators and directed them to the direct battlefield against the Demon Cult. It was a war that could be called a meat grinder. Millions of cultivators died, and the war lasted for several months.

Until they had to rest and recuperate and temporarily cease fire.

The third decade.

The demons and gods are in opposition and are evenly matched with each other. The Demon Cult unites with the human and monster races to discuss a plan to attack the gods. The gods are also secretly looking for an artifact that can "open the gate of heaven" in order to achieve higher levels of cultivation.

Until the fourth decade.