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

“I am not sad.” The Pope looked up. “I am smiling.”

She pursed her lips and forced a smile on her pale face.

"I am just an ordinary person."

she said softly.

"Exactly. He is just an insignificant mortal. Your Highness should think about how to restore the rights of the noble families. By then, I think Your Highness will not miss the Vatican meetings for three whole months."

The leading minister said calmly.

"really."

The Pope said softly: "But, I have thought of a way."

"any solution?"

The leading minister looked puzzled.

I saw.

The Pope gently grasped the long sword in his hand, and the sharp edge converged in an instant. Lines of blood emerged from the minister's body. At first, it just oozed blood, and then it shattered into pieces on the ground.

"As long as the family no longer exists, there won't be any problem, right?"

She smiled, a smear of blood splashed on her cheek, making her pale face look somewhat seductive.

"Pope... spare my life!"

The remaining ministers were all horrified. They had not expected the Pope's methods to be so extreme.

The minister in charge was a monk at the peak of the Hedao realm, but he did not expect that he could not survive a single moment at the hands of the Pope. Who could have imagined that this Pope, who had only been practicing Taoism for less than fifty years, had such terrifying abilities.

They had no way of escaping the Pope's sword.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

The Pope spoke softly.

The way she refers to herself has changed from "I" to "Gu".

Because after her master left, she really became a lonely person.

So, let’s just call it that.

"Thank you Pope, thank you Pope, your Majesty is merciful..."

They kowtowed and stammered.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

The Pope narrowed his eyebrows and asked coldly.

"Why, why?"

someone asked doubtfully.

"Because you don't deserve it."

The Pope clapped his hands, and hundreds of guards in black emerged from the darkness.

"The punishment for you will be more cruel if you are alive than if you are dead."

She smiled, but her smile was so weak, like a withered flower in the wind.

Said word for word.

"Pass on my order. All the ministers and noble families present today, the seven tribes of the Yi people, men, women, old and young, will be stabbed to death and their bodies will be scattered in a mass grave. Anyone who dares to collect the bodies will be executed."

"Yes."

The guards in the darkness shouted in response.

"Crazy...crazy!"

One of the ministers shouted, "You, you, you don't even spare the elderly and children. You are a complete devil, a complete lunatic!"

"Yes."

The Pope did not refute.

Responded calmly.

"But I will not kill you. After your family is slaughtered, I will let you stay in your original position. If you dare to resign, your relatives and friends will be killed one after another. After that, I will kill your pets and livestock. After killing your pets and livestock, I will kill the people who helped you. Don't worry, I can find out everything."

"I'm mad?"

"Yes, I am crazy. When you used all your dirty tricks to force my master to death, I was already crazy."

"Now, get a taste of the wrath of a madman in power."

211. Pope (VIII)

No one expected the Pope's transformation to be so extreme.

She went from being a saint who was high above everyone else to a person in power who could kill people, and truly became a "tyrant".

The entire South Posa Continent was shocked by the Pope's change. They could not understand why the Pope suddenly became like a different person.

Even if someone mentioned the Pope's deceased master, people would shake their heads and sigh.

After all, he is just an ordinary person. No matter how special an ordinary person is, how can he interfere with the decision of the Pope?

There must be something hidden behind this.

As a result, conspiracy and speculation spread further and further from South Posa Continent, and people talked about it and discussed the secret of the Pope.

......

The Pope paid no attention to the rumors.

To be precise, she had gone crazy with killing and had no time to care about those rumors.

The first to take action were the powerful ministers and their families in the court. It was too easy for the Imperial Guards to find criminal records from those families and just give them a name.

Secretly storing armor and secretly raising Deadpool, which one is not a serious crime for the Yi Jiu clan?

As for whether it was committed or not?

Does it matter?

All they needed was a name, an excuse to uproot the power of the clans within the aristocratic families. When they investigated, those aristocratic families actually no longer had any possibility of survival.

Large quantities of natural treasures, gold, silver and jewelry were seized by the Imperial Guards from the palaces of aristocratic families and government officials. Some of them were the wealth accumulated by the aristocratic clans, and some were the fat and blood of the people who profited from their positions.

Men, women, young and old from the noble family were all taken to the execution ground.

There was no mercy, no kindness, and the time passed so quickly that it was hard to imagine. The house was searched in the morning and the entire clan was exterminated in the afternoon.

The blood dyed the road to the execution ground black, and the smell of blood was so strong.

The Pope personally went to the execution platform, together with the criminals who had been summoned to the palace by her late at night and whose cultivation had been cut short.

She kept her promise and did not kill them, but let them watch their family being slaughtered bit by bit.

As he watched them wailing, begging for mercy, and admitting their mistakes at the top of their lungs, the Pope remained unmoved.

A drop of blood splashed onto her dress. The Pope bent down and touched the drop of blood with her fingers, staining her white fingers red.

A butterfly fluttered around her and landed on the blood on her fingers.

This is a white butterfly, as pure as snow. Its antennae touched the blood, and the snow and blood merged into one.

The Pope watched quietly for a long time.

The indifference in his eyes did not fade at all.

At this moment, she is no longer the Pope praised by everyone in South Posha.

No one could understand what she was thinking at this moment.

.......

.......

The blood at the execution ground flowed day by day.

This went on for several months.

During these months, everyone was in danger.

Some people condemned the Pope's actions, but they were soon found by the Guards and became part of the execution ground.

As a result, people became even more frightened.

In a remote place far away from the holy city, the remaining vassal kings raised the banner of justice and started an uprising.

They gathered the people together and announced that they would restore orthodoxy to Nanposo Continent, overthrow the rule of the brutal pope, and bring peace to the world!

However, the Pope's control over the army was beyond their imagination.

The rebellious insurgents could not understand why the army would obey the orders of such a cruel Pope. Couldn't the army see the evil deeds she had committed?

What about the noble generals in the army? Aren't they also descendants of noble families? Why do they still obey the Pope's orders?

It was not until this time that people discovered it.

The original army had been filled with the Pope's confidants, and almost all the generals were children of poor families with no family power. Occasionally, there were a few children of noble families who were loyal to the Pope after fighting with him on the battlefield day after day.

This was not something the Pope had planned on purpose.

It’s just that those poor children with no family background and no worries would rather charge into the battle and die on the battlefield.

As for the disciples from aristocratic families, since they have a way to retreat, they are often in the logistics field, which is safer.

I guess there's no need to say more about which side will get promoted faster.

Even the Pope did not expect that the move he made back then would be used until now and play such an important role.

But at this moment, she didn't have the heart to care about these things.

At this time, the Pope was standing at the highest point of the Demon Palace, looking down on the Holy City, watching the rolling clouds, and watching the setting sun over the long river.

Next to her, there was a stone tablet without any words engraved on it.

......

......

"Can you see it?"

The Pope's legs were suspended in the air. She had now taken off the Pope's clothes and put on a light blue dress.

There is an added purity in the beautiful face, making her look even more pitiful.

This was the clothes she wore when she lived with her master before she set foot in the Demon Sect. Now they don't look too small for her and look as if they were new.

She has always cherished it.

"Can you see it?"

She asked again.

Wen Youqing was stunned. There was no one in front of the Pope, so why was she asking this question?

In this case, there is only one person who asked this question.

That is——her.

Wen Youqing got goosebumps all over her body. She couldn't imagine how powerful the Pope was to be able to sense her presence and feel the gaze from the future looking back at history.

At least in Wen Youqing's previous life, her cultivation was not as good as that of the Pope.

"No answer?" The Pope sighed and said, "I guess you can't answer it either."

"The first time I met you was at my coronation ceremony. You watched me kill the archbishop. At that time, what kind of person did you think I was?"

"Brutal, treacherous, bloody?"

"The second time I saw you was in the hall of the Vatican. I felt you were watching me. What did you think of me at that time?"

"Majestic and high above?"

"Then?"