The person who came in actually started fighting without saying a word.

One of the elders standing on Charles' side suddenly turned pale when they saw this. They raised their hand without thinking and attacked the blonde boy, but were intercepted by Demund.

The elder immediately scolded the blonde boy, "Stop Calvin! This is the lobby of the meeting, how can you be arrogant!"

Demon immediately retorted, "You also know that this is the council lobby. Then what did you mean just now? Why did you allow Charles to be presumptuous!"

The elder immediately said, "Charles is an excellent candidate among this class of holy sons."

Calvin immediately stubbornly exposes, "Elder Roger, you're wrong. There are several of us who are better than Charles in the reserve service of the Holy Sons. Why did the Pope come out and jump around when something happened?"

His words undoubtedly slapped Roger in the face, and made several people over there look pale and white.

"Shut up, it's not your turn to talk here."

Calvin clenched his fists in discontent, his eyes slightly red, "The Pope has only been away for a few days and will be back soon!"

Such a great man, how could something happen to him?

Calvin may not have noticed it himself. When he said these words, he was also scared and his body trembled slightly.

I heard that the demon dragon this time is very powerful. As soon as we met, the Pope suffered a loss at her hands.

Demon sternly scolded Roger and others, "Ha... the truth that a child understands, I don't believe you, Roger doesn't understand. You just want to seek power and usurp the throne. You can't hide your ambitions so well. You guys hide so deeply. They often show their affection in front of the Pope. When the critical moment comes, they can't help but jump out. The Pope is not dead yet!"

"That's not necessarily."

A bad voice came, and in just a moment, several strange people wearing black cloaks and holding scimitars appeared in the conference hall of the Temple of Light.

Demon and others' expressions changed drastically, "Who are you!!!"

When Charles and others saw these people wearing black cloaks, their faces were obviously filled with smiles.

"Even if your pope can really come back alive, it's hard to say whether he can still be the pope at that time."

The voice spoke again.

Demund pointed at the black cloaked man in the head, "When will it be your turn to intervene in our Temple of Light?"

He attacked with fire, but was easily resolved by the man pressed on the black cloak and injured Demon.

Of course, the other elders would not stand, and the hall of the Temple of Light soon became a battlefield.

These people with black cloaks suddenly appeared strangely in their body shapes, and their bodies exuded a very uncomfortable dead aura.

Just as a man's scimitar was about to cut Demon's throat, a strong light suddenly lit up, and the screams of the black cloaked men echoed in the conference hall.

They rolled on the ground in pain, completely losing their previous arrogant appearance.

And when seeing this light, the people present performed differently.

People including Demons were extremely happy, while people including Roger and Charles' faces suddenly turned pale.

At the entrance of the hall, with a light on his back, his slender figure walked in gracefully as if he was emitting golden light. The movement seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye, he walked to one of the men in black and looked at him condescendingly. He couldn't see the expression on his face clearly under the light.

The moment he raised his hand, he held his slender five fingers wearing white gloves, and a sword of light composed of light was shattered in his palm. A gust of wind blew, lifting his brilliant golden hair, making the momentum between his eyebrows even more fierce and murderous intent.

With a puff, Asus held the Divine Sword of Light in his hand and killed the black cloaked man at his feet with a plain expression. Blood suddenly splattered and stained the clothes and faces of the people around him.

"Asseus!!!"

"Sir Pope!!!"

Two different voices sounded at the same time, and the tone was indeed completely opposite. The former was shocked and frightened, while the latter was excited and surprised.

The cloaked man on the ground immediately looked frightened when he saw Asus appear. When he saw him killing one of his companions without hesitation, the rest of the people immediately endured the pain on their bodies and stood up and were about to run.

The moment Asus raised his eyes, they seemed to be surrounded by a surging murderous intent, but they did not dare to stop.

Also frightened were Roger, Charles and others, and the color on their faces could no longer be described as pale.

The group of people ran away very quickly, but Asus slowly pulled out the sword of light in his hand from the corpse. He waved his way in the direction of the people's escape, and the sword energy with light wrapped the stormy aura, and slashed at the cloaked people with an unstoppable force.

It seemed that in just a moment, the movements of the black cloaked men seemed to have been pressed, and they remained motionless in the escape posture. The next second they fell to the ground one after another, and were no longer angry.

After killing everyone, the Divine Sword of Light in Asus's hand turned into a dot of light and dissipated in his hand.

In the two completely different emotions present, he slowly walked towards the Pope's seat on the high platform, and slowly took off his gloves while walking.

His face was faint, and no one could read any emotion from his face.

"The Pope's Crown."

Even so, when Demon and others saw Asus coming back safely, they knelt down on one knee with tears in their eyes, clenched their left fists and placed them respectfully on their chest.

No matter what the people present are in their mood now, everyone has made this move with ambition, but some people lowered their heads, their heads were full of despair, and their bodies were trembling involuntarily.

Asus looked at the person below with indifferent emotions in his dark golden eyes.

"Roger, Charles..."

A low and indifferent voice sounded from above, and the person who was called the name couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his head was buried even lower.

"Teaching...Pope."
Chapter completed!