"Hahaha, the raw materials you sent are indeed of very high quality," a mechanical voice came from the black-armored figure on the five-colored throne. The tone was flat and monotone, like an inanimate object, as it slowly said, "However, as we stated beforehand, I need materials for the Great Sun-Rank Venerable position. Of the twenty people you sent, three have only reached the Moon Class Great Perfection, which does not meet my requirements. Therefore, I cannot give you the recruitment manual." (Novel)
"What?! You actually dare to bargain with the Holy Church?!" The bald-headed priest was furious upon hearing this. He said, "We've already paid a heavy price to send you twenty powerful individuals. Do you think all the Great Sun-Rank Venerable on the continent are fools? Sending seventeen, plus Moon Class Great Perfection, is already our limit."
"Exactly, don't push your luck." The wrinkled, baby-faced sorcerer also became angry.
Their status and position in the Northern Region Diocese were absolute; they were always the ones who had the final say, fawned over and served with utmost care by millions. Even the emperors of the great empires dared not show them the slightest disrespect. They were already extremely unwilling to condescend to drive under the influence of alcohol to carry out this mission. Who knew that this damned, lowly undead would dare to negotiate terms again and again? In their eyes, it was simply courting death.
"Hahaha, so after a thousand years, the Human Clan on the continent has become so weak that they can't even gather twenty Great Sun-Rank Venerable experts. I'm truly disappointed." The Darkness Demon Armor on the throne didn't move at all, and the extremely mechanical voice sounded like it was produced by some kind of mechanism rather than by vocal cords.
It continued, "You've angered mortals, huh? The Holy Church is so great, isn't it? Too bad, in the eyes of us 'dead,' you're nothing but a bunch of hypocrites and clowns. It seems that a thousand years of unquestioned and unrestrained life has turned you into stupid pigs, pathetic worms. Put away your attempts to scare others; in the eyes of death, everything is fair." (This chapter was uploaded by a friend.)
"You..." The bald-headed sorcerer and the wrinkled, baby-faced sorcerer were enraged and were about to attack.
The golden-haired priest, who had remained silent until now, quickly pulled them aside Earth Inquiry calmly, "Then what do you suggest, Lord Basturk, the demon from Hell?"
"The conditions are simple: send over materials from three more Great Sun-Rank Venerable. Only twenty Death Warrior can satisfy my needs." The Dark Demon Armor refused to budge.
"No, there's not enough time. Our actions have already attracted the attention of some people. Even in chaotic times, the disappearance of more than twenty powerful figures without cause will attract the attention of some forces. Once the matter is exposed, even the Church won't be able to suppress it." The golden-haired priest pondered for a moment and also refused.
"Hahaha, either send twenty materials at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable realm, or give up. The choice is yours."
The priests' expressions immediately turned grim.
The golden, curly-haired divine master lowered his head, seemingly pondering a deeply perplexing problem. In the next instant, he suddenly attacked, his palms flashing with intense holy light as he struck out with lightning speed.
However, his target was not the Dark Demon Armor atop the throne.
Nor were they the surrounding Death Warrior.
Instead, it was his colleagues, the two bald, wrinkled, baby-faced sorcerers who had come with him.
boom
Amidst the deafening explosions, streaks of silver runes flew from the palms of the golden-haired divine master, making his face appear incredibly ferocious, while streaks of blood burst wildly from the bodies of the two divine masters.
The two never expected that their most trusted companion would attack them. Before they could react, they were subdued in a single move and unable to struggle.
Even the busty, red-clad female powerhouse on the ground, who was struggling desperately as the Undead Death Energy invaded her leg Dou Qi channels, was stunned, staring in disbelief at everything before her.
Why would the golden-haired master suddenly attack and severely injure his two companions?
"Are you crazy...?" the bald-headed sorcerer asked angrily, bewildered.
Even the "wrinkled baby face" guru couldn't understand why.
To everyone's surprise, the golden-haired divine master completely ignored his two companions' questions, as if he hadn't heard them. Instead, he turned to face the Dark Demon Armor and smiled slightly, saying, "Lord Basturk, these two are also Great Sun-Rank Venerable experts, sufficient to become the materials you need."
"Hahaha, good, very good. I never expected that you divine masters, who usually spout benevolence and morality and make hypocritical declarations, would be more terrifying than us Hell creatures when you truly turn ruthless. Even I, as a servant of Death, am a little afraid of you." On the throne, which had been tainted into ink, the mechanical laughter of the Dark Demon Armor Bastürk reverberated throughout the hall, causing everyone's clothes to flutter wildly.
In the next instant, beams of jet-black light rose from the ground, enveloping the two severely injured and immobile divine masters. Then, dark clouds enveloped the two poor fellows.
"No... you can't do this, we are priests of the Church, we..." The two let out a desperate roar like trapped beasts.
"Hahaha, hahaha, serves you right, serves you right, you brought it on yourself."
The red-clad, busty female powerhouse had one leg completely turned into a zombie. She was desperately burning and consuming her own Great Sun Class essence to Resist the clearing of the dark power. Seeing this scene, she let out a curse-like laugh. Being able to see the two culprits who framed her and her group die before she died was quite gratifying.
The main hall was filled with the agonizing cries of the two priests on their deathbeds.
They cultivated the Holy Power of the Church, which allowed them to resist the dark forces to some extent, so the process of becoming zombified would be slower. Unfortunately, this was not a good thing for the two of them; they actually hoped to die faster. Being invaded by this terrible, corrosive, pitch-black mist was like being gnawed on by thousands of ants.
"Now, you can give me a copy of chapter forty-five." The blond, curly-haired priest showed no sympathy for his companion's screams. He stepped forward, a smile on his face, as if he hadn't done that despicable thing.
"It seems we're still missing one." Dark Demon Armor Bastürk shook his head slightly.
"You... you shouldn't push people too far."
The golden-haired priest's expression changed slightly, and he immediately understood the other party's meaning. He angrily said, "You want to kill me? You want to use me to replenish that last ingredient? Fine, do it! Kill me then! You dare to really provoke the Holy Church's bottom line? Do you know what the bottom line of our agreement is? If you really anger the Church, even the Holy Mountain in Sicily Island won't need to lift a finger; the Northern Region Diocese can directly turn your little territory and forces into nothingness."
Second update, thank you everyone for your support.
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