Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1487 - 439: Fall of a Saint Level

Chapter 1487: Chapter 439: Fall of a Saint Level

His Holiness Priest looked down from the Sky Garden to see the massive Magic Cannon already aimed at him, its black and profound muzzle exuding an aura closely connected with death, the huge unyielding barrel spreading a scent of death.

About a hundred Divine Archers with cold expressions did nothing, already shifting the sparkling chill in their eyes towards the sparse crowd beside him; there were also hundreds of Mages, tall or short, with oblique glances and an air of unruly arrogance.

"It’s me!" Liu Zhenhan frowned: "Are you Pope Paul II?"

In the Aegean Continent, the St. Paul Church could be described as calling the wind and summoning the rain, possessing unsurpassed power. How could a Pope end up in such a state? Chased by the Demon Clan? If not for having encountered Dragon Knight Gaxia before, Liu Zhenhan would hardly believe his eyes.

"Yes! I am Paul Mardini!" The Pope, a bit nervously, glanced back and, seeing the Demons that chased him had fled, let out a long sigh of relief.

"Greetings, Your Holiness Saint Paul." Dragon Knight Gaxia, riding the Jade Dragon, turned in the air and politely nodded at Liu Zhenhan.

"Everyone, land first. We’ll talk after landing." Liu Zhenhan vaguely felt something was amiss, but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.

Through the magic teleportation array, Liu Zhenhan quickly returned to the Red Earth Highlands from the aerial battery, stepped out of the hall, and saw squads of fully armed Summer Palace Warriors on the Red Earth Square curiously sizing up the humans slowly descending from the sky.

"What exactly happened?" Liu Zhenhan saw that this group of Holy Vatican and church elites all seemed weary, with many carrying injuries and looking very ragged.

"Could I have a word, Your Holiness?" Pope Paul II smiled bitterly while adjusting his jeweled crown and, with the support of the Holy Knights, shakily dismounted from a Thunder Eagle onto the ground.

"All dismissed!" Liu Zhenhan waved his hand to the Summer Palace Warriors, who, except for a group of personal guards, immediately orderly retreated from the square, while Elder Andulan came over with a look of confusion, accompanied by several matrons.

The sudden presence of the human Pope in this place was baffling to anyone.

"What the hell is going on? Where is Master Puskas?" Liu Zhenhan asked the Pope with a curious gaze.

"Merciful Mother Mary, Paul Mardini is forever Your most humble servant!" The human Pope did not answer Liu’s question but was busy bowing and placing his hand on his chest to pay respects to Joan of Arc; the twelve cardinals in their crimson priestly robes quickly bowed their heads, and a group of Paladins all kneeled on one knee to greet the Holy Mother.

Liu Zhenhan shook his head in frustration, finding it too troublesome to deal with these religious fanatics.

"What happened to everyone? Gaxia, why are you injured on your arm?" Joan of Arc was seeing the church’s Holy Knights in such a state for the first time, each looking like survivors from the battlefield.

"Your Grace the Holy Mother and Your Holiness Saint Paul, we’ve encountered a great trouble!" The human Pope raised his head, the muscles on his lean face twitching continuously, his body shaking violently: "We... we..."

"Speak up! What happened?" Liu Zhenhan squinted his eyes, swallowing hard: "The Demons that attacked you... could it be... the Witch King?"

"It’s the three Dreadlords and..."

"Impossible!" Liu Zhenhan cut off the Pope’s words: "Because I have already encountered the three Dreadlords last night!"

"How is that possible?" Pope Paul II almost fell to the ground, muttering in disbelief: "It’s impossible! Last night, our Divine Vatican also suffered an attack by the three Dreadlords, a Hex-winged Knight, four Winged Knights, ten Lich Bone Dragons and nearly a thousand Demon Clan flying soldiers!"

Liu Zhenhan gasped in shock!

"Richard! Let the Pope continue!" Elder Andulan held onto Liu’s hand tightly, his voice low and forceful.

Liu Zhenhan breathed heavily, Ji Sikaibi stood on tiptoes, gently kissed his forehead, trying to calm her Tan Lang from his tension and unease.

Liu Zhenhan was far from calm now!

In the Demon World, the Fear Clan only had three tribes, and because of their special bloodlines, there could only be three Dreadlords!

If it was said that the human St. Paul Church also encountered the three Dreadlords, who then were the three Dreadlords Liu encountered last night in the Southern Cross Star Forest?

As the second highest rank in the Demon Clan, could they appear in different locations at the same time? They surely weren’t capable of the art of Mirror Image!

Even if, for argument’s sake, there were six Dreadlords among the Demon Clan, the dumb moon had not yet returned to the Aegean, and to break open the "Space-Time Rift," enabling a brigade of forces to teleport from the Demon World to Aegean Continent simultaneously, required the Witch King to exert all his strength!

The last Witch King Skolari had been eradicated in the final battle; even if the Lich Clan of the Demon World could produce a new Witch King in ten thousand years, how could this Witch King possess the ability to open the Space-Time Rift twice in a row?

Could it be that the current Witch King of the Demon Clan is twice as formidable as Skolari was?

Stunned for a long while, Liu Zhenhan finally snapped back to reality.

The human Pope continued recounting the events of the previous night, the present Pope Paul II completely losing the dignity of the world’s most honorable figure, looking like an animated, gossip-loving old man, obviously having suffered a considerable psychological shock.