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archbishop:"……"

"Your Majesty the Pope, Your Excellency the Archbishop, it's bad! Something happened to the Holy Son!"

Before the archbishop opened his mouth to explain, the clergyman who had been in charge of protecting the Holy Son opened the door and rushed in with an anxious expression on his face.

"What? What's going on?! What happened to the Holy Son?"

The Pope's expression changed drastically. To him, the Holy Son was their trump card against the blood race, and the meaning it represented was much more important than him.

The Archbishop has also set his sights on the clergy.

The cleric swallowed, ignoring his injuries, and said anxiously: "The Holy Son was taken away by the blood race! He was a blood race that he had never seen before. He didn't even make a move, and we were sent out by him." The coercion hit hard. He also said, "

The Pope frowned and urged coldly: "What did you say?!"

"He said, if we still want the life of the Holy Son, don't hurt Iseus. Otherwise, he will get it back from the Holy Son ten times and a hundred times. Your Holiness, what should we do?"

The Pope frowned even tighter. He knew all the strong men of the blood race. Except for Isius, only Rosser and the other seven were not bad.I have never seen it before, could it be a new strong blood clan?

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"Tch, it's really a fake!" Not far from the church.

Yi Xiu stared at the clergy who fell around in a circle, with a contemptuous tone, and finally turned his gaze back to the only young man with blond hair and golden eyes who was still awake.

Yi Xiu raised his eyebrows, and his tone was condensed: "Tsk, human, who gave you such a boldness, an ordinary person, dare to pretend to be the Son of God to deceive us?"

The blond young man looked at him bitterly, gritted his teeth and said: "My whole family died at the hands of you shady rats. As long as I can kill you, what is my life worth?!"

"You heretics should not live in this world at all! There is no place for you even in hell!!"

"Oh?" Yi Xiu looked at him condescendingly, "Human, haven't you learned a word?"

"In front of an enemy stronger than you, even if you can't maintain respect, you must at least keep a low profile. Otherwise, you will send your own life before you even take revenge. This is not called bravery, but... madness."

Yi Xiu waved his hand and approached the church in an instant, while the blond young man had already fallen to the ground, breathless.

It is not Yi Xiu's style to let go of enemies who have not yet grown up.

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"Biro? Why, you came here to greet me?" Yi Xiu stopped when he was three to five meters away from the church gate, and said with a half-smile.

Dozens of clergymen were seen surrounding the church. At the gate, the Pope stood at the front, and behind him, Roser was tied up and stood next to the archbishop.

Roser saw Yi Xiu, his eyes lit up, and he shouted: "His Royal Highness, save me..."

Yi Xiu glanced at him coldly, and the Pope said in a deep voice, "Prince Isius, the archbishop and I want to negotiate a deal with you."

Yi Xiu raised his chin slightly, "Say."

The Pope looked sideways at the Archbishop, who nodded slightly.

The Pope then said: "We are willing to return Duke Rosser intact, and as a deal, ask Prince Isius to return the Holy Son."

Son?Yi Xiu raised his eyebrows, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

The one he met was a counterfeit, and the genuine product was naturally safe and sound in the church.

And in the world, besides that guy, who can take away the Holy Son who is under the protection of the Pope in the lair?

Yi Xiu snorted lightly, if he hadn't confirmed that that guy was the one he was looking for last night, he would have chopped up that guy's belongings.How dare you force him?

But now, after glancing at the Pope and the others, Yi Xiu didn't intend to dismantle that guy's platform in front of other people, and said in a cold tone: "People are indeed with me, but the Pope thinks who is more important, Roser or the Holy Son?" valuable?"

The Pope said: "Naturally, the Holy Son, Prince Isius, are you unwilling to make a deal with us?"

Rosser's eyes panicked. He knew Iseus. For the benefit of the entire blood race, Iseus didn't even care about himself. How could he exchange the Holy Son for him now?

"Your Highness, you can't leave me alone! Your subordinates are loyal to you and have no second thoughts. You just promise them and save me, Your Highness!"

Yi Xiu frowned, with a flash of disgust and disdain in his eyes, and said coldly: "Duke Rosser, you are also a member of my blood clan, so why not make some sacrifices for the benefit of the blood clan? Both the blood clan and I will remember your righteousness .”

"I'll fuck you! My life is gone, what's the use of my fame? Iseus, you bastard, you are selfless, you are great, then you should go! Take your life for the lives of the two popes, I think it's worth it too!!"

Duke Rosser could tell that Iseus had no intention of saving him at all.

Then what else did he care about? He interrupted Yi Xiu, yelled at Yi Xiu regardless of his image, and finally taunted Iseus.

The Pope also frowned. If this blood clan hadn't been supported by Isius, it would have been exterminated long ago with the useless Roser alone!

The Pope doesn't hate Iseus, it's one thing for him to want to kill Iseus, but it's another thing to appreciate Iseus.In his opinion, only a person like Isius deserves to be called a king.

A king should first distinguish between small personal interests and large interests of the group. When necessary, even their own lives can be sacrificed without hesitation.

People like Roser and the others, after taking a look at it, he thought he would dirty his own eyes.

Yi Xiu didn't even look at Roser. Originally, he really didn't mind taking him back, but when the Holy Son was in the hands of the blood clan, the church's trump card would be gone.

Bloodlines and humans cannot coexist.

Just for the sake of his stable life for the next few hundred years, he can't let the church bring back the Son.

Thinking of this, Yi Xiu glanced at the archbishop behind the pope, and said indifferently: "In three days, you and I will compete, and I will win. The future of mankind can only be determined by my blood. If you win, the Holy Son will be returned, and everything will be equal." Talk about it later."

From the beginning to the end, the word Roser was never mentioned in Yi Xiu's words.What he meant was obvious. If he won, the archbishop would surely die, and the church with only the pope left could no longer stop the blood race from aggressing.If he loses, the Holy Son will hand it back. Whether he wins or loses depends on the future situation.

The pope turned around and exchanged glances with the archbishop.

it is more than words.

The archbishop spoke calmly, and looked at the proud prince opposite with his vicissitudes of wise eyes, "Okay. Where do you compare?"

Yi Xiudao: "The boundary between the two races."

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small theater:

Passerby A: Your Royal Highness, how did you recognize Lyce as your man?

Iseus: (do not want to answer)

Lycus: (smirk) Feeling.

Passerby A: Feeling?what kind of feeling?

Lycus: (proudly) Of course...

Iseus: (The sword is pointed at his brother) Think it over.

Lyces: (Looking at him blankly) Understand by yourself.