Chapter 413 Turtle, Is Your Pope From the Fanma Family?

It has to be said that this Yangyue world is really full of talents and demons. Not to mention those evil god churches that are supposed to be abnormal, how can even the mainstream churches be so rebellious?

This is the Jungle Church. Its core believers are a group of crazy people who like to go crazy and take drugs. They privately cultivate all kinds of weird plants. They attack in the form of blood crosses at any time, and perform some scenes that even D stations cannot pass the review.

This is the Holy Light Church. Good men are fierce, and faithful women are cruel. They hate evil as much as they hate enemies. Everyone has a heavy cold weapon wielding, eager to do good, and likes to kill pagan believers.

Especially the group of old men and women in front of them who obviously just received the notice and were forcibly shouted out of bed.

Even though he was covering his eyes with something, he could still see that he was a bit sleepy, but now he could only hold back his anger and patiently sit at the table waiting for them...

Tsk tsk, I have to say that although the world of Sun Moon in the trough is going downhill, the people of our Sun Moon are still wild.

So if we calculate in this way, I heard that Lingxi believes in a god called the Goddess of Wealth, then the core believers on their side are...

It seems that we have to urge the players to roll out the power infrastructure as soon as possible, so that every household in the Sun Moon World can have a big street lamp in front of the door, otherwise it may not be enough by then!

And since the old man of the church who can be called the pillar of the country has returned to the court, and the newly promoted God Chosen who has been in the limelight recently has come together, the Elders Council must give a considerable degree of face.

Therefore, the one who is qualified to sit among these old guys, wearing a tall hat and holding a scepter, can only be the legendary Holy Light Pope.

Most of the popes in literary works are bearded old men. After all, to climb to this position, they must have accumulated experience, and it is impossible for them to be young.

At most, they can add a [kind] or [evil] appearance label with the positioning of the righteous villain, and they are likely to be the villain.

But the man in front of him was obviously beyond Ji Ming's expectations. He was actually a broad-minded, curly-haired, tight-lipped, sitting upright, and serious...

A big and strong man.

What, you want to see the traditional free welfare role in this book? This is impossible!

Seeing the two people walk into this wide hall, the elders stood up one after another, and the pope also slowly stood up from the oversized back chair, rising from the ground like a mountain.

The white robe could hardly contain the muscles all over his body, and his skin was not the normal white and rosy, but with a bit of steel-like luster. The height of nearly three meters proved that he had the terrible blood of a giant.

So much so that Ji Ming even paused for a moment, and the first thought that came to his mind was

[Old man, your pope is from the Fanma family? This purity is too high.]

It is precisely because of the existence of the blood of the Iron Giant that the contemporary pope has a much longer lifespan than humans.

So he looks like a middle-aged man, but in fact he is already 86 years old this year, and he got the position of pope only because of his seniority.

But even so, he still looks as nervous as the elders around him. When he saw the archbishop, he even lowered his head, like a student seeing a teacher in the corridor.

There is no way, no matter how old they are, can they be as old as him? The archbishop is... a super old thing!

[Okay, don't just talk about it in your heart, say it out loud for Tenis to hear?]

"No!"

Tenis didn't notice the expression on Ji Ming's face, she was still busy pressing her hands.

"Okay, okay, don't be so reserved, sit down."

Amid the sound of chairs being dragged, a tooth-grinding "click" sound was particularly noticeable. It was the wail of the pope's chair that was already overwhelmed.

But even if they sat down obediently, they all lowered their heads, still like students who were afraid of being called by the teacher in class.

"Ah."

The old lady couldn't help sighing when she saw this. This was also the fundamental reason why she gave up her retirement life in the Vatican and ran to Sunshine City alone - she had lived too long.

When everyone around her was a junior who she had watched grow up or even personally instructed, she, an old woman, could not expect to communicate with others on an equal footing.

There was no other way, she had to take over the Pope's right to speak, and told them about her experiences in Sunshine City and on the way north as if she was performing a talk show.

Sunshine City was originally a strategic buffer zone jointly determined by the royal family, the nobility, and the church. It was normal for a shabby place without a care in the world to be messy, so it was just mentioned in passing.

But it was too unreasonable that the southern part of the kingdom could be in such a mess. Their own territory was like a vegetable market. What kind of shitty evil god dared to come and cut meat?

So Tenis became more and more angry as he spoke, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and began to show his essence as a believer of the Holy Light.

That's right, it's --

Slapping the table.

"Look at how you guys work! Huh? That... God of Mud! You dare to run wild in a viscount's territory, Bishop Fatau! I remember that area was managed by you before, how come it has become so rotten in less than ten years?"

The skinny old man, sweating profusely, stood up quickly and bowed deeply.

"I'm sorry, teacher! When I left, it was actually quite stable there, and I don't know how..."

"Shut up! While you were making excuses, fifteen villages had been deceived by their lies, and seventy-one young people had sacrificed their lives one after another, and they were suffocated to death by the mud. Do you want me to let you feel it too!"

"I……"

Tenis ignored him and patted the table again.

"And you! Bishop Serra, stand up!"

"Yes...I'm here!"

A real old lady wearing gold-rimmed glasses also stood up quickly, the accessories in her neat white hair trembling with fear.

"I remember that you were also in charge of Gaota Parish, tell me! What did I teach you back then? The needs of the people are actually very low. If they can have enough food and clothing, everything will be fine. What about you, what have you been doing?"

"I, I, I, I guided them in farming! I also... I also organized believers to build water conservancy projects! So..."

"Shut up! What the hell did you build...ah, I remembered! What the hell are those rocks in the farmland? Is this how you built the dam? Did the God of Rain collapse it just by letting some water fall on it? Do you know how many people were killed?”

"I……"

Tenis ignored her and continued to pound the table, making a crisp sound like a gunshot.

Moreover, the old lady was really playing with a revolver. She started calling the names one by one from her left hand side, then jumped over the pope in the middle and continued to her right hand side.

Anyway, none of these old men and women are good at anything. They are all big fools who do nothing but ruin things. They have good intentions but can do bad things. You have completely lost the face of the church, and I, a teacher, have also been embarrassed!

And those in the south can barely explain it. After all, the nobles are just beasts. How can they accomplish great things with such a group of insects? It's understandable.

But what about the middle? This is the heart of the kingdom. Although they are not as shameful as those in the south, there are still many who choose to be blind and deaf and completely fail to fulfill their obligations!

Ji Ming suddenly realized that maybe the old lady was not walking slowly all the way, at least not entirely because of "not being in a hurry" and "canvassing votes for Eleanor".

She was probably inspired by her old sister Blois, and wanted to take a wandering trip before blowing out the lamp and pulling out the wax, to see what the land she had struggled for so many years looked like.

However the result is.

"You only look at others and don't look at yourself. Don't think you are clean just because you haven't served in the south or central part of the country! Things are rotten here, how can you do better over there?"

The group was destroyed.

But it’s great for the old lady to rant all the way, but if you want to join the Presbyterian Church, you must first become an honorary bishop, if you want to become a bishop, you must first become a bishop, and you must be an ace bishop with performance, strength and resume.

As a result, Tenis is being slapped like this now... Hey, hey, this can't be done!

Ji Ming, who had already smelled some danger, could only quickly send a message to the old lady.

[Control your anger, Madam Archbishop, I would like to compare my feelings with others. I don’t want to be unlucky in my old age, so I’d better not make things so tense! 】

And if I have to say it, not everything is their fault.

For example, the water conservancy engineer asked the followers of the evil god to directly summon the power of gods to flood the dam. Let alone a simple earth and stone structure, even if it is made of iron, it cannot hold it.

It's a pity that Tenis is a quick shooter. Now he has finished reprimanding the bishops one by one and is panting back to the blue. He doesn't know whether he has finished his work or is preparing for the next round of eruption.

But before she made a clear choice, the Pope, who felt that she might be facing full damage, couldn't hold it in any longer and took the initiative to speak.

"Madam Archbishop, I share your anger."

The Hidden Archbishop probably learned from the Holy Light Church. If you want to become the pope here, you have to give up your name temporarily, which means that he has no personal affairs and can devote himself wholeheartedly to the affairs of the church.

So Tenis opened his mouth and said.

"His Majesty the Pope, I don't want to hear such softening language. Now is not the time to relax!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"What is it! Do you know that I was assassinated on the road?"

Since Mi Lin knew how to cover his face when he did this nasty thing and kept the bottom line of not breaking his face, then at least the two parties must maintain their appearance on the surface.

Therefore, Tenis also has a tacit understanding that he will not harm the bilateral relationship by identifying the opponent's identity. After all, if there is a fight now, 80% of the people who will suffer will be one of them.

But this doesn't mean that she will keep this secret in her stomach. There is no problem in at least sharing it with the Pope in front of her.

So the Pope's expression immediately became as if he had eaten a dead fly, but he did not dare to tell the truth, so he could only continue to be cowardly.

"We are already investigating the origin of the assassins. During this period, we have also removed several headquarters of the Evil God Church. The problems you discovered do exist, but we are also trying to make up for them!"

"snort."

Tenis pressed his hands on the table for a long time, then raised his head.

"You better be here!"

Everyone: "Yes, yes, yes!"

She had given up power for a long time, and despite her fierce words, no one seemed to dare to refute her. In fact, Tenis had no other choice but to rely on her old age and scold the powerful officials in front of her.

So the old lady shook her head and sighed silently.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw Ji Ming next to him.

Catch it.

"This is the divine choice chosen by Lord God in Sunshine City. You all remember his face. He is a very capable young man who will definitely achieve great things in the future."

There was another sentence: "At least I'm more capable than you mediocre people." She didn't say it. After all, it was better not to cause unreasonable hatred to others just for the sake of her temporary verbal pleasure.

After that, she dragged Ji Ming away.

? ? ?

He didn't react until he opened the door and entered the corridor, immersed in the unparalleled ruthlessness of the old lady scolding a table of old people.

"Wait a minute! Madam Archbishop, are we leaving just like that? Isn't it a bit... too hasty?"

"Oh yes."

Tenis seemed to have really remembered something, and dragged Ji Ming back like a pendant.

The old men and women around the round table have different expressions at the moment, just like "The Last Supper".

Some were talking, some were ashamed, and some simply hugged each other and cried. If they were painted, they would probably create a famous historical scene.

And after seeing Tenis kicking open the door, they, who had basically all studied under her hands, hurriedly sat down as if they had discovered that the head teacher was spying on the self-study class, pretending as if nothing had happened.

"you……"

The Pope was about to ask the Archbishop if she had anything else to do, when he saw her dragging Ji Ming out again.

"I still have something to do and I won't stay on the Holy Mountain. You give him a verification code and let him fly away by himself in the future. Farewell!"

After that, she left Ji Ming behind and ran away without looking back.

[Ah, here, by the way, Tenis shouldn’t have a mental breakdown and hide somewhere to cry alone]

"The old lady is very angry. I think she is more likely to find a rope and hang herself at the door."

As Tenis slammed the door and left for the second time, the atmosphere in the venue returned to the previous EMO after a brief embarrassment.

But the elders can cry and laugh, but at worst they can curse the old lady in their hearts for being so merciless. I will never cry when she dies and is buried!

But the Pope, who is the backbone and the mainstay, cannot let any dust fall on his face. He can only continue to sit in the middle with a sullen face, and he has to swallow everything in his stomach.

This is also the fundamental reason why Tenis did not expressly give him strength before. This is the face of the Holy Light in the mortal world, and it must be given enough face.

So instead of letting the elders continue to be negative, he thought about something to divert his attention. As a result, he glanced around and saw Ji Ming standing guard at the threshold.

"Ahem!"

He coughed a little stiffly and stretched out his hand to indicate Ji Ming's presence.

"Fellow church members, as seniors in the church, why are we patronizing our own seniors? It's so rude. Look, there is a junior here."