Chapter 663 - 455: An Unexpected Intrusion

Listening to Dean’s words!

The disciples below seemed like a powder keg being ignited, instantaneously erupting—

"What? Elder Dean, how can you say such things?!"

"As the Great Elder of the Dark Church Court, you are simply trampling on the dignity of our Dark Church Court!"

"Too outrageous!"

Several senior black-robed Elders were exceptionally furious at this moment!

Their chests heaved violently, saliva spraying out:

"Dean, you coward!"

"To dare address the enemy of the Church Court as ’Sir’?!"

"Simply rubbish, yet you’ve been frightened out of your wits?!"

The disciples all looked at Dean with extreme disappointment!

It is hardly believable that the Great Elder they have always respected has become like this unknowingly?

"To me, Elder Dean already harbors other intentions towards the Dark Church Court!"

"Perhaps he secretly colluded with the enemy long ago, otherwise, why would he speak for them?"

"In that case, the Pope’s death might have other hidden truths?"

...

Amidst increasingly intense discussions!

People even began to suspect that Dean was the true murderer of the Pope!

Their gazes towards him gradually turned hostile!

Seeing this!

Dean stood on the high platform, his brows furrowed into a deadlock.

The faces below filled with fanaticism!

Their eyes flickered with a longing to rule Earth!

As if their minds were clouded with lard!

He knew, no matter how hard he tried to explain, they wouldn’t listen to a single word.

Thus!

He simply slowly closed his eyes, the last trace of anxiety on his face fading away, leaving only silence and helplessness.

"Forget it, saying more is useless."

...

"Everyone, the current urgent task is to elect a new Pope!"

And at this moment.

Seeing Dean retreating to the side, several black-robed Elders immediately stepped to the main position and loudly announced!

"After electing a new Pope, we can continue to be led!"

"Avenge the Old Pope!"

"Purge the traitors!"

"Simultaneously rule the world!"

With such words spoken!

The noise level below the platform suddenly rose by eight degrees!

Clearly, this was the original theme of the meeting—

"Elect a new Pope!"

Someone shouted out first, like a spark thrown into a pot of oil, instantly igniting everyone’s emotions.

"Elect a new Pope!"

Then people began to shout collectively!

Several black-robed Elders gestured for everyone to be quiet and then said:

"Alright! Let us begin electing the new Pope right now, everyone can say their suitable candidates!"

Upon hearing!

People started talking all at once!

Names of everyone were mentioned!

However!

There was still a louder voice that drowned out all the noise:

"I propose, the new Pope should be chosen from among the Elders! After all, each of them is qualified!"

"Of course! Dean the Great Elder does not have such qualification!"

People quieted down!

Then started a new round of chatter:

"Makes sense!"

"I recommend Third Elder, he’s the youngest!"

"I recommend Fourth Elder, he was the most favored student of the Old Pope!"

...

Dean coldly watched this farce.

However!

As this intense election reached its midpoint!

Cre-eak—

A soft sound suddenly came from the entrance!

Everyone looked towards the sound!

Only to see the heavy black gold door, which required three people to push open,

was gently pushed open by a lone figure!

Against the light, a silhouette stepped in slowly.

...

People saw—

It was a youth from the Orient!

Clearly youthful in appearance yet carrying a quietude incongruent with the surrounding frenzy, and a faint smile!

He walked towards everyone.

His steps were not fast, each step firmly placed, as if he was not intruding into the blood and violence-filled Dark Church Court!

But leisurely strolling in his own courtyard!

The aura around him was mild yet inexplicably made people’s breaths hitch.

"Who is this person?!"

The noise below the platform seemed to be cut off by an invisible hand!

But after a moment of stupefaction!

Anger explode on everyone’s face—

"Where did this yellow-skin brat come from?"

"Dare to intrude into the Holy Land of our Dark Church Court, are you tired of living?"

"If you have any sense, kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"Otherwise, we’ll grind your bones and scatter the ashes, feeding them to wild dogs!"

...

And just then!

Dean, who had been silently retreating to a corner, suddenly seemed to be drained of all strength.

His pupils abruptly shrank, his face turned "whiter" in an instant, as if he had seen a ghost, recoiling two steps violently!

"Lin... Lin Lang sir, you’ve come."

At the moment his words hit the floor, his body trembled like a leaf in the autumn wind, hardly able to stand firm.