Chapter 442: The Papal Controversy (1)

"The Grand Duke of the Blood Clan, his strength is indeed not weak, comparable to the strong man at the peak of the third tier, if he cultivates a few more secrets of the blood clan, he is afraid that he can compete with the good hands of the fourth tier, but the blood clan seems to have not obtained the right to inherit during the Pope's lifetime." An archbishop spoke painlessly.

"That's right, if you don't have the qualifications to inherit, you can meddle rashly, I'm afraid it's not good."

"There are originally three heirs, and the blood clan rashly intervened, and offended the three forces at once, I'm afraid it's not necessary."

Behind the three heirs, the three archbishops are on par with the Verdict, and Nia is the weakest, but behind her, there are also the three legions of the Dark Pope, the knight legion of more than 20,000 people, among which there are many high-potential talents.

And the blood clan, although it seems to be strong, but in the face of the three forces at once, it will be unbearable.

"Nia, as long as you agree to my proposal, today, you will be the Pope." Joseph, with pale lips, suddenly spoke.

Delenn's face twitched slightly, but he still stopped speaking, even so, even if this woman was allowed to rule the Dark Holy See for hundreds of years, it was not going to fall into the hands of his Joseph family in the end.

Niya glanced around, the blood venerable's face was gloomy and terrifying, once the forces behind the two candidates joined forces, his blood clan would not have a chance.

And the faces of the three archbishops are also a little ugly, if the blood clan can't interfere in the election, Niya, who has the support of the ruling, obviously has the upper hand.

"I'm afraid I can't, if I want to inherit the throne of the pope, the first is to look at the leadership ability to see if he can convince the public, and the second is his personal force, His Majesty the Pope of all dynasties is comparable to the existence of god-level powerhouses, although this time because of the change, but the strength of the successor, I don't want to be too far apart, otherwise, when the time comes, if the Holy Temple of Light attacks, how can we resist?" Blood Venerable sneered.

"Yes, the thousands of years of inheritance of my Dark Holy See must not be destroyed on our generation."

"What the Blood Venerable said is reasonable, it's better to let them fight on their own."

"I second."

Soon, the blood side and the three bishops all reached a unified consensus.

"Okay, then let the three heirs divide the winners and losers, how about it?"

Blood Venerable glanced at Deren coldly, he knew this guy's careful thoughts, and said disdainfully, "Since they are all competing for the position of Pope, then, why don't you let my people consider their strength." "Mitheus of the William family, breaking through the realm of the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan, is only more than a hundred years old, still relatively young, and he does not need too much human blood to replenish his combat power, even against the master of the fourth tier, then he can fight.

"Okay, how about I wait for an hour of pranayama each, and then have a ring fight?" Joseph took a step forward.

"Ring fights? Since there are four people, why don't we face off 2v2 and directly elect two for the final papal battle? Mitheus licked his lips and smiled wickedly.

"I think it's better for everyone to take turns to fight three battles, otherwise, some people will be opportunistic." Lanzel knew that among the four people present, the strongest were undoubtedly him and Joseph.

And the one of the blood clans, even if they are on top, they are sure that they can solve it, and their origin has also created their strength, and the weakest Niya, in addition to their noble status, they don't pay attention to it at all.

"That woman, if I win, she belongs to me." Lanzel's eyes were a little hot, and a peerless enchantress like Niya naturally wanted it.

"Okay, let's face each other one-on-one, and the last two will have a decisive battle." Originally, the blood clan was excluded, but for the sake of balance, the Inquisition and the Pope's legacy both chose to agree.

Eventually, an hour later, they drew lots to decide their opponents.

In the square outside the main hall, the first person to appear was Joseph and the Grand Duke of Mitheus of the Bloodline.

"Whew", Mitheus, who raised his feet and rolled up countless fishy winds, came to the front in an instant, and what he was good at was naturally hand-to-hand combat.

But it just so happened that Joseph, who had practiced cross swordsmanship since he was a child, was also eager to fight in close quarters.

"Whoever emerges between us will win, and I will leave a seriously injured guy for His Highness Nia." Joseph glanced at Nia who was preparing on the sidelines, his eyes flashed with fire, and he stepped forward and drew his sword out of its sheath in vain.

"Qiang", the sharp sword, criss-crossed in all directions, a sword was to force Mitheus back, and a little under his feet was to stretch out the wings behind him and come to the sky. However, even though his reaction and speed were fast, his clothes were also cut to pieces.

"Okay." De Lun stroked his palms and laughed, he was naturally happy that his son's swordsmanship could have such attainments.

"Hmph." Blood Venerable sneered, he personally gave essence blood, and when he cultivated the second Grand Duke for the William family at once, but sometimes more than a dozen marquis competed, and Na Mitheus was able to be selected by him, so naturally he had some ability.

"Blood Swallowing", sure enough, at the moment when it rose into the air, a cloud of blood appeared above Mitheus's head, and the momentum of the sea of blood was stretched to the extreme by him, and the crowd that was originally standing outside the battle outside the ten-zhang Kai was already involuntarily retreating towards a hundred zhang away.

However, a sword light was more terrifying than the sea of blood, but a blood-colored cross was condensed in the air, which broke the entire blood-colored sky, and the aftermath was undiminished, and a sword shattered Mitheus's body.

"Bad?" The faces of many Blood Clan monks changed drastically, they didn't expect that this newly promoted Grand Duke of their own side would be defeated so easily.

"Slap" However, the flesh and blood that exploded in the air turned into black clouds in the sky, and if you looked closely, it was a blood-colored crow with red eyes.

"Blood Raven Attack", this is Mitheus's second secret art, it is reduced to zero, but the power is not attenuated at all, and in an instant, it envelops Joseph who is standing below.

The dense blood crow almost obscured Joseph's figure, and the blood crow's ability to devour flesh and blood was much stronger than that of bats.

"Blood clan, there are really a lot of mixed bloods." An S-class powerhouse from the adjudication office couldn't help but sneer.

"Yes, our blood clan has a long heritage, maybe your ancestors have the blood of our blood clan." One of the Blood Clan Marquis also replied.

The face of the person in the adjudication office changed, his five fingers were tight, and a bit of murderous aura appeared in his eyes.

"Yo, that's angry? It seems that the guys in your adjudication office don't have a good stomach. The man was still mocking.

The S-class powerhouse of the Inquisitioning Office glanced at Delen, who was seated, lowered his head, and ignored the man, now, Joseph's battle is the most important thing.

"Ding Ding Ding" In the field of vision of those strong people, Joseph was still insisting, his sword qi condensed a sword wall in front of him, which was an absolute defense condensed by fast fighting and countless sword swings.

"Wu'er has practiced swords since he was a child, when he was five years old, he had to swing his sword five thousand times a day, and when he was ten years old, he had swung his sword more than 10,000 times every morning, year after year, day after day, when the sword light that shook out of his wrist had exceeded 100 times, he was still practicing swords, and he still waved his wrist 10,000 times." Delen's eyes were full of relief, such a speed of swinging the sword, he saw the possibility of his son surpassing himself.

"It's not over yet." Blood Venerable squinted his eyes, calculating the time, that kid should also make a third move.

Sure enough, just as his words fell, a blood shadow pierced through the void, and a single blow pierced through countless sword lights, and before the sword light could condense, a punch hit Joseph's chest.

"Bang ......", Joseph's whole person, like a cannonball, flew out upside down and hit the city wall directly a hundred meters away.

The stone wall was shattered, and cobweb-like cracks spread out in all directions, and Mitheus, who had transformed into a blood crow in the sky, was already taking advantage of the victory to pursue.

"Cross slash", Joseph's eyes were full of violence, the moment he jumped off the stone wall in the air, the tip of the sword continued to move in his palm, and the blood-colored cross in the sky condensed towards one place, and the huge cross that rose more than thirty feet in the storm fell on a group of blood crows.

"......Boom" There was a loud bang, and the blood crows scattered and flew under the sword intent, flying a few meters away, and all of them turned into blood and water to the ground, and the figure of Mitheus was also hit, and the whole person flew to the ground, sliding on the ground for more than 20 steps before turning over and rising.

"It's so strong." The strong onlookers all changed color a little, and these two blows, if they were against them, were almost a must-kill blow.

"Click, click", Joseph's big stride, as fast as a meteor, a sword, a thick cross-sword, fell directly on the other party's shoulder.

"Click", almost everyone present heard the sound of Mitheus's bones shattering.

At the same time as the faces of the blood clan changed greatly, they all stood up.

And with a wave of his hand, Blood Venerable stopped them all.

"Poof", a mouthful of reverse blood gushed out of Mitheus's mouth, and his face suddenly became extremely pale.

"Admit defeat, otherwise, I will kill you immediately." Joseph sneered.

"yes, then you can do it." When almost everyone thought that Mitheus was crazy, the corners of Blood Venerable's mouth were slightly raised.

Just when Joseph was about to swing his sword and cut down, he suddenly found that his body was already entangled in countless blood-colored silk threads at some point, and on the ground, the blood crow that had collapsed and turned into blood before, and the blood spit out by Mitheus before, were just preparing for this secret technique.

"Huh", Mitheus stepped a little under his feet, stepped back a few meters, sealed his hands, raised his head with a bit of a victor's attitude, and looked at Joseph with burning eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm bound by the blood spirit, even if it's a powerhouse of the fifth tier, I can't break free, you, admit defeat." ”

One second, the victory is reversed.