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Chapter 199 You'd better stop screwing over the guild leader!

Rumbling--

The massive stone archway, seemingly thirty meters high, slowly opened, silently signaling the successor's advance.

Catherine took the lead and walked through the massive stone archway for a full twenty minutes before arriving at the very center of this magnificent hall.

Ron followed closely behind, not daring to fall behind for fear that he might get trapped in this strange world if he wasn't careful.

Yes, that's right.

In Ron's perception, this was no longer reality, but a strange world similar to a "deep dimension".

However, unlike the deep, helpless descent, the journey to the temple is an "ascent".

High above, surpassing all, looking down upon all things.

No wonder Heinleit was able to build such a fortune; the 'Temple' truly has its unique features.
Because, in terms of the sheer shock it caused Ron, it far surpassed the impact of the "God of Wisdom" he had encountered not long ago.

In the very center of the temple, an extremely ornate and elaborate one-handed sword was stuck diagonally.

To the side of the one-handed sword, there was a shield decorated with a curved cross pattern.

"War", "Eternity", "Guardianship", "Betrayal", "High Wall", "Strong", "Glory".

The moment he saw these two things, a series of words suddenly flooded Ron's mind.

Indeed, even among the "forbidden truths," the "Temple" is considered to be of an exceptionally high level.
The next moment, Ron felt a sharp pain in his brain, and blood slowly trickled from his nose.

He subconsciously glanced around, and only out of the corner of his eye did he see Catherine seemingly bearing a huge burden, stepping forward to draw her longsword and raise her shield.

During this process, pure white flames erupted around her once again.

It took a full half hour to cover a mere ten meters before I finally managed to draw my one-handed sword without any major incident.

But just then, Ron caught a glimpse of emerald green out of the corner of his eye.

The tender, vibrant green shoots quickly grew into a sapling laden with fruit, endlessly taking root, growing, and spreading across the shield.
Some of the roots even burrowed directly into the flesh of Catherine's calves, as if trying to hollow her out and turn her into nourishment or a puppet.

Catherine immediately collapsed to the ground with a thud, intending to use her one-handed sword to cut off the roots of the sapling.

However, the sapling's roots repaired themselves extremely quickly, showing no signs of being controlled, only exhibiting an instinctive tendency to spread wildly.

"What are you waiting for? Get started!"

Just then, he heard anxious shouts from beside Ron. He turned his head and saw another Miss Catherine, who looked like she had stepped out of a myth.

Things were moving so fast that Ron was a little confused.

Fortunately, the status granted by the "Holy Light Meditation Method" allowed him to immediately see through what the sapling was.

"life"

That is pure life, ever-flowing and never-ending, a "life" that can find a way out no matter how desperate the situation.

How am I supposed to do this? Should I use a nuclear bomb to level the temple?

Ron subconsciously thought to himself, "What do you mean?"

This thing is definitely more resilient than Olivia; physical destruction is completely ineffective against it.

His mind raced, and he came up with an idea in less than half a second.

Suddenly, a solid light burst forth from the golden-haired boy's palm.

The moment this seemingly ancient light appeared, countless screams erupted throughout the entire hall.

The roots that had spread from the sapling quickly curled back, pushing it out of the area covered by the "Holy Light Healing Spell".

Even so, the concept of "life" is still rapidly adapting to this pain; the saplings' verdant green seems to turn crimson, and they even seem to be enjoying it.

I grass!

Ron's expression changed drastically; he never expected that even plants could be so monstrous these days.

At this critical moment, Catherine, carrying a magnificent longsword, quickly stood up and raised the shield with her left hand.

hum-

The entire "temple" suddenly trembled, as if an ancient and worn-out machine was humming.

White light flashed repeatedly in the "temple," forcibly suppressing the green light and throwing it into a heavy darkness that felt incredibly oppressive, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds.

bump--

In the dim light, Ron seemed to hear the sound of a huge iron gate and felt endless resentment and helplessness.

"Thank you. The inheritance ceremony is complete. Let's go back." Catherine sheathed her one-handed sword and patted Ron's shoulder with a sigh of relief.

What was that thing just now?

Ron asked instinctively.

Could there be a god being imprisoned in the temple?

Upon hearing this, Catherine shook her head and said hesitantly:

"I don't know exactly what it is, I only know it's dangerous."

As soon as she finished speaking, the incredibly beautiful blonde girl suddenly leaned down and spoke to Ron almost mouth-to-mouth:

"Well, now that my bloodline has fully awakened, would you like to be my queen?"

I've long since moved beyond low-level interests. Do I look like the kind of person who judges people by their looks?

Ron's lips twitched, and he subconsciously took a step or two back to change the subject.

“Miss Catherine, it’s getting late, and there’s still a lot of cleanup work to be done.”

The captured "King of Shit-Eating" must be handed over to the chairman, and everything seen and heard at the "Temple" must also be recorded in a work report.
Moreover, I also eliminated the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition, so I guess I'll really become a thorn in the side of the Vatican this time.
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"When you get old, if your prostate isn't functioning well, don't push yourself too hard, or you'll damage it."

In the garden bathed in seven-colored light, the black-haired woman picked up her teacup, took a sip, and spoke casually.

Seeing this, Cyrus VII picked up his teacup and took a sip as well.

"Young people are naive; it's too early to tell who will win or lose."

He responded with a double entendre.

The Pope believes that, whether it's holding in his pee or anything else, he will definitely not lose this time.

Because he had made ample preparations, not only devising a meticulous plan, but also having inside and outside collaborators.

As for Olivia's pointless game of holding in her pee, Cyrus VII completely disregarded it.

Yes, he wore two layers of diapers in advance.

Even so, the Pope still felt a bit stifled at this moment.

The current president of the Stardust Society is simply an animal. He's clearly drunk twice as much tea as last time, so why has he been able to hold out until now?
Just then, Gloria, holding a letter, strode into the garden. Her face was somber, and she paused for a moment when she saw Olivia.

No way?
Has something really gone wrong?

The black-haired woman took the letter and quickly glanced at it.

The handwriting on the letter was Ron's, which made Olivia unconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

This shows that, regardless of the outcome, good or bad, her capable assistants had the last laugh.

Olivia's amber eyes swept downwards, and she saw the first one.

[A vice-commander within the Knights colluded with the Papacy, setting up a dangerous ambush for me and Princess Catherine. However, the traitor has been eliminated by Miss Catherine and me.]

Seeing this, the black-haired woman nodded to herself, approving of her subordinate's handling of the situation.

【Uh, President, the Vatican also sent people to ambush us. I chopped off the head of the Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition.】

!

Olivia frowned for a moment, then relaxed, nodding to herself in approval.

She can handle this kind of pressure as a mere presiding judge.

The black-haired woman continued looking down.
[President, there's also a white-robed archbishop named Saint Eleanor, whom I've captured and is currently imprisoned in the Stardust Society's interrogation room.]

Upon seeing this, Olivia was stunned for a moment, then her heart tightened, fearing that Ron had also killed the white-robed archbishop.

No, we must go back as soon as possible!
She glanced furtively at Cyrus VII, who had also received the message, and sighed inwardly.

Ron, Ron, could you please stop screwing over the guild leader?

The White Archbishops are equivalent to the ministers of various departments within the Stardust Order, and the loss of one of them represents a significant blow.

Under such circumstances, the fact that Cyrus VII didn't hold her accountable was a testament to his successful cultivation of the Holy Light.

"Uh, well, I have something urgent to attend to, I'll be going now."

"But before I leave, I have to say something. They couldn't even beat two against four. Maybe the Vatican should just disband."

(End of this chapter)