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Chapter 272 Delulu Slaps the Pope

The Pope squinted, trying his best to make out who was approaching.

His legs trembled as he backed away, collapsing onto the bed with a thud.

His eyes were so wide with terror they almost popped out.

"Jesus...Jesus?"

There was a person standing at the door.

With long, brown, curly hair, wearing a white robe, and a gentle face, he looked exactly like Jesus in religious paintings.

But this was not enough to alarm the Pope, the supreme authority of Catholicism.

A halo hangs above Jesus' head.

Jesus was covered in a gentle, holy white light.

Five naked little angels flew around him.

Li Ji looked helpless: "Do I really have to be the one to go first?"

An urgent voice came from the doorway: "You're the youngest, so of course you go first. Hurry up and go in, meow."

Li Ji strode into the house, with God following closely behind.

God has a pair of white feathered wings on his back.

With just a gentle wave of the arm, golden light can be scattered.

Following God was Hong Xiuquan, dressed in a white robe.

Hong Tianwang held a nine-story pagoda, which shimmered with seven-colored glazed light.

Why are you carrying a pagoda?

"The King's Weapon, Meow."

"These two aren't even Heavenly Kings, are they?"

Hong Xiu followed his mother, Wang.

The Pope sat on the bed, looking at the four strangely dressed men who had suddenly barged in. His legs went weak, and he was completely unable to escape.

He asked, trembling, "Who are you people?"

Delulu looked helpless: "You're not the Pope, meow? How come you don't even recognize any of us, meow? How did you become the Pope, meow? Did you bribe someone, meow?"

How do you even know this?

Li Ji seemed to have heard something incredible.

Delulu sighed: "How can we possibly manage Catholic Cats when we're with a bunch of insects like you?"

She pointed to Li Jilong and introduced him solemnly: "This is Jesus Meow."

Lee Ki looked like he was about to die, like a child being forced to perform a show by his parents during Chinese New Year.

Seeing his slackness, Delulu quickly nudged him with her elbow and whispered, "Recite your lines, meow!"

Looking exhausted, Lee Ji mechanically recited his lines: "I am the way, the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father except through me."

The Pope stared blankly at Li Ji.

"I know you're playing Jesus, but who are you really? What is your purpose?"

Lee Ki was too lazy to act, so he turned to look at Dai Lulu.

Delulu walked aggressively in front of the Pope, startling him so much that he leaned back.

"First of all, he is Jesus himself, meow! Secondly, I haven't finished introducing the others yet, and you're being very impolite, meow! Didn't the Lord teach you to listen to others finish speaking, meow?"

The Pope was taken aback: "I'm sorry, Lord, please forgive my sins."

Shark Baby shouted excitedly, "I forgive!"

"What are you forgiving?"

The Pope turned his head and saw that the white-bearded old man with wings was lying on all fours on the ground, his wings swaying behind him like a griffin.

"I am the Lord, I forgive you."

Delulu smiled slightly: "Let me introduce you, meow! This is God, meow!"

Shark Baby lay on the ground, grinning sheepishly.

The Pope frowned. The portrayal of Jesus was fairly accurate, but the portrayal of God was utter nonsense.

He shouted excitedly, "This is blasphemy against God! God doesn't look like this!"

Delulu retorted excitedly, "God is invisible, so what gives you the right to assume God's appearance? Do you think you can monopolize people's ideas about God just because you're the Pope? Besides, this is God, and it's not your place, a servant, to decide what God looks like!"

The Pope was rendered speechless by Delulu's scathing remarks.

What right do I have to assume what God looks like?
Lee Ki was laughing so hard he almost fell over. Sure enough, magic had to be used to defeat magic.

The Pope suddenly realized something was wrong.

"That's not right. So what gives you the right to assume what God looks like?"

"We didn't make any assumptions, meow. God is just like this, meow."

God lay on the ground and smiled slightly at the Pope, then scratched his face with his hind leg.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could God scratch his face with his hind foot!"

"God is all-knowing and all-powerful, so why can't He scratch his face with his hind paw, meow? Don't interrupt us as we're introducing ourselves, meow!"

After saying that, Delulu slapped the Pope.

The Pope covered his burning cheeks, unsure of what to do.

He became the second pope to be slapped since 1309.

The previous pope committed suicide after being slapped and unable to bear the humiliation.

Today I was kidnapped, dressed as a woman, and now I've been slapped. It feels like dying once isn't enough.

What happened to the Vatican's supposedly tight security?
What happened to the promise that the bodyguards were all hand-picked elite soldiers from around the world?
Why are those four people sleeping so peacefully at the door?
How did these four strange people get in?
Why has it been so long and no one has noticed that the Pope is in trouble?
In the monitoring room of the Papal Palace, the security guards on duty watched the footage on the monitors.

The actual footage had long been replaced by Delulu.

He saw that the four strong bodyguards were still standing guard at the Pope's door.

He took a sip of coffee: "No wonder he's a top-tier soldier, he gives you a sense of security just by looking at him. I hope the Pope has a good dream tonight. May God bless him."

In the Pope's bedroom, Delulu continued introducing the members.

She pushed Wang forward: "This is God's wife, the real Holy Mother, Meow."

"She is Mary?"

The Pope looked at the ancient rural woman from the Celestial Empire with a surprised expression.

With his yellow skin and sunken nose, it's hard to associate him with the Virgin Mary.

Delulu retorted angrily, "What Maria, meow? Don't mention that usurper to me, meow. This is my birth mother, God's true wife, Wang, meow."

Milia smiled and waved to the Pope: "Hi!"

The Pope's head was buzzing: "Then who are you?"

Delulu smiled: "Finally, we've asked about the most important person today, meow."

"I am the legitimate son of God, the younger brother of Jesus, the Heavenly King of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, the guardian of Jintian Village, the true heir of the Heavenly Kingdom, the master of Jerusalem, and the actual owner of the Vatican. I am Hong Xiuquan!"

Dailulu put her hands on her hips and proudly puffed out her chest.

God showered golden light on her left side.

Jesus danced with holy light on her right.

The real dragon on the golden robe, with eyes like abysses, is staring at the Pope.

This was the second time he had heard that name today.

He finally understood what the little black boy had said.

Seeing God, it turns out, is seeing this kind of God!

This man named Hong Xiuquan must be the mastermind behind it all.

The Pope feigned composure, trying his best to control his trembling body and sit up straight.

If today is truly my death day, I should die with dignity.

Is it not an honor for believers to sacrifice their lives for their faith?

He said sternly, "You orchestrated everything today, didn't you? What is your purpose?"