It's so hard being a hero!

If they act simultaneously, it would pose a great threat to those around Leo.

"Archbishop, hurry and arrest the cultists! And Senior Griffin, you saw it, right? The cultists are openly participating in our empire's internal strife. Is there anything more to say?"

"Leo said loudly."

Griffin clenched his fist, while the archbishop continued leading his men into the palace.

Chapter 103 The Chaotic Situation

The old emperor remained seated on his throne in the palace, watching everything unfold outside.

However, when he saw Milo appear with a group of people of unknown origin, a deep look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

It's strange. The people Milo brought were arranged by the Temple of Desire. Isn't it normal for him to cooperate with the Temple of Desire now?

"Daniela, is this also your arrangement?" the old emperor asked calmly.

Daniela smiled, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

“Your Majesty, the Second Prince is a very opinionated person. He is more suitable than Leo to be the next emperor.”

The old emperor did not respond to that statement.

He simply looked at Milo's smug face in the mirror, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest twice, and then slowly closed his eyes.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

The battle in the square then broke out completely.

Noch and Vic's figures flashed past each other rapidly, black light and firelight clashing constantly.

Adeline and Frey were locked in a fierce battle on the east side of the square, their dark red blood mist clashing and intertwining with golden magical light, causing the surrounding buildings to crack from the aftershocks.

Ordinary nobles and ministers had long since retreated to a distance.

But the knights behind Milo haven't made a move yet.

Leo, on the other hand, had no one left to protect him.

"Go and take down Leo," Milo gestured to the people behind him.

Then, the knights clad in heavy black armor rushed towards Leo's location.

Their movements were synchronized and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

Leo was left with only a few dozen loyal guards, and was completely at a disadvantage against hundreds of knights enhanced by the power of desire.

"Protect His Highness the Crown Prince."

Several guards drew their swords and stood in front, but they were quickly overwhelmed and scattered by the black-robed knights.

The black-robed knights were very powerful.

"Big brother, just admit defeat."

Milo stood at a distance, looking confident of victory.

He even straightened his collar, as if he were attending a banquet rather than a military coup.

"The Emperor's order has been issued. Your continued resistance will only lead to more deaths."

Leo ignored him and turned to look in another direction, his gaze landing on Griffin.

Griffin remained standing near the palace gate. He had retreated to the side after being defeated by Vic, his warhammer resting on the ground, his eyes fixed on the chaotic situation in the center of the battlefield.

Leo looked at Griffin and said, "Commander Griffin, don't you understand? These people are no longer citizens of the Empire. The people Milo brought are all people of the evil god."

Griffin clenched his fist slightly after hearing this.

Of course he could see it.

“Senior Griffin.”

Just then, Vic's voice came down from high above, sounding somewhat anxious.

"Can't you see it? Do you want the Crown Prince of the Empire to die at the hands of cultists?"

These words struck Griffin like a hammer blow to the heart.

His eyes flickered several times before he finally looked up at the people Milo had brought.

"Royal Knights, heed my command!"

Griffin's voice boomed across the square like thunder.

"Take down these outsiders of unknown origin."

The Royal Knights looked at each other, hesitated for less than two seconds, and then simultaneously pounced on the group of black-clad warriors led by the King.

They might be confused by the old emperor's orders, or have doubts about Leo's coup, but they believed Griffin's words.

"Yes!"

Hundreds of royal knights responded in unison and then charged toward the black-robed knights.

Then the two forces collided violently in the center of the square.

Although the Royal Knights were not opponents enhanced by the power of desire, their training and equipment were clearly superior, and their teamwork was excellent, with a well-organized formation.

While the black-robed knights were individually more powerful, they were immediately put on the defensive when faced with the collective charge of the Royal Knights.

“Griffin”.

Milo's expression changed instantly. He pointed at Griffin and raised his voice eight octaves.

"Are you disobeying His Majesty's orders? Are you also going to become a traitor?"

Griffin smashed a charging black-robed knight away with a hammer, then turned to Milo and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, I am the captain of the Royal Knights for three generations, protecting the legitimate royal family. Whether the people you brought were ordered by His Majesty or your own idea, I don't care."

"But this old minister will absolutely not allow these cultists of unknown origin to tarnish the royal bloodline."

These words carried weight and moved many in the audience.

Milo's face turned pale and then red. He opened his mouth to retort, but found that he couldn't find the right words to respond.

Because what Griffin said was true.

The black-robed knights he brought were indeed from the Temple of Desire.

"Go for it, don't hold back anymore."

Miloy stopped pretending and waved to the remaining black-robed knights behind him, his voice carrying a hint of ferocity.

“You lot, kill Griffin, kill Leo.”

These black-robed figures unleashed their knightly powers; the four king-level experts simultaneously pounced on Griffin.

Griffin fearlessly stepped forward to meet him.

Meanwhile, at the imperial palace...

Archbishop Clem led the Papacy's men unimpeded and was about to arrive at the palace where the Emperor was located.

"Remember, when you see cult members later, don't pay attention to what the emperor says. The emperor is no longer normal."

"Clem said in a deep voice."

Finally, they passed through an archway, and the view suddenly opened up before them, revealing the palace gates.

However, at that moment, a person was standing in front of the gate.

It was naturally Daniela. She placed her hands together in front of her, her posture elegant and composed. Although she was clearly at a disadvantage, she still had a calm smile on her face, as if she were a host who had been waiting for a long time to welcome her guest.

As soon as Clem saw the other person, he immediately recognized him.

"It really is Ophira. I was wondering why an eleventh-tier king-level alchemist suddenly appeared. So it was you."

Clem stopped and frowned.

"Hehe, it's been a long time, Archbishop Clem."

Daniela nodded slightly, greeting her as if she were seeing an old acquaintance.

"The last time we met was more than fifty years ago, wasn't it? You look a lot older."

Clem ignored her pleasantries and said coldly, "The Vatican thought you were long dead, but it turns out you secretly defected to the Temple of Desire."

"Hehe! Fortunately, I have joined the Temple of Desire. My god has granted me a longer lifespan and youth. Would you like to experience this feeling?"

Daniela chuckled softly, then stretched out her hand, palm up.

The next moment, a ball of dark purple magic began to pulsate in her palm.

That power exuded a strong aura of desire, like a burning purple flame.

"Besides, it was His Majesty who asked me to treat him and prolong his life. What? The Holy See can't do anything about it, so are they going to stop His Majesty from finding a solution?" Daniela said with a wicked smile.

Clem frowned even more deeply.

"Healing the disease? You used the power of an evil god to control His Majesty and make him attack the Orc Empire. Is this what you call healing the disease? You clearly want His Majesty to be unable to go to heaven after death."

Daniela's smile faded slightly, but it didn't disappear completely.

She tilted her head and looked at Clem, speaking in a tone as if she were watching a child throw a tantrum: "Your Church is always like this, calling people evil gods and heretics. Is your God of Light really that righteous? It's just that different perspectives lead to different conclusions."

Clem didn't bother arguing with her anymore. He raised the golden scepter in his hand, and a warm and dazzling light shone from the tip of the scepter.

"Enough! Today I am here on the orders of His Holiness the Pope to arrest you."

Daniela looked at the golden light, and the smile on her face finally vanished completely.

Her tone remained calm, but beneath that calm lay a hint of coldness.

"Archbishop, I know you are strong, but are you sure you won't hurt His Majesty if you fight me here?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Clem's head.

The old emperor was in the palace behind them. If he fought Daniela here, even a slight aftershock could kill the already exhausted old emperor.

But if he kills the old emperor, then he'll be in big trouble.

The Pope gave him a strict order: he must ensure the old emperor's safety.

"You? A heretic is a heretic, shameless."

Clem cursed angrily.