I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

Wei's lips whispered softly in Zhang Chen's ear: "Master, please give me strength." The voice was like the breeze at night, soft and rhythmic.

Full of endless temptation and charm.

"What a little fairy that I can't take my eyes off!"

Even in a drunken state, she still exudes an irresistible charm.

After a fatal hit.

Zhang Chen put down her delicate body, and the slightly swaying candlelight reflected on his resolute face.

He stood up and stroked the saint's face, with a hint of pity and tenderness in his eyes.

Then he took out a new white dress from Xiaogu and put it on her.

Zhang Chen slowly put her torn clothes into place.

Elena felt his tenderness and a warm feeling rose in her heart.

"Master, you are so kind!" Elena's voice was like the night breeze, soft and moving.

Zhang Chen raised his head, his eyes filled with inquiry and curiosity, "Saint!"

"Hmm~" Elena responded, her voice a little drunken and coquettish.

"Saint, what is your name?" Zhang Chen has always had this question, and his heart is full of confusion.

The Saint is just a code name, not a real name.

Elena sighed softly, with a hint of resentment in her eyes, "Since I was born, the Pope has given me the title of Saint."

"Apart from training, I attend meetings of the Holy See and never have a name."

"There are many saints in the Vatican."

"We have no name of our own except to complete tasks for the Pope."

"No one cared about us until we died."

Zhang Chen looked at her, with a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

"Please give me a name, Master." There was a hint of expectation and pleading in Elena's voice.

Zhang Chen gently stroked her golden hair, which was like golden threads in the sun, soft and shining. "Elena!" he whispered, "This name suits you very well."

A hint of surprise and emotion flashed in Elena's eyes, "Thank you, Master, for giving me the name." She thanked him obediently, with a hint of trembling and gratitude in her voice.

His fingers continued to gently stroke her hair, the movement was gentle and delicate, as if soothing the pain in her heart.

I have never felt such warmth and comfort.

A warm feeling surged in her heart, as if she had found a long-lost sense of belonging.

The flickering candlelight, shining on the figures of the two, seemed particularly warm and peaceful.

Despite the ever-changing situation in the outside world, Elena now snuggled in Zhang Chen's arms, enjoying the moment of peace that belonged to them.

The next morning, the sun had just peeked out from the horizon, and its golden light shone on the high walls of the Western Palace, giving this ancient building a mysterious glow.

Zhang Chen led the girls to the Vatican's palace.

Saint Elena was wearing a white robe, with her golden hair falling on her shoulders like a waterfall, and her clear blue eyes sparkled with determination.

Zhang Chen was wearing a black cloak, his face was stern, and there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Wherever they passed by, people would always turn around and look sideways.

"Remember, no matter what happens later, we must stay calm." The saint whispered to her two sisters. Her voice was like the morning breeze, gentle but with unquestionable power.

"Don't worry, Sister Saint, I know what I'm doing." Little Kana looked at Elena with a smile.

Seeing the three girls talking and laughing, Zhang Chen's mouth corners slightly raised, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

Walking into the palace, everything in front of him made Zhang Chen frown slightly.

There was chaos in the palace, as if it had just experienced a storm.

The ministers each held an opinion and the argument was so deafening that it almost overturned the magnificent palace.

The ornate chandeliers swayed gently in the vibrations, and the huge stained-glass windows reflected colorful lights.

The elderly ministers' faces were filled with anger and anxiety.

No one could tolerate the matricide pope leading the people.

The ministers could no longer tolerate the current situation.

They kept waving their hands, accusing, arguing, and yelling, as if the air was filled with gunpowder.

However, Fehrman, who was sitting on the throne, sat there expressionlessly, scanning the ministers coldly, as if he was looking at a group of dead people who were destined to be executed.

His gaze was cold and cruel, able to penetrate people's hearts and expose everyone's fears and anxieties.

Feldman sneered in his heart. In order to cover up the mistakes he had made, he did not hesitate to overturn the rules set by the old Pope and ascended the throne as the new Pope.

Chapter 374 Is he a prince?

He coughed lightly.

All the noise from the ministers who had not yet decided the winner came to an abrupt end.

Soldiers supporting Feldman broke into the hall, each of them wearing armor and holding a knife against the minister's neck with a ferocious look.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed, leaving only the sounds of heavy breathing and heartbeats.

Zhang Chen strode into the palace, his footsteps echoing on the spacious stone floor.

As soon as he entered the room, he seemed to carry an irresistible aura, and his eyes were as sharp as torches, seeming to be able to penetrate everything.

He wore a tailored

Little Kana followed closely behind, her bright big eyes flashing with a strange light, as if she could see through people's hearts.

All they saw was a girl wearing a pink Lolita skirt, the hem of her skirt swaying, making her look particularly cute.

But what is this occasion?

How could a little girl like her come in?

"Who are you?" Feldman looked at the man in front of him, who was wearing a black windbreaker with his lapels fluttering in the wind, and looked particularly handsome, and asked, "How dare you break into the hall?"

He just felt that the person in front of him was familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"I am the messenger sent by the Pope!" Zhang Chen introduced himself.

"God's messenger?" Fehrman asked in disbelief: "Are you Zhang Chen?"

All the ministers were whispering to each other.

No impression of this person.

"Your Highness is right, I am Zhang Chen!"

"Humph, nonsense, you..." He was clearly the target of the Pope's assassination.

How could he possibly order you to come to the Imperial City?

This is impossible.

When Feldman saw the saint standing beside him, he became furious.

"Come here, kill this saint on the spot."

If I hadn't been drunk yesterday and mistook my mother for someone in front of me, how could such a disaster have occurred?

Before the soldiers could take action, Zhang Chen stood in front of the saint.

"This is the Holy Lady of the Holy See. She represents the Pope."

"Could it be that Prince Fehrman wants to take this opportunity to accuse us of a crime that he did not commit, so that he can proclaim himself the Pope?"

"Rule the entire Vatican?"

Zhang Chen's words exposed Feldman's conspiracy, and the furious Feldman gave the order.

"The messenger of God has come at the right time. This prince is planning to usurp the throne and become the Pope!" the minister said loudly.

The remaining few people also nodded silently in agreement.

But with a knife at their necks, those cowardly ministers dared not say anything.

"In that case, I will deal with you, the rebellious son, on behalf of the Pope." Zhang Chen smiled proudly at Feldman.

moment.

The soldiers in steel armor came towards Zhang Chen.

"Looking for death!" Zhang Chen said coldly, with a hint of disdain in his voice.

I saw the little girl with black hair and twin ponytails rushing out.

Xiao Kana gently raised her hand, her fingers as slender as bamboo, and controlled the brains of those soldiers.

Control abilities are under her command.

The soldiers' movements became sluggish, as if they were restrained by an invisible force.

Saint Elena seized the opportunity and quickly pulled out the dagger with lightning speed.

Her golden hair drew a graceful arc in the air, and the blade of the dagger glowed coldly, killing the rebels one by one.

"Ah!" A soldier screamed, and the knife flashed, and his throat was cut. Blood splattered on the red carpet on the ground, like a blooming flower, red and dazzling.

"You bunch of rubbish!" Feldman's face suddenly changed. He didn't expect things to develop to this point. However, before he could react, Zhang Chen had already appeared in front of him.

I saw Feldman summoning those zombies.

Zombies emerged from the ground.

The smell of their decay filled the entire hall.

They all rushed towards Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen's eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could see through Feldman's thoughts.

"Your game is over," Zhang Chen said coldly. A light flashed in his hand, and he killed the zombies in the hall one by one, his movements were clean and neat, without any delay.

A trace of fear and despair flashed in Feldman's eyes, and he knew that he had no way out.

Zhang Chen’s strength far exceeded his expectations, and the entire palace seemed to be under his control.

"You--" Feldman's voice was trembling. Before he could finish his words, Zhang Chen had already inserted the dagger into his heart, ending his life.

Feldman's body fell weakly on the throne, the light in his eyes gradually faded, filled with reluctance and despair.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually returned to calm. Zhang Chen stood in the center with a gleam of victory in his eyes.

"Xiao Kana, you did a good job." Zhang Chen looked at Xiao Kana approvingly. She smiled sweetly, revealing two dimples.

"Hmph, these people are too weak." Little Kana pouted, looking a little dissatisfied.

"Don't be anxious, the road ahead is still long and there are plenty of opportunities." Zhang Chen looked into the distance, as if he had already seen a more distant future.

"God's messenger, you actually killed the prince?" A minister asked with his eyes as big as copper bells and a trembling voice.

Zhang Chen had a calm expression, with his hands crossed over his chest, as if the bloody scene just now had no effect on him.

"He tried to usurp the throne. Even if the Pope were present, he would order the execution of this prince who killed his mother and brother."

The other ministers turned their heads and looked at the princes who had already died in the corner, their faces pale.

They were all panicked in an instant.

During the melee just now, no one noticed that the princes had been assassinated.

"This...what is going on?" A minister's voice trembled, and he could hardly hold the scepter in his hand.

"No one except Feldman could do such a thing." Another minister gritted his teeth, his tone full of anger and fear.

Saint Elena raised her hand gracefully, "This is the envoy of God Zhang Chen, also His Royal Highness the Prince, the future successor to the Pope."

"Is he a prince?" a minister repeated doubtfully, his eyes full of confusion.

"Yes, the Pope sent him to replace the prince." Elena's voice was as cold as ice, as if there was no room for doubt.

"What can be proved?" another minister questioned, his eyes full of suspicion.