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

"Yes!" The ten saints stood up immediately. Their movements were as smooth as flowing water. They instantly transformed from gentle maids into warriors in combat state.

They have changed from their previous gentleness, and every action they take is now full of determination and firmness.

Chapter 383 Surrender

By the hot spring pool, several saints slowly stood up from the water, water droplets slid down their hair, sparkling like pearls inlaid on silk.

Their hair was wet and draped over their shoulders, with drops of water occasionally sliding down from the ends of their hair and dripping onto their smooth skin.

The saints gently put on white bathrobes, which were soft and fit their curves.

The belt is casually tied around the waist, revealing the white neck and collarbone, like a beautiful painting.

Their feet were soft and tender, stepping gently on the floor tiles.

The heat from the hot spring has not yet completely dissipated, and it permeates the air, adding a hazy beauty to the entire courtyard.

The bathrobe opened slightly as she moved, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white skin.

Her jelly was faintly visible under her bathrobe, rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

The palace in the center that Zhang Chen gave them was relatively small.

But there are also a dozen rooms.

"Start from the first room, and don't leave any corner behind."

"Hurry, and report any findings immediately." There was a hint of coldness in the leading saint's eyes, and a hint of unquestionable majesty in her voice.

"Yes!"

Their long skirts fluttered as they ran, revealing a pair of snow-white thighs.

Each thigh is like a carved jade, shimmering softly in the sunlight.

Their feet made a slight sound as they stepped on the floor tiles.

Zhang Chen's eyes fell on the tall saint. Her long skirt fluttered as she ran, and the curve of her hips swayed gently with her movements.

The white bathrobes fluttered behind them, making them look as holy as angels, yet carrying an irresistible danger.

"It's not here!" The voice of a saint came from a distance. Her figure flashed from a room like a ghost, with a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in her eyes.

"Keep searching, don't miss any corner!" the leading saint said coldly, her eyes like a sharp sword, sweeping through every corner.

"There's nothing here either!" The voice of another saint came from a distance, and her figure was like a white lightning, quickly and gracefully shuttling through the corridors of the palace.

"Keep searching, don't let your guard down!" The leading saint gave the order again. Her voice was like a horn, inspiring the hearts of every saint.

"found it!"

Finally, the voice of a saint came from a distance.

The tips of the girls' noses were red.

Biting her lip, she carried the old mahogany box to the hot spring pool.

When the mahogany box appeared in front of Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen, who was in the hot spring pool, had an increasingly murderous look in his eyes.

Zhang Chen's palm slowly covered the assassin's head, feeling her hair as soft as silk.

But it also had a chill to it, as if it had just been scooped up from ice and snow.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on searching through the memories in her mind, and scenes flashed through his mind.

The Pope's cunning face suddenly appeared, with a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Kill the divine envoy Zhang Chen, and you will be a hero of the future Holy See."

"I will definitely fulfill my mission!" The assassin's firm voice echoed in his memory.

Zhang Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and supernatural powers were transmitted from his palms. The power was surging, but it was mixed with a trace of chill that could not be ignored, as if frost was spreading.

The assassin's struggle became more intense, her face looming in the water, her expression becoming distorted and painful.

Her fingers tightly grasped Zhang Chen's arm, trying to break free, but to no avail.

"Let me go...you lunatic!" The assassin's voice became unclear in the water, and her eyes were full of despair and fear. "The Pope will not let you go."

A complex emotion surged in Zhang Chen's heart, and his hands were still tightly pressing on her neck.

Press her body completely into the water.

The assassin's struggles gradually weakened, her body began to stiffen, and finally stopped moving in the water.

He laid the assassin's body aside and quickly examined it, noting a strange mark on her neck.

It was an ancient rune, representing a symbol of transmogrification.

Zhang Chen's heart tightened as he realized that this person was not the real Su Xuan, but an assassin who had the ability to transform into someone else's appearance.

Zhang Chen stood up and looked around with a stern gaze.

But he quickly suppressed this inexplicable anger, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

"Someone, deal with the assassin's body." Zhang Chen's voice was low and cold, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

The guards around immediately took action and salvaged the body from the hot spring pool.

Zhang Chen walked out of the hot spring pool slowly. The water droplets on his body sparkled in the morning sun. The bath towel hung loosely around his waist, revealing his strong chest and tight abdominal muscles.

He walked towards the red wooden box with a determined look, and the moment he opened the lid, he took a breath of cold air.

The real Su Xuan was curled up in the closet. Her body was cold and stiff, and her skin had lost its lifelike luster. It was obvious that she had been dead for a long time.

Her eyes were open stubbornly, but those eyes, which were originally full of liveliness, were now filled with endless despair and pain.

Zhang Chen leaned over and gently closed Su Xuan's eyes, with a complex emotion surging in his heart.

Although they had only spent a few days together, this woman, who had been locked up in a secret room and trained since childhood, became a killing weapon of the Holy See.

It has left an impression on him.

She died because of him, which made Zhang Chen feel a little sad and guilty.

"I'm sorry, Su Xuan." He murmured softly, his fingers gently running across her cold cheek, feeling the powerless coldness.

He knew that he had to be strong and ruthless in order to survive in this world full of betrayal and killing.

Otherwise, there is no way to protect your woman in this world full of killing and betrayal.

Standing up, he took a deep breath, buried the grief in his heart, turned to the guards and said, "Bury her properly."

The guards nodded and carefully carried Su Xuan's body out.

He stood in the courtyard, the sunlight shining on his resolute face, and there was a hint of coldness and determination in his eyes.

Anger and grief surged in Zhang Chen's heart. He clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

He took a deep breath, and the pain in his eyes was gradually replaced by anger.

"Pope, you asked for it!" Zhang Chen had murderous intent in his heart, and his voice was filled with determination and anger.

He walked to the center of the conference room, sat down slowly, and clenched his hands into fists, revealing his veins.

Zhang Chen closed his eyes. Unless he became so powerful that no one could shake his position, this assassination would never end.

As the night deepens, the mist from the hot springs still lingers.

Chapter 384 Resentment

At this time, in the distant Dragon Kingdom, the Pope was immersed in his own luxurious world.

In the Dragon Kingdom Palace, the gorgeous bed is like a work of art.

The headboard was inlaid with glittering gems, and the bed curtains were made of the finest silk, with exquisite gold patterns decorated around the edges.

Covered with soft velvet bedding, it feels as comfortable as a cloud.

However, such comfort turned into a nightmare for the girl on the bed.

The Pope was working hard, panting, and muttering obscene words that made people blush and their hearts beat faster.

"Baby, relax, let me take good care of you." His breathing was heavy and his voice was hoarse, but he was unable to enter the secret realm for a long time.

The girl gritted her teeth, wishing she could slap the old man in front of her to death.

Her whole body tensed up, and a hint of disgust and fear flashed in her eyes.

If the Pope hadn’t given a large amount of supplies.

She wasn't going to waste her life here.

"That's enough!" she cursed in her heart, enduring the Pope's dirty words whispering in her ear.

Meanwhile, outside the room, the guarding messengers stood expressionless, holding bags containing corpses in their hands.

The two looked at each other and nodded in understanding, as if they were ready to go in and clean up the mess at any time.

"The old man is here again. I am so impressed." A messenger muttered in a low voice.

The morbid Pope likes to kill people after these things, so they can only cooperate obediently and hope it will end soon.

Okay, go clean up the room.

"There's nothing we can do. He's the Pope after all. He's already old, yet he's still making trouble." Another messenger shrugged, his tone full of helplessness and habit.

They are used to it and have learned how to pretend to be blind and deaf.

After all, it is not easy for the Pope to regain his glory at his age.

The girl on the bed gritted her teeth and endured it, praying in her heart that this torture would end soon.

She thought that as long as she could get through it, she would be able to get away with it safely.

However, when the Pope finally stopped moving, she just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up and put on her clothes when a skinny hand slapped her on the back of her head like lightning.

"Ah——!" Before she could utter any more sound, her whole body fell limply on the bed, her eyes wide open, dying with her eyes open.

The Pope wiped the sweat from his forehead and raised a wicked smile: "What a well-behaved girl, but too noisy."

The messengers outside the room heard the noise inside, quickly pushed the door open, skillfully wrapped the girl's body in a bag, and carried it out.

The Pope sat at the head of the bed, looking at their busy backs, a hint of coldness and satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Clean it up and leave no traces." He instructed calmly.

"Yes, Your Holiness." The envoys nodded respectfully and left quickly.

The Pope lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, as if everything that had just happened was just a small episode in his daily life.

In his world, there is only power and desire, and those innocent lives are nothing more than his playthings.

Just then, the messengers brought the documents. The Pope picked up the documents and was so angry that his beard was about to fly.

The saint whom he carefully trained was conquered by the guy who claimed to be a messenger of God?

"Impossible! This is impossible!" the Pope roared angrily, his voice echoing in the luxurious bedroom.

He trained these saints, raised them from childhood, and in order to make them obedient, he even cruelly killed their parents, just to cut off their emotions and make them his own killing tools.

Bang! The Pope slammed the document onto the table, his eyes flashing with crazy anger.

"Twelve girls! These supplies might as well be fed to the dogs!" His voice was hoarse, as if he was talking to himself.

However, the Pope did not know that the assassins he sent had already been dealt with by Zhang Chen.

At this moment, Zhang Chen was in the conference room of the palace.

"Little Kana," he called softly, with a hint of tenderness and reluctance in his voice.

A petite figure ran out from the corner, like a happy little rabbit.

Little Kana has long, smooth black hair draped over her shoulders, and her big eyes are full of anticipation and attachment.

"Daddy!" She threw herself into Zhang Chen's arms and hugged his waist tightly, as if she was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

Zhang Chen stroked her hair gently and smiled slightly, as if everything was under his control.

"Kana, I have something important to entrust to you." As he spoke, he took out a piece of amethyst from his arms. The amethyst was crystal clear and emitted a mysterious light.

Little Kana widened her eyes and carefully took the amethyst, her face full of surprise and curiosity.