The Pontiff's Citadel.
Archangel Metatron's face had been dark for the past few days. It had been a long time since he'd been like this.
His usual warm smile was nowhere to be seen.
Two Archangels had been captured. Not only was this a great humiliation, but it also brought a sense of crisis to the Pontiff's Citadel.
Raphael had been captured because he wasn't a good fighter, and they'd been out in the open.
What about Uriel?
Uriel was a Cherubim, but he was no slouch.
He was at the sixth rank of the ninth level.
Don't forget, the fight had taken place inside the Pontiff's Citadel, with the Pontiff himself present.
But he'd still been captured.
What's more, this unknown enemy had the legendary Jueti's martial arts. It was a frightening prospect.
Who would be next?
Would it be him?
Or the other Archangels?
According to the Pontiff, the Citadel had been attacked by one Archangel, not two.
If one was that strong, what if there were two?
Would he be no match for them?
"Your Excellency Metatron!" A panicked voice called out to him.
Metatron's train of thought had been interrupted. His face scrunched up in annoyance. "What's the fuss?"
The clergyman, who was dressed as a bishop, hurriedly bowed, but the anxiety on his face did not diminish at all. "Your Excellency.
Something terrible has happened.
The Citadel's mainframe has been hacked. "
Metatron's voice was a little angry. "Go to the tech department.
Do you need to tell me? "
The Bishop smiled wryly.
"But … we've got a video on every screen. Take a look." He stepped forward and pointed the holographic device at the floor.
Instantly, a three-dimensional image appeared.
Corpses littered the floor. Uriel and Raphael were strewn across the floor.
A voice filtered through a voice transmitter. "If you want them, have the Pontiff come to the Dark Citadel himself.
Three hours later.
The seal within them will begin to destroy their bodies.
After twelve hours, they'll be crippled.
Heh heh heh heh.
I wonder if the Dark Citadel will be so accommodating? "
That was the end of the voice.
The Cathedral was in a state of chaos. A minute later, Metatron appeared before the Pontiff with the video.
"Bastard!" The Pope flew into a rage. His face was so gloomy that it looked like it was about to drip water!
Metatron's brow furrowed. "Your Majesty, what should we do?
It looks like he's trying to stir up trouble between us and the Dark Citadel. "
The Pope sneered, "He underestimated Satan too much. Satan's impulsiveness is only on the surface.
In fact, he was more sinister than anyone else.
If it were you, you would have been caught.
Maybe he really will turn against us because of this.
But for Uriel and Raphael, the most he could do was make a few requests.
It would be a waste if he didn't take advantage of it. "
"Then I'll contact the Dark Citadel," Metatron said. "I'll confirm this with them. Then I'll go myself."
The Pope shook his head, "No, I'm afraid it's useless for you to go.
Although Satan won't turn against us because of this, he will definitely take advantage of it. "
Metatron's brows furrowed. "I'll try contacting them first. See what they want."
The Pope nodded.
Ten minutes later, the holographic projection connected.
"Eh? Who's this?
Isn't this His Holiness? "
Satan sat back in his throne as the Demon King, a mocking smile on his face.
"Satan," the Pontiff replied, "are Raphael and Uriel with you?"
"Yes," Satan answered.
"Early this morning, I don't know who delivered them.
What's the meaning of this?
Did you have someone deliver them?
That's too kind of you. "
The Pontiff's face was as placid as an ancient well. "Someone is trying to sow discord. Return them to me, and I'll pretend this never happened."
Satan laughed heartily. "You think nothing happened?
You talk big!
What?
If I don't give them back, are you going to bite me? "
The Pontiff's face was as calm as ever. "I'm telling you, this man is most likely a descendant of Jueti. I don't know why he's here, but when he took Uriel and Raphael, he used Jueti's Taiji."
Satan's expression softened at the Pontiff's words. His eyes narrowed. "Jueti?
So what if it's Jueti himself?
When Jueti was besieged, your Citadel was the mastermind. You were the mastermind behind Jueti's wrath.
My father once told me that Jueti was the man he respected the most. He forbade me from taking revenge. My father died of grievous wounds, but his admiration for Jueti grew. Before he died, he realized that the Dark Citadel's bloodline was stronger than the Hades bloodline.
Jueti would never target us. As for why he came to you, what does that have to do with me? "
"I'm not going to beat around the bush. I don't have time for that. You want them, you can have them.
One s-ranked power gem for each of them. Take it or leave it.
Either way, they're just sitting there.
Besides, only a Paragon can remove their seals. I'm guessing you won't be able to change them if it takes too long.
To me, two s-ranked gems are nothing. If two Archangels fall, it won't be a bad thing.
In any case, it wasn't us who did it. I've already reported it to the Western Alliance.
Deal with it as you see fit. "
After saying this, Satan directly hung up the communication.
The Pontiff's eyes flashed with anger. His calm demeanor was gone. His unstable aura caused the entire room to light up.
"Your Holiness, please calm down." Metatron spoke up.
The Pontiff closed his eyes, and his breathing settled. "I'm going to the Dark Citadel myself."
Metatron was taken aback. "You really want to go, but …"
The Pontiff waved a hand. "Satan isn't that stupid. He won't target me.
He wants me to bow down to him.
That's all I can do.
If we don't, we'll all be disappointed.
Although I'm almost certain that the mysterious person is doing all this to provoke a conflict between us, you still have to be careful and guard the church, lest he takes advantage of you. The few of you, when I'm not here, at least stay together in pairs. "
Metatron nodded. "Yes sir."
The Pontiff waved his hand, and a milky white light enveloped him. A moment later, he was a pillar of light that shot to the heavens. He disappeared into the white circle at the top of the hall.
Metatron's heart sank even further. "Summon the four Archangels and Inquisitor Constantine."
"Yes sir!"
This mysterious man gave him an unfathomable feeling. He'd captured Raphael and Uriel, then escaped the Pontiff's wrath. Then he'd delivered them to the Dark Citadel without anyone knowing.
No one knew where he was, but no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a prank.
From beginning to end, he hadn't harmed anyone, but he'd caused the Pontiff's Citadel a great deal of trouble.
If this man had Jueti backing him, then so what if they caught him?
They wouldn't dare do anything to him.
Even the Pontiff wouldn't dare.
Metatron pinched his forehead. Suddenly he felt a headache coming on.
This trouble had truly left him in a terrible state.
It didn't take long for the four Archangels and Constantine to gather in the great hall. The highest echelons of the Pontiff's Citadel were gathered here.
Metatron's voice was low. "His Holiness has gone to the Dark Citadel himself.
To ensure everyone's safety, from now on, all of you will stay here until His Holiness the Pope returns.
I estimate he'll be back in two or three hours. "
The Pontiff was a Paragon, so it wouldn't take him long to get from the Cathedral to the City of Hell. The only thing that would be wasted was negotiating with the Dark Citadel.
The four Archangels and Constantine had no objections. Everyone in the Cathedral had been on edge these past few days, especially the leaders.
That mysterious man had come for them. Not only would they be safe, but they would also lose face!
Sariel, the Angel of the Moon, was calm. As usual, she rarely showed emotion. She joined the others on the sofa and sat down.
What no one noticed was that she quietly pressed a button on her communicator.
The Cathedral of Reims is closed for the moment and visitors are not allowed to enter.
This kind of situation had happened before, but with the strange situation in the cathedral in the past few days, the people more or less had some guesses, and all kinds of rumors began to appear.
Lan Jue and Zhou Qianlin strolled leisurely through the streets. Zhou Qianlin's face had returned to normal.
"Compared to the City of Hell, I like this place better." Zhou Qianlin said as she looked at the ancient, religious buildings.
Lan Jue chuckled. "Any normal person wouldn't want to live in a dark place.
Your taste is normal.
Let's go. Our business is almost finished.
I'll buy you some clothes later. "
Zhou Qianlin smiled sweetly. "That's more like it.
Just to be safe, you should do it yourself. "
Lan Jue suddenly sighed.
Zhou Qianlin looked at him in surprise. "What is it?"
Lan Jue frowned and said, "If I kiss too much, what if I get addicted to it?"
It's been a long time since I've asked for a vote.
Thank you, thank you!
(To be continued …)