Elven Reaper

By what

Debra's mind was filled with questions.

He obviously has so much strength here, but the Pope has been isolated, why not take this opportunity to eradicate the Pope?

Admiral Lance on the side also frowned and said nothing.

He is a tenth-level swordsman, and he can enter the family's core decision-making circle purely by relying on his strength. Therefore, he also understood the causes and consequences of some things.

Pope Jerry has always been so tyrannical, and he doesn't even care if he offends all the major forces in the continent.

It can be said that it is either provoking or on the way to provocation.

The reason why the Pope is so arrogant is because he has a high probability of joining forces with the remnants of the elves.

And that young man named Akto is most likely the envoy sent by the elves to the Holy See of Light.

But even if the Pope has an affair with the remnants of the elves, so what?

Six hundred years ago, the great Ryan III was even able to destroy the elves in their heyday.

Now, if we still gather the power of the entire continent, can't we destroy a dilapidated elven clan and an isolated Holy See of Light?

So why tolerate it everywhere?

Doesn’t Alex’s family even have the most basic blood?

No wonder in recent years, even the noble lords of the Deslor Empire have refused to obey the control of the Alex family.

Isn’t it directly related to the weakness of the royal family?

Lance and Debra frowned at Ryan XV, as if waiting for an explanation from him.

Ryan XV ignored their slightly dissatisfied looks and still looked at Jerry with an elegant smile.

Jerry laughed loudly and said, "Okay, now that you have spoken, little Ryan, I will forgive these juniors for their offense."

Ryan XV also smiled, trying to reconcile his laughter.

Then, Lance shook his head in disappointment, and with a random stroke of his finger, a sword energy struck towards Vivian.

Vivian has no cultivation at all. It can be said that she is just a weak and ordinary girl.

And Lance is a tenth-level swordsman. His casual sword can kill even an intermediate swordsman instantly.

This sword energy is golden, silent, and looks light and airy. This is the unique fighting spirit of the Alex family, the golden lion fighting spirit.

Just when the sword energy was still three meters away from Vivian, a white shield appeared, firmly protecting Vivian.

The golden sword light and the white fighting spirit collided, making a sound similar to that of a balloon being popped, canceling out the two.

Lance frowned: "His Majesty the Pope, what do you mean?"

Jerry stared at him: "Sir Lance, what do you mean?"

Lance snorted coldly: "This despicable commoner has heard the secrets of my Alex family. Should we keep her?"

It was only then that Vivian realized what had just happened.

薇薇安：

It’s none of my business. You guys are laughing and smiling, and then just use your sword energy to cut me to death. What the hell is that?

Jerry smiled and shook his head: "She was originally what you call a humble commoner, but now that she has followed me, she is no longer a humble commoner."

"Your Excellency Lance, who comes from a great family, if you still want to touch this girl, I will chop off your bitch hands, do you understand?"

At the end, Jerry's voice had a hint of chill.

Lance looked angry and shocked. He looked at Ryan XV and then at Ryan XVI, as if asking for advice.

Vivian couldn't help feeling frustrated. In the eyes of these nobles, did the lives of common people really not count?

Are the lives of civilians really as humble as ants?

After saying this, Jerry took Vivian's hand and walked down the tower.

Ryan XV was dressed in a white robe and had a calm expression, making it unclear what he was thinking in his heart.

"Why?" Debra said quietly, staring at Ryan XV.

Although she was very angry, the anger was still suppressed under her elegant expression.

"Because we need Jerry now, we will face great difficulties in the future. Only Pope Jerry can help our Alex family tide over the difficulties." Ryan XV said in a hoarse voice.

Debra instantly felt that her sixty years of life had been in vain, and that her IQ was a bit insufficient.

Lance and Augustine on the side also looked shocked and confused.

After Ryan XV said these words, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Father" Emperor Ryan stopped his father.

Ryan XV stopped.

"Can't we solve it by relying on our own strength?" Emperor Ryan said.

"Our goal is not to be the winner, but to be the final winner." After Ryan XV finished speaking, he disappeared.

Under the city.

Looking at the ruthless and endless undead creatures, Akto frowned.

While he was killing the undead creatures, he was wondering whether the Deslor Empire, except for the imperial capital of Pok City, had all fallen and became the country of the undead.

But after another thought, he was sure that that situation should not be possible.

Because these undead creatures arrived very quickly, in just three days after the chaos in Pok City, the large army had already set off.

Secondly, these undead creatures have a very strong purpose. They don't seem to have any interest in other places. They just cause commotion and then head towards Pork City non-stop.

In other words, other city provinces would at most be rioting for a while, but would not be as madly hated as Pork City.

Akto slashed with another sword light, and the puppet zombie skeleton in front of him fell into a large piece like wheat being cut.

But what he didn't expect was that the sword light that had always been invincible in the past actually had two undead puppets standing firm this time.

There is only one possibility, that is, a high-level undead puppet appears

Akto's eyes were sharp as he glanced at the two undead creatures that had withstood his two sword beams.

Two seventh level

Akto frowned. Indeed, high-level undead puppets began to appear.

On the ground, the formation of the Army of Light under his command remained stable. They formed dozens of squads, each of which included priests, mages, warriors, etc. The professional composition was very healthy.

The warriors take turns to bear the pressure, and the priests take turns to cast blessing spells to ensure uninterrupted divine blessings.

The mage is in the center of the team, and still staggers the time of casting magic to ensure uninterrupted fire coverage.

Akto nodded. It seemed that the Holy See of Light had trained them to great use.

But most of them are mid-level warriors, and there are only a few teams with high-level combat capabilities above level seven.

It may be very difficult to deal with high-level undead creatures with pure intentions in the face of dull emotions.

Even some teams without high-level practitioners may be directly destroyed by high-level undead creatures.

Akto immediately made up his mind, and he took the initiative to search for high-level warriors, pull out the high-level undead puppets mixed in the torrent of undead, and kill them.

Then leave the rest of the undead creatures that pose no threat to the Army of Light to them to deal with.