"Damn it! What's going on in Vatican City!"
In the alliance leader's office, Hilton looked calmly at the several aggrieved alliance executives in front of him.
"The Vatican City actually took over all the family members of the Knights without permission!"
"Facing our alliance troops, the church people actually took out the oracle letter written by Cardinal Moby."
"Our alliance troops did not dare to disobey and could only watch as the church members took away the Knights' families."
"Ryan has now taken the Knights to Daxia."
"Even if Vatican City wants to accept the Knights' handle, it is now helping Daxia in disguise!"
Several league executives made pleas to Hilton.
"Mr. Leader, are we going to watch the Vatican City and Ryan go further and further apart?"
Hilton waved his hand and asked these people to exit with some irritation.
He also didn't expect that Vatican City would dare to stretch out its claws.
"Is Moby using this to blackmail Ryan?"
"I know that Ryan wants to take the Knights to Daxia."
"I know that Ryan is worried that the families of the Knights will be embarrassed by the alliance's top brass."
"So I took over the family members of the Knights and let Ryan have no worries."
"But the two of them are definitely on opposite sides."
"In other words, Ryan would rather hand over the matter to the church than leave it in the hands of the league's top brass."
Hilton, who has always been mature and steady, felt for the first time the anger and sense of gap at being betrayed by his own son.
"Absolutely! Absolutely!"
"In Ryan's heart, he would rather choose Moby than me as his father."
"Then, Hilton, do I really need this son who disobeys his father..."
Hilton fell into silence, looking at the Vatican City on the map.
It's really good.
I wasn't optimistic about Moby at first.
I didn't expect that Moby could really take advantage of the Knights.
"Mr. Leader, do you also think that Mo is a more suitable future leader than Archbishop?"
Behind him, Hilton's housekeeper asked softly.
Hilton nodded, regained his composure and said: "Ryan is too naive and too impulsive. Even if such a person can suppress all Western restricted areas, he will not be a qualified leader of the alliance."
"And Moby took advantage of Ryan's conflict with the alliance's top management to accept the Knights' family members without any effort, and took away Ryan's leverage. It was really beautiful."
Hilton turned around and suddenly changed the subject: "How is the old Pope doing now?"
"I went to see him a few days ago. He was contaminated by the evil spirit and has completely lost his human appearance. He is probably not far from death."
"Okay, after all, the old pope symbolizes the church. It is most appropriate to wait for him to die naturally." Hilton murmured: "You can consider supporting Moby as the pope."
"Yes sir, but what if Moby becomes the Pope and has the qualifications to confront the top leaders of the alliance?"
The housekeeper kindly reminded me.
"Although the top leaders of the alliance are the main force, after all, the church is the nominal head of the West. Even the Eagle Alliance sent envoys to pay homage to the old pope. It seems that they have the idea to compete with us for the authority of the church..."
When it came to fighting for the church, Hilton fell into deep thought.
Even if the church does not have armed forces, its influence is still too great.
At first, the Romantic Kingdom took advantage of its geographical advantage to seize the opportunity and included the Vatican City and the church into the territory of the Iron Tower Alliance.
But now that the Eagle Alliance has regained some of its strength, it has naturally come up with the idea of competing for the church.
As long as whoever can firmly control the church, the entire Western world in the future will inevitably lean towards that person. One side will gradually become stronger with the help of the church, and the other side will gradually weaken without the church. The West in the future is destined to have only one alliance.
There is a powerful threat from Daxia outside.
There is an Eagle Alliance watching around.
The housekeeper thought that Hilton could not continue to press hard on the church.
The steward even proposed that the church should be given more power.
But Hilton slammed the table and raised a waning moon smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Ignore the Eagle Alliance and continue to support Moby to become the Pope."
"Don't worry, even if Moby becomes the Pope, he won't dare to fall into the arms of the Eagle Alliance."
"Ryan dares to disobey me, but Moby won't dare even if he dies."
"Hehehehe..."
Hilton rubbed the emerald ring on his thumb and smiled.
At the same time, inside the Castle of Duke Caston.
The old Duke Caston suddenly sneezed.
"Hey, who is talking about me?"
After muttering something, Duke Caston continued to put on his clothes. He was so old that it took thirty minutes to put on his shoes, but there was no way. Apart from him, there were only two cleaners sweeping the floor in the castle.
It is better to say that he is a duke than a lonely old man waiting for death.
Now, this lonely old man had a sudden idea and wanted to see the son he had raised for thirty years.
His cloudy eyes looked at the photo on the wall, which showed a strong man and a skinny child.
Everyone thought, even Hilton thought, that he wanted to gain money and even power through Moby, but he was old and now he just wanted to see his son often.
"Why are the shoes so difficult to put on tonight..."
Duke Caston muttered.
...
Hoh Xil Mountains.
The battle situation has escalated to another level again.
Nearly 32,000 warriors are fighting hand-to-hand with the Prophet Legion.
Various divine pattern powers make the battlefield look colorful.
But beneath the beauty, there are fresh and bloody corpses.
Although the main force of the Prophet Legion are herdsmen.
But the soldiers were shocked to discover that these herdsmen could no longer be called human beings.
These herdsmen are like self-exploding trucks. Whenever they are killed, their bodies will explode in an instant, causing horrific damage in a radius of more than ten meters. Even rocks will be shattered by the power of the explosion.
Most of the soldiers who died in the battle were killed by self-explosion.
However, a steady stream of prophet legions continued to charge towards Hoh Xil.
Like a tireless machine, it is about to kill through the entire Hoh Xil Mountains.
The more the fighting continued, the more the soldiers became physically and mentally exhausted.
After all, these herdsmen were once common people of Daxia.
"Chief of General Staff, if this fight continues, when will it end?"
General Wenfeng couldn't bear to look directly at the battlefield scene.
"Those who died are all our people from Daxia."
"Damn prophet, what on earth does it want to do!"
Qin Jue quietly stared at the battlefield scene for a long time, then raised his watch, glanced at the time, and murmured softly: "It's almost time."
same moment.
Nyenqentanglha Mountains.
The tops of towering mountains.
Lin Long, covered in military uniform, stood upright on the top of the mountain.
Behind him are 30,000 genetic warriors who have been reborn.
Lin Long glanced at his watch. Fang Xiu had left, and now he was the flag of the Gene Legion.
At this moment, the flag stirred up the wind of wild hunting.
"Let's go and kill the first person to know!"
