Chapter 35: The Beautiful Seventh Princess

"Hey, no need to confirm. I swear it was signed by His Majesty the Pope himself. But when this appointment was issued, he was trying to attract people from the Shadow Church and the Undead Union to attack me. Unexpectedly, I was lucky and escaped this disaster in the end. Now, I am afraid he would be reluctant to take back this order." Wang Biao confessed directly.

"What?" Gustav and Mario were stunned. They did not expect that this would happen. They thought before that if they confirmed that the appointment was true, they would obey the orders of the envoy, even if he only had the strength of the divine level. However, they did not expect that this person was the person His Majesty wanted to get rid of, and he rose in such a shameful way. Obviously, his background must be quite deep. At the same time, they were also a little puzzled. Antonio and Elliott both heard Wang Biao's words, so why did neither of them react?

"That's right. Pius VII wants to get rid of me. However, since he appointed me as the envoy, I will be the envoy regardless of whether he regrets it or not. Of course, I have to enjoy the power of the envoy with a lot of money." Wang Biao was extremely confident.

"Bold, you dare to be disrespectful to His Majesty the Pope." Mario shouted loudly, pulled out his sword and rushed towards Wang Biao.

"Bold, I actually want to murder the envoy." Antonio cursed angrily, and at the same time, he waved the staff in his hand, and a huge beam of light blasted towards Mario. Mario quickly raised his sword to fight, but the strength of the middle god was not something he, the lower god, could resist. It was directly bombarded and a big hole was made on the wall.

Gustav narrowed his eyes, and Antonio's direct action was beyond his expectations. It seemed that the cardinal had completely turned to this envoy named Solic. Judging from Elliott's appearance, it was probably the same.

Wang Biao was very satisfied with Antonio's performance. It seemed that the Cardinal had found his position now. He liked such a smart person.

"Captain Gustav, tell you the truth. Even if you don't come today, I will visit you personally after I finish the matter. I am determined to win you and the guardian army in your hands."

"Aren't the envoy afraid of His Majesty's protection? His Majesty the Pope is the spokesperson of the Glorious Lord God's Crown. Not everyone can bear the wrath of the Lord God." Gustav threatened.

"Ha, Pius VII? I'm afraid he can't take care of himself. As for the Lord of Glory, there are naturally others to deal with it." Wang Biao laughed.

"The Envoy is too arrogant. Do you have the support of the Lord God?" Gustav didn't believe it very much. The Lord God is a high-ranking existence. Moreover, it is an existence that can compete with the Lord God of Light. This level of the Lord God is unique among the Lord God of Light.

"Make a choice, Lord Legion Commander. I know you are a pure soldier. The battlefield is the best destination for soldiers. As long as you agree to join us, I will let you realize this dream. The future war with the Shadow Church and the Undead Trade Union is about to begin. Don't you want to miss it?" Wang Biao tempted. He felt a strong iron-blooded breath from Gustav. Such talents were exactly what he needed.

Gustav shook his head stubbornly.

"Cough!" Mario climbed up from the broken bricks and stones in the corner of the wall. Antonio took action very appropriately, and he was not seriously injured.

"Gustav, Pius VII is definitely not a good pope. How has the Holy See of Light been like since he ascended the throne?" Antonio also persuaded.

Gustav still turned a deaf ear to this.

"Since the Legion Commander is so stubborn, we can only say sorry. Harvey, kill Mario first."

"As for orders, envoy."

Harvey and the other two immediately let go of their suppression, and the wings behind them were immediately revealed. Two of the four were left to protect Wang Biao, and the remaining two rushed towards Mario.

"Wait, are you angels? Could it be that the angel tribe wants to start a war with the Lord of the Glory God?" Gustav widened his eyes. Although he had guessed Wang Biao's true identity countless times, he still did not expect that they were angels. The angel tribe is undoubtedly extremely powerful in the God of Light. No wonder Antonio and Elliott surrendered to them.

"What's wrong? Legion Commander, have you figured it out?" Wang Biao asked.

"Sir, I want to know if this is just your personal meaning or the decision of the Angels' Archangels," Gustav asked.

"The Angel Clan is a whole, and no one dares to act without authorization against the will of the Archangel."

Gustav nodded. Such a big thing was obviously not something that Wang Biao, a four-winged angel, could decide. "Okay, I'm willing to join you."

"Ha, welcome to join the Legion Commander. Don't worry, when I have integrated the strength of the Empire of Light, it will be time for us to go north to defeat the Shadow Church. At that time, you still need the Legion Commander to help you." Wang Biao laughed. He subdued another powerful force, making him get closer and closer to his target.

Afterwards, after Gustav and Mario vowed to be loyal to the Angels and wrote a letter of guarantee, Wang Biao told them the entire plan, and the two were shocked and stunned.

In the palace of the Ninth Prince, a thin young man was focusing on depicting a picture. As the emperor's son, he was born the most powerful person in this empire. However, the ninth prince Donald Raymont did not like power, but was obsessed with calligraphy and painting. He was also careless in his practice. He was already sixteen years old and was just a third-level warrior. In a civilian family, this strength is already amazing, but in the royal family, this is perfect garbage.

"Donald, you're painting again. What's the use of this kind of thing? You should spend your time practicing." A tall woman rushed in.

"Sister Qi, you know, I like to practice." Donald shook his head. He knew that since his Seventh Sister, he had been unable to complete the painting.

"How can this be done? Donald, you are destined to be the emperor of the empire. How can you not pay attention to your own strength? Even if you don't like practicing, you should learn strategies or military tactics, and not waste your time on these useless calligraphy and paintings." Isabel was a little angry. She is worthy of being the number one beauty in the City of Holy Light, with long golden hair and very perfect facial features, especially her two big eyes, like a bay of autumn water, which can make people obsessed with it.

"Become an emperor? In the entire palace, or even the entire empire, you probably only think so, Sister Seven." Donald shook his head helplessly. He knew that he was not the one who became the emperor, but he didn't understand why his biological sister was so enthusiastic.
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