Chapter 382 (1/2)

Chapter 382: Luring the Tiger From the Mountain

The Pontiff’s Citadel

Metatron had been in a sour mood the last few days He hadn’t felt like this for quite a long time The easy days of yesteryear were certainly passed, he thought

With the kidnapping of two Archangels, the situation was dire Not only was it a terrible disgrace, but the Citadel had been in crisis mode ever since Raphael wasn’t so bad He had been captured outside for the Cathedral, and he wasn’t hter anyway But Uriel? He was the Cherubim, known his his wisdom However, that didn’t ht He was a ninth level sixth degree Adept, and the fight had taken place on his hoht under the Pontiff’s nose Still he was captured

Worst of all, their unknown enemy possessed the powers mastered by Jue Di The prospect of what that

Who’s next? Will it be els?

Although the Pontiff’s elite were silent, Metatron could tell from their faces that they shared his concerns Their enemy possessed a power no less than his own, one that was as mysterious as the man himself

“Lord Metatron!” A surprised shout tore him from his silent reverie

“What’s all the commotion,” Metatron said in displeasure

The clergyman, clad in the vestments of a Bishop, bowed low at the waist The anxiety on his face only deepened “Your Majesty, ione dark”

Metatron’s scowl turn vicious “So call a technician! Why are you interrupting me for this?”

The Bishop sheepishly fiddled with his robes “The le e Look” As he spoke, the Bishop insert a holodisk into the nearby projector A three die sputtered to life in the space around them

The Pontiff’s chambers were turns in to a world of blood and severed lie of Uriel and Raphael beside a corpse was the main attraction A voice, masked by modulator, boomed around them

“If you want them back, the Pontiff will coin to deal them harm in three hours In twelve hours they’ll be permanently disabled Hehe… the Dark Citadel isn’t even this inti”

The sound cut off

The whole city was in chaos They’d seen it even before Metatron had A short ti before the Pontiff with the video in hand

“bastard!” The Pontiff bellowed He looked like he wanted to murder somebody

Metatron looked no better “What should we do Your Majesty? It appears he wants to provoke so between us and Satan

The Pontiff sniffed “He underestimates him, then Satan’s… rabid exterior is an act In reality, he’s more insidious than anyone I’ve ever met If it were you there, then perhaps Satan couldn’t resist ridding himself of a powerful enemy Raphael and Uriel aren’t worth it He’ll make demands and ask a price”

“We should get in touch with the Dark Citadel and confiro take care of it”

The Pontiff shook his head “No, there’s no point in you going Satan won’t use this to attack us, but he’ll certainly turn it to his benefit”

“We’ll give it a try through our correspondence first, hear any conditions they may have,” Metatron said

The Pontiff answered with a nod

Ten minutes later, a holo-call was connected

“Well, who is this?! If it isn’t my old friend, His Majesty the Pontiff” Satan appeared in the roouidly draped across the Derin was plastered on his face

“Satan” The Pontiff greeted indifferently “Are you holding Raphael and Uriel?”

Satan’s grin spread wider “I aood sa I pondered the ift It’s really very generous of you – Your Majesty”