Chapter 617: Unrestrained verbal abuse (2/2)
Of the three Church of Light disciples, two were demigods, and one of them, astonishingly, was a basegod. The two Shrine of Ice experts were merely sacred-grade magi. The two were the weakest of the team. It appeared that after losing the demigod duo of Ice Celestial Corey and Snow Celestial Tiana, the Shrine of Ice was indeed completely done for.
As for that orc shaman, since his cultivation could be considered non-mainstream energy of summoning, Han Shuo couldn’t precisely determine his level of strength, although he did felt the orc shaman was mightier than a demigod and was a small distance away from the realm of basegod.
Six people. One basegod, three demigods, and two sacred magi that presented no threat. This band didn’t appear that formidable in Han Shuo’s eyes given his current level of strength.
Therefore, Han Shuo did not continue to conceal himself but stood out in the open. He coldly gazed at the region ahead of him and waited for the six to emerge from it.
Even alone with just his main body, Han Shuo believed that he would have no trouble in taking care of these six. Besides, Little Skeleton, a lowgod of death, would soon be by his side.
“Reveal yourselves!” Han Shuo coldly groaned.
Those within the boundary of vacuum immediately turned quiet, causing Han Shuo to laugh grimly in his heart. He could even feel the fear of the two sacred magi from the Shrine of Ice.
With Han Shuo attentively watching, the barrier ahead of him was finally withdrawn. Bundles of holy energy returned to the center of the Holy Grail. The space barrier gradually lost the source of power that maintained it.
When the last bundle of golden light returned to the Holy Grail, the space ahead of him shattered like glass and the original scene reappeared.
A thin, middle-aged man grasping a Holy Grail that had olive branches on it, and wearing the papal tiara, looked at Han Shuo in a grieving and pained manner. Standing beside him were a demigod knight and a demigod light magus. They were precisely the duo that Han Shuo had met at the Church of Light’s sacred mountain – the two who instigated the Primordius Dragon to cast Han Shuo to the Abyss realm back at the Dragon Valley.
The old orc with crude animal skin draped over his shoulders was staring at Han Shuo with hostility. He seemed to be itching to pounce on Han Shuo and gnaw his flesh off.
The last two sacred magi from the Shrine of Ice were also eyeballing Han Shuo hatefully. However, their eyes were flickering. Their fear towards Han Shuo, however, appeared greater than their resolution to avenge.
“You must be Bryan?” asked the thin middle-aged man wearing the papal tiara amiably.
Han Shuo smiled and even performed a friendly bow at him before replying, “Indeed, I am, Your Holiness the Pope! Hehe, you must be very disappointed to see me standing here?” He snickered.
Han Shuo was in fact quite amazed when he said those words. He did not expect the Pope of the Church of Light to go through the trouble of personally traveling thousands of miles from Oden Empire to Lancelot Empire for himself and, even more surprisingly, chosen to mount a sneak attack. It seemed that this Pope of the Church of Light was definitely a madman who would do anything, by hook or by crook, to achieve his goals. It was no mystery how he climbed his way up to become the leader of the most powerful religion on the Profound Continent.
The Pope of the Church of Light nodded and calmly admitted, “I’m indeed very disappointed to see you stand before me safe and sound – but what grieves me even more is the dark ages that will soon befall Profound Continent.”
“Oh? From your words, you are suggesting that I’m the root cause of devastating disorder to Profound Continent. Haha. Well then, are the hundreds of thousands of civilian lives in the northern city district not worthy of your consideration?” Han Shuo laughed at the Light Pope’s shameless interpretation.
“For the safety of everyone on Profound Continent, some sacrifices are necessary!” the Light Pope yelled in a righteous voice as he looked at Han Shuo.
“You and your inbred whore of a mother can go fuck each other till you bleed!” Han Shuo cursed without restraint as he fed his middle finger right at the Light Pope’s face. He knew that this Pope had to be the most zealous disciple of the Church of Light. Han Shuo couldn’t sense much emotions that a normal human should have from this person. He was just like a robot manufactured by the Church of Light. All his conducts and moral compass were based on the interests of the Church of Light. Therefore, it was an absolute waste of time to debate with him.
“I will make you pay for the lives of the hundreds of thousands of my fellow orcs!” That orc shaman couldn’t hold himself and violently shouted when he saw Han Shuo being so provocative. From his posture, he looked like he would charge ahead at any moment.
Of course, Han Shuo had no fear towards him. He sneered while sizing up the orc shaman and ridiculed, “So your orcs are people, but the citizens of my Lancelot Empire aren’t people? For ages, your orcs have been assaulting my Lancelot Empire without end. Tell me, who should pay for the deaths of the countless citizens of Lancelot Empire?”
The territories of the orcs were barren and therefore they had always attacked Lancelot Empire for its rich soil. Through all those countless years, citizens of Lancelot Empire who had died at the hands of orc warriors must have amounted to at least a few hundred thousand men!
“I don’t care! You have killed hundreds of thousands of my people, so you must die!” the orc shaman bellowed like a wild beast and right after, he threw himself at Han Shuo.