The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Chapter 383 Singing Praises

Vlad held the holy water in his hand and offered it to the demon in the cage.

The demon swallowed Vlad's arm directly, and all the rich holy water entered the demon's stomach.

The next moment, both of them howled in pain, but Vlad was only in pain for a moment before he burst into laughter.

"It hurts, haha! You are such a brainless devil, you even ate such a big bowl of holy water!"

The demon who drank the holy water suffered great damage. The demon rolled around desperately in the cage, and the noise it made could be heard in the secret passage.

The rest of the vampires were all frightened by the noise made by the devil. They were all afraid that if the cage couldn't hold the devil, what would they do then?

"Hey, go on."

Vlad used magic to restore his arm, and this time he used a long stick, tied a container full of holy water to it, and handed it to the demon.

The demon looked at Vlad's smug expression and let out a ferocious roar.

"Tsk~ Eat it. Although the holy water is painful, it can also make you stronger."

Vlad raised the stick and shook it, but the demon's eyes were only fixed on Vlad's hand.

Vlad sighed helplessly, and the next moment, Vlad put down the stick and picked up the holy water with his hands again.

With a click, the demon stretched out its head fiercely and bit off Vlad's outstretched hand again.

This time, neither of them made any sound of pain. Vlad silently pressed his broken arm while the demon chewed silently.

This moment in the passage made the other vampires' scalps tingle.

These two things are too cruel!

There are vampires who are very cruel to themselves, and demons who are very cruel to themselves.

The two looked at each other, neither of them wanted to be at a disadvantage in momentum.

The ruthlessness contest came to an end only after the two jars of holy water that Vlad had brought were consumed by the devil.

Vlad stood silently in front of the devil, and the devil looked at him silently.

At this time, the demon had swallowed two jars of holy water, and his intestines had already been ruptured by the power of the holy water.

But the demon's four legs were still standing firmly. Even when its stomach was broken open and blood plasma mixed with holy water dripped onto the ground, the demon did not react at all.

The two sides stared at each other for a long time, and the hostility in each other's eyes gradually faded away, and there was more recognition between them.

"…Be patient a little longer. Soon, the world will see our true power!"

Vlad turned and left. The problem with the demons was solved, but Vlad still had to keep an eye on the situation of the temple election.

Previously, he hoped that the bishop he supported could take office, but now, Vlad hopes that the king will actually become the Pope.

"Now that we've decided to do it, let's just do it!"

Vlad's excitement could not be calmed for a long time when he thought about what might happen in a few days.

...

In the cathedral meeting hall, after the king appeared, the atmosphere in the meeting hall fell into awkwardness.

The bishops attending the meeting wanted to drive the king out of their territory, but when they saw the supporters standing on the king's side, they could not act rashly.

"The Pope is the person who is in charge of both the Holy Temple and the Kingdom. As long as Your Majesty serves as the Pope, the power of the human kingdom can be unified, and many problems can be easily solved!"

Inside the meeting hall, someone explained the significance of the Pope’s statement, and the cardinals who heard the explanation were all inwardly amazed.

Why didn’t they think of creating such a great title as Pope? If they could also become Pope, their power would increase exponentially!

Just by looking at the bishops' eyes, one can tell what is in their hearts.

Seeing that the bishops of the cathedral were all extremely ambitious, the king's limited patience was quickly exhausted.

"Even if we want to select a pope, we have to choose from among the bishops. Your Majesty should just be a witness..."

The bishop on the rostrum still wanted to take the initiative into his own hands as before.

As a result, a group of knights suddenly rushed in from outside and interrupted the bishop's speech.

The knights who broke into the meeting hall were wearing armor of the Knights of Judgment. They also brought several prisoners with them, which made everyone present stunned.

"This is a meeting of clergy! Unrelated knights please leave the venue!"

The cardinal couldn't figure out which side the Knight of Judgment who suddenly broke in was standing on. He only knew that the Knight of Judgment was not someone he had called.

In the past, the Knights of Judgment would not interfere with the meetings within the temple, but the situation today was very different.

The Knights of Judgment beat the prisoners they brought with wooden sticks, causing them to scream in agony.

While shocking the prisoners, it also shocked the cardinal who had never seen such a big scene.

The king despised everyone present!

The king held up a piece of paper and announced loudly to the bishops present. The paper instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"These evil knights dared to pretend to be the Knights of Judgment. They wantonly killed innocent civilians and tried to pin the blame on the Holy Church. They are hateful degenerates who are in league with darkness. They are evil people!"

After the king said this, the pupils of the bishops present suddenly trembled.

The bishop, who knew the inside story, acted very guilty at this moment. He had already guessed what the king was going to do.

"Written on this piece of paper is the name of the mastermind behind this. This is the information we got from interrogating them!"

All the cardinals present swallowed their saliva, and the smart men began to weigh the pros and cons. The situation was completely under the control of the king.

"This piece of paper contains the names of many important people. If it were to be made public, there would be an earthquake in the kingdom. Tsk tsk tsk tsk ~ you really dare!"

The king spread out the paper recording the bad reputation with both hands and was shocked as he read it.

After the king raised his eyes, no one dared to look him in the eye, for fear that he would call out their names.

The paper recording the sins is in the hands of the king. Whoever the king wants to write on it will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever.

"If the incident is made public, it will undoubtedly cause great damage to the peace of the kingdom. This matter can be put on hold for later. Now! I nominate myself as Pope! Whoever is in favor, whoever is against!"

The bishops of the cathedral did not expect the king to make such adequate preparations, and they were all caught off guard.

The king's old but majestic figure immediately overshadowed the bishop present.

Immediately, some fence-sitters jumped out to stand on the king's side.

They knew that the king had evidence of their crimes, and if they did not support the king today, they would most likely be liquidated by the king.

Several bishops walked down the steps and greeted the king enthusiastically. They stood together with the bishops brought by the king and discussed in a low voice the information about the Pope.

The bishop who presided over the meeting knew that he had lost the opportunity to control the church when he saw this.

He still had one last trump card in his hand, which was to call on the guardian knights of the temple to fight the king with real swords and guns.

But no one can bear the consequences of doing so.

After some deliberation, the cardinal made a decision. He walked down the steps like the others before him and came before the king to pay his respects.

"Your Majesty, if someone really slanders the Holy Church, such a person must never be forgiven!"

The king knew that the bishop was trying to give in. Since the other party had expressed his position, the king also had to show sincerity.

The king raised the paper with the villain's name above his head. After everyone's eyes were focused on the paper, the king decisively tore it into pieces.

The king's actions are equivalent to telling the bishops that as long as they support me as Pope, bygones will be bygones.

"Great King, great Pope! Your leadership will surely create new glory!"

In the church's assembly hall, clergy sang hymns.