Daxia Shen blew a smoke ring into the sky in a show-off manner: "Why can't it be me? Your Majesty the Pope, Your Excellency the Prime Minister, thanks to you, you have wiped out the last remnants of the Regent and restored the glory of the empire. I am very pleased."

Allen said: "What nonsense are you talking about? I asked you why you are here?"

The Pope said: "Look at his sneaky ways, it's best to catch him immediately." He turned around to look for the Holy Knight and the Archbishop of Holy Light who were guarding him at the foot of the steps.

"Wait a minute, don't be so excited. Aren't we partners? Please look back." Shen Zhimo was still smoking leisurely and didn't even look at them.

The Prime Minister turned around, and Selt followed behind and whispered: "Sir, something seems to be wrong."

"What's wrong? Don't get into trouble with me." The Prime Minister glanced over and saw a group of about 2,000 soldiers gathering in the distance. Selt said: "Those are the guards of the city defense system and the security station. They don't listen." We command, and..." He pointed to the sky.

On the northern horizon, two hundred gryphon knights were flying towards the palace. The Prime Minister's expression changed instantly. These troops could easily defeat his four thousand remaining soldiers, especially the invincible gryphon troops in the sky. He was convicted of assassination that day. When the Grand Marshal's incident was exposed and he took action hastily, he didn't have time to consider many factors. Could it be that these two hundred gryphon knights, who were enough to dominate the battle, were already in the hands of the black-haired young man?

Shen Zhimo took out a lump of black stuff from the foot of the chair behind him and threw it at their feet. He sneered: "You are right, I did something you couldn't imagine."

It was the angry-eyed head of the regent. It was once noble, but now it was stained with blood and dust, and was filthy. The slightly open mouth seemed to be accusing something.

The Prime Minister's heart sank.

The Pope snorted: "Heretic fanatic, if you summon demons privately, you will be punished by the Holy Light." With just one command, the twelve holy knights standing quietly under the steps will purify this boring man into ashes.

Shen Zhimo tore off his worn-out vest, revealing his tangled muscles and seven scars on his chest, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, I declare that your doom has come."

"What is this?" the Prime Minister asked. What Shen Zhimo did was so strange that he did not dare to act rashly.

The Pope said: "I have read the Language of the Stars, and the seven stars connected into a spoon-like pattern...are the God of Death...ah..." He suddenly clutched his heart tightly, his expression extremely painful.

The Prime Minister, Sert and an archbishop hurriedly came over and asked: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

The Pope staggered and waved them away with one hand: "Don't! Don't touch me..." His face even began to distort, the blood all over his body became boiling and hot, and the muscles and skin that had been well maintained were suddenly covered with wrinkles and age spots. : "You, what did you do to me?"

The crystal core presented the day before was actually carefully crafted by Shen Zhimo, who used the power of the devil's curse to pour his own spiritual seeds into it. When the Pope attempted to purify it, the seeds fused with the extremely pure devil's aura took the opportunity to enter the Pope's body. , it was only at this time that Shen Zhimo reawakened it when facing the Pope. The demonic power suddenly broke out, fighting with his original light holy power. It was impossible for anyone to bear this kind of pain. If the demonic aura completely gained the upper hand, He will become a real devil.

Under Shen Zhimo's smile, after thirty seconds, the Pope fell to the ground and rolled around, screaming crazily, scratching his skin desperately, and scratching out deep blood stains one after another. Everyone under the steps was frightened. Everyone was frightened. Anyone who tried to get close was injured by the force that was suddenly aroused. This force mixed darkness and light, and no one could resist it.

Shen Zhimo slowly used his inner strength to calm down the restlessness of the curse, and then the Pope recovered a little. He was panting, panic, fear, and nervousness were not enough to describe his expression at the moment. The Bishop hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

"Honorable Pope, I have no intention of offending the authority of the Holy See, so please try your best to cooperate with my work in the future, okay?"

The Pope had already shouted at the top of his lungs and could only nod.

Shen Zhimo snapped his fingers: "Your Majesty the Queen is invited."

Simon, who was dressed neatly and solemnly, and other twenty members of the Sunflower Club escorted Dana from the back door into the Rose Hall. The beautiful queen ascended the throne.

Shen Zhimo said to the overwhelmed Prime Minister: "Call all the cabinet members to come in and pledge their allegiance to His Majesty."

The Prime Minister suddenly aged ten years.

When he first came to this world, he was just a little blacksmith and couldn't even speak the local dialect.

A year later, he shouted around at the Queen who held the highest power in the empire, bossed around the Pope like a dog who symbolized the teachings of the Holy Light, and treated the Prime Minister of the Empire as his grandson.

The ministers who filed in felt an earth-shaking feeling in their hearts, but this was no longer important.

At this moment, Shen Zhimo stood at the pinnacle of power.

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At this point, the first part of "The Outlaw" ends. I don't know when I will start writing the second part.
Chapter completed!