Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
In the Eternal City’s St. Peter’s Basilica, the most illustrious church in the world…
“The Khitan Caesar is too young,” the Pope said slowly.
The cardinals’ faces turned grim.
They had been wondering why the Pope had gathered them together today. It turned out that the latter was planning to have them visit all the countries to rally the emperors, kings, dukes, and nobles together to launch a huge Crusade against the Khitan Caesar!
The cardinals were skeptical about the plan’s feasibility. It was unthinkable to them.
In the first place, all the nations had all kinds of grudges among them, be it historical ones or current ones. It would be tough to gather a pile of scattered sand together.
Furthermore, the Khitan Caesar only had thousands of soldiers. Was there really a need to gather everyone together to deal with him? The emperors and nobles might just think that this was a joke.
While everyone was discussing the matter, the Pope opened his eyes, which could hardly be seen amidst his wrinkles, and slowly said, “The Khitan Caesar is too young.”
He rose from his seat and stiffly walked around. “Those who have met the Khitan Caesar, how old do they think he is?”
One by one, the Pope’s gaze fell on each of the cardinals, taking in their shock, worry, and fear.
“Some think he is fifteen. Some think he is sixteen. Some think he is seventeen.”
The Pope finally came to a halt. With his softest voice, he spoke the loudest words.
“But no one dares say he is eighteen!
“Alexander the Great, who nearly conquered the world, was twenty when he took the throne! Attila the Hun, the Scourge of God who made the world tremble, was thirty when he became king! Yet, the Khitan Caesar, a youth who may just be fifteen years old, has restored an empire!”
The cardinals shook at the thought of the implications. The corners of the Pope’s lips curled upward to form a faint smile.
“Such a young Scourge of God… Who dares let him live? Who can let him live? No king will allow that.”
At this point, the Pope raised his voice.
“There is no room in t
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