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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 268: Newborn
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 190: Suspect
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1073- Gene Corruption
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 897: Hesitation
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 301 - If Anyone Dares To Spout Nonsense, Beat Them Up
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1072- Difficult to split
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 664 - The Evil God Beyond the Door
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 569: Rainy
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 210: Deer Girl
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 189: Good People
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 267: Correction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1071- Seen
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 896: Departure
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1070- Two secrets
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.10.2 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 300 - Apologies To Everyone; Level 37 Godly General
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 663 - The Captured Mastermind
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 662 - The Decline of a Nation
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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