207: The Pope took action

"What a perfect script for a frame-up. A classic old trick," Qin Yang said, a smile playing on his lips.

If he hadn't had a full map view, he never would have imagined such turbulent undercurrents beneath a mere league.

Combining this with what Little Monster said, Qin Yang understood.

The Ancestor Spirit's prophecy was true.

However, the legendary Professional controlled by evil was not him.

It was Amitabha, the Princess of the Wilderness Nation.

"How much is this information worth?" Qin Yang's eyes narrowed as he mused.

If he played his cards right, his gains this time wouldn't just be the kunlun mirror and the Throne of Bones; he might even secure a piece of territory in the resource-rich Wilderness Nation for the Qin Family.

Thinking of this, Qin Yang ordered the Imperial Guards to inform Xiao He of the entire matter, who then relayed it to Qin Feng.

Qin Yang had no time to concern himself with the intricacies of power plays.

The specific operations would have to be handled by Prince Feng.

With Xiao He and Zhang Yi, his two great strategists, by his side, they wouldn't be any less intelligent than him.

As for him, he had plenty of things to do.

"Before the sacrifice begins, the Knights Templar will surely fall victim to the Pope's schemes."

"I can wait there in advance. If I can save them, I might be able to trick them into giving me the kunlun mirror without shedding a drop of blood."

"After getting the kunlun mirror, I'll have to go to the Throne of Bones."

"The 'Star of Guardianship' given by Howard will allow me to easily teleport across space."

"The remaining task is to stop the Pope's sacrifice."

"Even if I can't stop it, it doesn't matter. As long as I recruit my beloved official at the Throne of Bones and gain the benefits, the main objective will be achieved."

Qin Yang pondered in his mind.

His primary goal was still to seize treasures.

As for the rest, they were merely secondary tasks.

If they weren't convenient, then safety would naturally be his priority.

After confirming everything, Qin Yang looked out the window.

The Guanghui on the Holy Light Tower was still gentle.

But Qin Yang felt a hint of sadness from it.

It was as if the Holy Light Goddess had already sensed everything and was grieving over humanity's betrayal...

On a night two days later.

All Professionals participating in the finals entered the Holy City.

Their faces radiated various expressions.

Some were solemn, some excited, some curious.

All the buildings in the Holy City had a strong religious character.

Sculptures of the God of Holy Light were everywhere.

Its image was that of a woman in a long robe.

She had her eyes gently closed, her face serene and gentle.

Every Professional would befriend a Priestess.

The image of the God of Holy Light was like one of the many Holy Light Priests, making people feel incredibly close to her.

The crowd flowed, eventually converging in the square in front of the Holy Light Tower.

Looking around, there were easily over a thousand people.

Among them were young Genius and mediocre middle-aged people, but all their strength was within the Elite Tier.

The tournament's restriction of Elite Tier participants under 40 years old was intentional.

Only upon reaching the Elite Tier was one considered a qualified Professional.

And if one hadn't reached this strength by the age of 40, they could essentially start over.

It could be said that Elite Tier strength was the mainstream of the Professional world; Breakthroughing this stage meant achieving a class leap.

In Qin Yang's eyes, this was a gathering of weaklings.

The three, Chu Mengxuan, were also among the weaklings now.

Qin Yang did not stand with them but sat in a small building, observing the movements of the Knights Templar.

The gathering of a thousand Professionals posed a huge security risk.

The Knights Templar guarding the Holy Light Tower had all been dispatched, scattering to various corners of the Holy City.

At this moment, the Holy Light Tower's defenses were at their weakest.

And the dispersed Knights Templar were also vulnerable to harm.

Before this, Qin Yang had already sent a warning to the Knights Templar through the Imperial Guards.

Even if they didn't believe it, they would be on high alert.

Qin Yang was hiding in a high place at this time, waiting for the Pope to make his move.

Only when the Pope acted could he take advantage of the chaos to enter the Holy Light Tower and gain the trust of the Knights Templar.

"The undead Qi from the Throne of Bones will be sensed by the Knights Templar. The Pope should make his move during the process of opening the Secret Realm," Qin Yang mused.

The Pope's caution gave him a headache.

This guy would devise three plans for anything he did.

Even his closest subordinates didn't know which one he would use.

He had also set three time points for acting against the Knights Templar.

Before the Secret Realm opened, during its opening, and after its opening.

He was so cautious it made one want to curse.

But it didn't matter... Qin Yang had already implemented protective measures for the key figures of the Knights Templar. No matter when the Pope made his move, it would be under control.

Moreover, the Knights Templar should also be prepared by now and not so easily wiped out.

As Qin Yang was thinking, a commotion arose below.

It turned out the Pope had appeared.

On the platform of the Holy Light Tower.

Priests in white robes marched out in formation.

One of them wore a much wider white robe, adorned with extremely intricate metal decorations, unlike the simple elegance of the others.

This person was the Pope.

He appeared to be only middle-aged.

But Emperor Tier Professionals' true ages couldn't be discerned.

According to Zhang Lingxiao, this person was already ninety years old, much older than Lin Xuan.

This ninety-year-old's foundation should not be underestimated.

Who knew how many items he possessed?

Such a person should be left for Lin Xuan to deal with.

Thinking of this, Qin Yang looked at the sky and murmured, "Grandpa should not be far from here."

Whoosh!

A rustling sound of clothes could be heard.

In front of the Holy Light Tower, below the high platform.

In the square, nearly half of the Professionals knelt before the Pope, as if worshipping a deity.

And those Professionals with different beliefs also bowed their heads, showing respect for Holy Light.

It was a common understanding among all Professionals that you could offend anyone but Holy Light.

Of course, except for undead-type Professionals.

For example, Lin Mo, who stood there ramrod straight, making her stand out.

After learning that the simulated Secret Realm was the Throne of Bones, Lin Mo also resumed her status as a participant. She would meet up with Chu Mengxuan and the other two at the Throne of Bones and act together.

As for the fat man, he could only stay in the hotel and wait for news.

This was the consequence of being too laid-back; the Opportunity of the Throne of Bones was once again not for him.

"Everyone, the Holy Light Goddess will watch over you," the Pope said, his eyes benevolent, blessing the crowd with a chanting voice.

This was a voice imbued with the power of Holy Light.

It could soothe people's hearts and alleviate mental anxiety.

Listening to this voice, the Professionals all showed intoxicated expressions, praising the greatness of Holy Light.

Even Lin Mo and other undead-type Professionals, while being suppressed by the power of Holy Light, displayed dazed expressions.

Qin Yang frowned, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

He wasn't suppressed by Holy Light, but in the Pope's slightly trembling voice, he heard a hint of uncontrollable madness.

"Is this a signal?" Qin Yang was slightly startled.

The Pope's voice not only contained the power of divine light but also fluctuations of illusion skills.

This was no blessing!

It was a signal to act!

He was going to attack the Knights Templar!

Qin Yang thought, immediately telling all the Imperial Guards in his mind, "Get ready, they're going to make their move!"

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