241: Chapter 241 Can I Choose the Third Option?

Tang Long's mood was somewhat complicated.

As a Fishing Old-timer, returning empty-handed or having a fish slip the hook were common occurrences.

However, being looked down upon and rolled an eye at by a fish was an absolute humiliation.

Could he endure this?

His main body inside the dungeon looked at Red Hand and Zheng Duo behind him; both of them cast inquiring glances back at him.

"Your Excellency, has the fish taken the bait?"

"Brother Tang, the scent here is too foul. Let's just pull in the net soon."

Tang Long shook his head slightly. "Wait a little longer."

Outside the dungeon, Luo Xin was like a Heavenly God descended to earth, each thrust of his spear felling a swath of Island Japanese corpses.

At the same time, he didn't forget to lecture Tang Long.

"The Apostle Sequence under the Pope's command only grants the title of apostle candidate to those who have achieved success in their cultivation. I have never seen an apostle who only practices Qi Manipulation."

"Even if the mask of calamity has been lost for many years, you shouldn't be this weak."

"If you are killed by these minions of the Alien God, the entire Apostle Sequence will share the shame."

Tang Long's mouth twitched. "And who might you be?"

Luo Xin finally glanced back at him for the first time. "The Seventh Apostle under the Pope's command, Luo Xin."

"Tch! Easy for you to say!"

"You grew up in a privileged environment, raised in a bed of roses. What about me? Two months ago, I was just a mine slave who had never practiced Cultivation."

"Compared to anyone in the world who has only cultivated for two months, I believe I'm not weak."

At this moment, a squad of Island Japanese players charged forward again shouting 'Tenno Heika Banzai.' Luo Xin did not swing his blood spear again; instead, he reached out and made a grasping motion.

Densely packed blood lines immediately connected these Island Japanese players to his hand, as if their blood were being pulled out of thin air.

However, as this blue blood gathered in Luo Xin's palm, his expression suddenly changed, and he let out a sharp shout.

The blue blood sphere in his palm exploded along with the squad of Island Japanese players.

"Weakness is weakness. Those who want to kill you won't ask how long you've been cultivating."

"Since you know you've only cultivated for two months, you should either hide far away or keep your head down and work hard to become stronger. Yet, you insist on being so high-profile."

"Furthermore, you are actually mixed up with these minions of the Alien God."

"What exactly is the Songcheng Sect doing? Do they even want to dabble in the power of the Alien God? Why did they only send you?"

Tang Long thought to himself that it wasn't just a Alien God; there was a Mad God living in the The Cathedral right now.

But these things certainly couldn't be told to Luo Xin.

"Your Excellency Luo Xin, did you come here specifically to scold me today?"

Luo Xin sneered. "Originally, yes. If you were sensible, I would have given you three choices."

"First, swear loyalty to the Pope and become a member of the Apostle Sequence."

"Second, if you refuse, I will challenge you according to the Canon. If I win, you either convert to the Pope's service or die."

"Third, hand over the mask of calamity, and I will take it to a sufficiently distant place to bury it."

"But you are truly too weak. With this little power, what use would the Pope have for you?"

"There's no such thing as a challenge; you aren't worthy."

"Damn!" Tang Long asked with a dark face, "I can be sensible now. Can I choose the third option?"

"No!"

While speaking, Luo Xin dashed back and forth, having nearly wiped out all the players in the mountain hollow.

"The mask of calamity is quite special. The reason the Pope didn't keep it by his side wasn't because he couldn't find it, but because the item is ill-omened."

"Therefore, I don't intend to give you any choice."

"The reason I intervened was only because I didn't want you to die at the hands of the Alien God's minions."

"Once I finish off these minions, I will personally use the Torch Spirit Blood Spear to kill you, giving you a dignified end."

"Don't worry, you won't feel a bit of pain."

Fine then.

Tang Long let out a deep sigh.

Originally, he thought that Planet Blue didn't have the kind of 'pretentious kings' found in novels.

He didn't expect one to suddenly jump out, acting so smoothly.

So, did the Blasphemers send anyone?

I'm so weak, and an apostle is here alone. Do you guys really not come for such a good opportunity?

It serves you right that you can't accomplish anything!

What about Governor Xu and the Wei Family?

If you don't take the Pope down a notch, how do you expect to swallow Huaidu in the future?

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In the Frozen Soil Camp.

Shang Qingyun looked at the leaders of the other three major guilds who had died and returned, sneering incessantly.

"Congratulations to the three of you, you've won."

"You successfully helped the Island Japanese kill off our Dragon Country's greatest advantage."

"There are at least eighty to a hundred war correspondents here. Today's battle will definitely be the headline on the forums tomorrow."

"The three of you will also surely become famous tomorrow."

"But your ancestors are going to suffer. Countless countrymen will definitely be sending their regards to them later; their graves might even start smoking."

Tang Tianzi's face twitched. "President Shang, your words are a bit too much. We didn't know this would happen."

"Didn't know? Are you pigs? Haven't there been enough lessons about Dragon Country people fighting internally only for outsiders to take advantage?"

Jin Ge Tie Ma was also full of anger. "Can this be entirely blamed on us? If you didn't run a monopoly, would there be all this trouble?"

"Traitors!"

"Say that again! I'll f—..."

"What can you do to me?"

"Old Shang, Old Shang, don't use such foul language."

Qin Ying hurried over to mediate. "Zhulong hasn't been taken down yet."

"A big BOSS suddenly appeared out of nowhere just now, seemingly Zhulong's bodyguard. He slaughtered us all indiscriminately."

"I see it as unlikely that the little Island Japanese will succeed either. Let's call it a blessing in disguise."

Shang Qingyun snorted. "It's best if nothing happens. Congratulations everyone, you won't have to become my mortal enemies."

But at this moment, Lü Daoren nearby finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

"President Shang, can you stop acting cool for a second?"

"Why did Qingyun stop moving after the team wipe? Did he go limp?"

"That big BOSS isn't Zhulong's bodyguard at all. I heard him speak just now; he's here to kill Zhulong!"

"After he finishes killing us players, he'll make his move!"

The gazes of several people couldn't help but snap toward him.

"What did you say!"

"Are you sure?"

"Qingyun's assembled team, set out immediately! Get there at the fastest speed! All other members don't need to gather, everyone head to the dungeon entrance on your own!"

Qingyun's team had been wiped out just now, but the three major guilds had many members. To fight back, they had to regroup and mobilize items and medicine.

Shang Qingyun hadn't expected such a major turn of events so quickly.

Listening to Lü Daoren's account, he was instantly anxious and didn't have the time to care about Lü Daoren's sarcasm.

But he felt that they probably wouldn't make it in time.

Setting aside how strong that sudden big BOSS was, just with the players' speed, it would take seven or eight minutes to run there.

Could Zhulong still hold out?

His eyes as he looked at Qin Ying and the other two were exceptionally furious.

The three of them felt hair stand on end under his gaze and avoided his eyes, immediately ordering their subordinates to rush over.

Over a hundred thousand players, like a dark tide, swept toward the dungeon direction once again.

But just then, they suddenly saw two streaks of long light fly overhead.

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Before the dungeon, there were no players left.

Luo Xin flicked the blue blood off the tip of his spear and turned to walk toward Tang Long.

"This spear is really impressive!"

"The Torch Spirit Blood Spear, the holy weapon of the Sixth Saint. Using it to kill these ants is overkill; it doesn't much like the blood of these Alien God minions either."

"If you were like me and had reached the Open Origin Peak Realm, the mask of calamity on your face would also possess immense power."

"We Holy Messengers inherit not only holy relics but also the majesty of the Saints."

"How can the majesty of a Saint allow itself to be defiled by ants?"

"So whether it's the Blasphemers, the Sun Worshipers, or any other evil force, they are all meaningless before us."

"Even if one must die, they can only die at the hands of their own kind."

"If you can understand this, you should say thank you to me, and then ask me to end your life."

Tang Long couldn't help but chuckle.

Luo Xin seemed not to understand what he was laughing at and was clearly getting a bit impatient.

But just as he raised the tip of his spear, he suddenly felt something strange and abruptly turned around.

Two streaks of brilliant light landed simultaneously, smashing large craters into the hills on both sides.

One tall and one short, one black and one white—two figures appeared in his sight, each stepping upon a bizarre Spirit Map.