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Chapter 427 Meeting with the Pope, Demanding an Alliance

"Minister He, the situation is urgent."

Zhao Gang's voice came from the terminal, speaking very quickly.

"The eighth-tier demon god Orenus has descended upon the continent of Terra, bringing with him six seventh-tier demons. He is currently assembling a large army."

"The Demon race's frontline forces have completely retreated, and it is highly likely that they will launch a general offensive."

"You need to immediately communicate with the Holy Human Race to form a strategic alliance, advance and retreat together, and resist the Demon Race."

"Time is of the essence, and there is no room for delay."

"The detailed information has been sent to you."

He Wuqi's pupils suddenly contracted.

An eighth-order demon god?

He Wuqi took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and said in a deep voice:

"Understood, I'll act immediately."

Hang up the communication.

He quickly flipped through the documents that had been sent to understand the whole story and background.

After reading it, he approached Benedict, his expression grave.

"Your Excellency Archbishop, there is an emergency that requires our communication."

Benedict paused slightly.

"What happened?"

He Wuqi didn't waste any words and spoke directly.

"The eighth-tier demon god Orion has descended upon the continent of Terra."

"It brought six seventh-tier demons with it, and together with the two remaining seventh-tier demons in Terra, there are a total of eight. They are currently gathering a demon army."

"The Demon race's frontline forces have completely retreated, and I believe your frontline scouts will soon discover this as well."

"Our Great Xia believes that the Demon Race is very likely plotting a full-scale attack."

"To prevent being defeated one by one, Great Xia hopes to form a strategic alliance with the Holy Human Race to advance and retreat together and resist the Demon Race."

Benedict's face turned deathly pale instantly.

His eyes widened, and his voice trembled.

"Oh... Orlinus? That devil... how come he's appeared again?"

Clearly, this name is a nightmare etched into the very bones of the Holy Humans.

He Wuqi stared at him, his tone urgent.

"Archbishop, time is of the essence! This concerns the survival of the entire continent of Terra. We need to come up with a solution immediately!"

"It must be finalized as soon as possible!"

Benedict swallowed hard, his throat bobbing.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and after thinking for a moment, said:

"This matter is too important; I need to consult His Holiness the Pope."

"Let's go together," He Wuqi interrupted him directly.

"Time waits for no one. If possible, I would like to have a face-to-face meeting with His Holiness the Pope."

Benedict frowned slightly.

He looked into He Wuqi's calm and determined eyes and finally nodded.

"Okay, follow me."

He turned and strode toward the city center.

He Wuqi, along with members of the diplomatic corps, followed closely behind.

The group walked through the neat white stone streets, past the solemn knight statues, and finally arrived at the tallest church in the city center.

Cathedral of Holy Light.

The building is constructed entirely of white megaliths, with its towering spire seemingly piercing the clouds.

Its surface is engraved with countless holy light runes, radiating a soft yet solemn light.

The church doors were tightly shut, and on either side stood paladins clad in silver armor, holding longswords, motionless.

Benedict walked to the door and whispered a few words to the guard.

The guard nodded and pushed open the heavy door.

"Wait for me here."

Benedict said something to He Wuqi and went into the church alone.

The stone gate slowly closed.

He Wuqi stood outside the door, his gaze sweeping over the church's towering spire, silently calculating the time in his mind.

Every second felt incredibly long.

About five minutes later.

The stone gate opened again.

Benedict came out and nodded to He Wuqi.

"His Holiness the Pope has agreed to grant you an audience."

He Wuqi's eyes narrowed, and he led the members of the diplomatic corps into the church quickly.

The interior of the church is extremely magnificent.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the towering dome, emitting a soft, holy light.

The stone pillars on both sides are carved with reliefs of heroes from the Holy Human Race throughout history, each one lifelike.

The air was filled with a faint scent of spices, solemn and dignified.

He Wuqi and his entourage walked along the red carpet, through the long corridor, and finally arrived at the prayer hall deep inside the church.

At the far end of the hall, an elderly man dressed in a white and gold robe sat on a white stone chair.

Pope Gregory VII.

His hair was gray and his face was aged, but his eyes were still as deep as the sea, exuding an indescribable majesty.

He Wuqi stopped and bowed slightly.

"Greetings, His Holiness the Pope."

Gregory VII raised his eyelids and his gaze fell on He Wuqi.

"Benedict, the envoy of Great Xia, has informed me of the situation."

"The eighth-tier demon god Orion..."

His voice was low and hoarse, revealing a sense of weariness.

"I never expected that after a century, you would reappear."

He Wuqi stared directly at him and said in a deep voice:

"Your Holiness, the demons have assembled a large army and are very likely to launch a general offensive."

"Whether it is the Great Xia, the Holy Human Race, or any other race, none of them can withstand this power alone."

"Only by forming an alliance and standing together through thick and thin can we have a glimmer of hope."

Gregory VII remained silent for a few seconds.

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, producing a low, thumping sound.

"With the strength of your Great Xia Dynasty, you're not even confident in facing an eighth-tier demon god?"

He Wuqi did not evade the question.

"To be honest, I'm not absolutely certain."

"Therefore, we promptly informed all the tribes of the information."

"You have seventh-tier powerhouses, magic, and knowledge of the demon race."

"The chances of winning will be much greater if multiple parties join forces."

Gregory VII stared intently at He Wuqi, as if trying to see through him.

a long time.

He spoke slowly.

"You're in such a hurry, there must be some reason behind it that you haven't told us, right?"

He Wuqi's heart tightened.

He took a deep breath and spoke calmly.

"Your Holiness, you are overthinking it."

"All I want to say is that if even the Great Xia cannot withstand it, then the Holy Human Race and all other races will not be far from extinction."

"The demon race will not let any race go unpunished."

"Instead of waiting to die, let's unite and fight back."

Gregory VII's eyes flickered slightly, and he said calmly:

"We need to discuss this internally before giving you a reply."

He Wuqi wouldn't give the other party any time to stall, and said directly:

"Your Holiness, the demons are already amassing a large army and will launch an attack soon."

"We need to finalize the decision to resist before that."

"If this drags on, we will see no hope of victory."

"To prevent Earth from being invaded..."

He paused, then took a deep breath and said heavily:

"We will withdraw from Terra and cease our fight against the Daedric Princes."

After hearing this, the Pope remained silent for an even longer time.

Finally, he sighed.

"The Holy Human Race wishes to form an alliance with Great Xia."

"Let us stand together and fight against the demons."

He Wuqi felt relieved and bowed, saying:

"Your Holiness the Pope is wise."

"Next, we need to discuss and come up with the specific details of the plan."

Gregory VII nodded and looked at Benedict.

"Immediately summon all the archbishops and knight commanders to discuss the battle plan."

"You will discuss the specific plan with the Great Xia envoy."

"Regarding force deployment... you can include me in the plan."

He waved his hand, then closed his eyes wearily.

"Go."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Benedict bowed and withdrew.

He Wuqi turned and left the hall, secretly letting out a long sigh of relief.

The first step has finally been completed.