Imperial Treasure

The Pope raised his hands, a devout expression appearing on his skeletal face, even uglier than that of a Spirit Coffin Body.

"Everyone... Now, you still have the right to choose: submit to the impending imperial power, or choose death!"

Many people were agitated.

There was some infighting among the Vatican people, and Bai Long’s eyes flickered as he suddenly flew up.

"Coward! And you think you can rule Africa this way?" Kui directly reached out, intending to kill Bai Long.

As Kui made his move, someone seemed even quicker.

A swath of white, one hand.

Snowy, delicate threads wrapped tightly around Bai Long, suffocating him.

In Hinduism, this is called a suffocation penalty — one of the highest punishments for traitors.

There was only one person who executed this punishment.

This person stood on a balcony over thirty stories high, hands crossed, fingertips shining with white light, shoulder-length flaxen hair, wearing an Indian monk’s robe, but with white as the base color, covered with complex and bizarre patterns, looking strange, yet she managed to pull it off. She had a silvery snake belt around her waist.

A snake-like woman, but without any hint of sinisterness.

She strangled Bai Long to death, her eyes showing no reverence for death, nor solemnity, just a calm and focused demeanor.

India is full of beauties, and perhaps this woman is the most typical Indian beauty, tall, graceful, with an alluring nature, yet she carried herself with restraint and dignity.

Looking down, she said to Kui, "I’m sorry, there are some things I don’t wish to hand over to others."

Kui looked at her, and the usually domineering and arrogant person surprisingly laughed, "Posayi, I thought you’d be indifferent to the end, but you finally made a move."

"Whether I make a move depends only on whether there’s a purpose or not. If there’s nothing I desire, of course, there’s no need to take action. On the contrary, if someone has a purpose, they will inevitably take action."

Her gaze swept across, including Kui, Agoleus, and others, as if they were seen through.

Indeed, they had a purpose.

But being scrutinized by this abstinent old pedant was truly uncomfortable.

— This woman’s eyes are poisonous.

Not to mention that the two seemed to have misunderstood, Posayi seemed not to be talking about them.

Someone died.

It was the person on the top floor calling for everyone to surrender to the Pope from a victorious stance.

A hand had pierced through his heart, sticky, bright red blood flowing onto that snowy, beautiful hand.

A few hours ago, this hand had gently embraced Sui Yi’s waist.

Now, it pierced through the Pope’s heart, holding a still-beating black heart in its palm.

Five fingers pinched the heart.

The Pope couldn’t see the face of the person behind him.

But he seemed to have guessed who it was.

Because of the aura.

That aura was arrogantly emanating from the person behind him.

Powerful, cold, brutal.

And those flowing locks of hair.

"Isn’t it surprising? Two years ago, you wanted to enslave me with that broken stick, I self-destructed~~ But I didn’t die~~"

"Not only did I survive, I’ve been right under your noses all along."

Another hand came from behind, delicately and gently pinching his neck.

Crack!

The neck was snapped.

The Vatican people instantly lost their will to resist.

They were already wavering, merely fearing the Pope’s authority. Now that the Pope was dead, they felt a sense of relief inside,

Damn it, finally dead!

But how could the one who killed him be this person!!!

Holding the Pope’s head, turning his face around, a world-class superstar curled their lips at the Pope’s still-open eyes.

"Long time no see, Pope."

As she said this, her evening gown flowed like ink, then quickly turned into a robe filled with a strong aura of darkness.

Her features became more dignified and distinct, her seductive eyebrows turned valiant.

Moreover, her eyes turned jade green like emerald, and the tattoo on her waist extended up to her neck.

To be precise, it revealed itself.

The top of that tattoo turned out to be two crossed blood-red daggers.

Gender indeterminate, but more beautiful and enchanting!

Shun murmured, "Green eyes, double daggers, King of Assassins."

Kui: "Edward? You’re Edward? But you’re a woman!"

Black crushed the Pope’s head, casting a cool glance.

"Who stipulated that Edward must be a man? Who stipulated that Black must be a woman?"

Wait, that’s so much information!! Let me be still!

Black and Edward?

These two seemed never to have attended an occasion together; most of the time, Edward spent pleasant nights in Black’s boudoir, or Black was taken to Edward’s mansion to admire the scenery together.

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