Full-level boss forced to raise cubs after retirement

Chapter 33 Elf Cub
The people who came in started fighting without saying a word.

One of the elders standing on Charles' side turned pale when he saw this, raised his hand and attacked the blond boy without thinking, but was stopped by Demon.

The elder immediately scolded the blond boy, "Stop Calvin! This is the meeting hall, how can you be presumptuous!"

Demon immediately snapped back, "You also know that this is the meeting hall, so what do you mean by what you said just now? Why did you allow Charles to be presumptuous!"

The elder immediately said, "Charles is an excellent candidate among the members of the Holy Son."

Calvin poked his neck right away and pierced, "Elder Roger, you are wrong. There are several of us who are better than Charles in the reserve of the Holy Son. How come he comes out and jumps when something happens to the Pope?"

His words undoubtedly slapped Roger directly in the face, and also made several people over there look pale and pale.

"Shut up, it's not your turn to speak here."

Calvin clenched his fists unconvinced, his eyes were slightly red, "The Pope is only away for a few days and will be back soon!"

Such a great person, how could something happen to him!

Calvin may not have noticed it himself. When he said these words, he was also afraid in his heart, and his body trembled slightly.

I heard that the magic dragon is very powerful this time, and as soon as we met, the Pope suffered a disadvantage in her hands.

Demon sternly yelled at Roger and the others, "Heh... even a child understands the truth, I don't believe you, Roger, don't understand, you fucking want to seek power and usurp the throne, and you can't hide it with such high-sounding words Your ambitions are hidden deep enough, and you usually show your affection in front of His Holiness the Pope, but you can't help but jump out at critical moments, His Holiness is not dead yet!"

"Not always."

An unpleasant voice came, and within a short while, several strange people wearing black cloaks and holding scimitars appeared in the meeting hall of the Temple of Light.

The faces of Demon and others changed greatly, "Who are you!!!"

When Charles and the others saw these people in black cloaks, they had obvious smiles on their faces.

"Even if your pope can really come back alive, it is uncertain whether he will be the pope at that time."

The voice spoke again.

Demon pointed to the leading man in the black cloak, "When will it be your turn to intervene in the affairs of our Temple of Light!"

He attacked with a fire technique, but was easily resolved by the man in the black cloak and wounded Demon.

Of course the other elders would not stand still. The meeting hall of the Temple of Light soon became a battlefield.

These people in black cloaks who suddenly appeared had strange movements, exuding an extremely uncomfortable death aura.

Just when one person's scimitar was about to cut Demon's throat, a burst of strong light suddenly lit up, and the screams of those men in black cloaks immediately echoed in the conference hall.

They rolled on the ground in pain, completely losing their previous arrogance.

And when they saw this light, the people present behaved differently.

People including Demon were overjoyed, while people including Roger and Charles suddenly paled.

At the entrance of the main hall, with the light behind him, a slender figure walked in gracefully as if radiating golden light all over his body. The movement seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye, he walked up to one of the men in black and looked down at him. He, under the backlight, couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

The moment he raised his hand, he clasped his slender five fingers wearing white gloves, and there was a bright sword made of light in his palm. A gust of wind blew up his golden hair, making him appear The aura between the brows became more fierce and full of killing intent.

With a puff, Asius held the Excalibur of Light in his hand, and killed the man in the black cloak at his feet with a calm expression. Blood splashed immediately, staining the clothes and faces of the people around him.

"Ashus!!!"

"My lord pope!!!"

Two different voices sounded at the same time, and the tone was completely opposite. The former was shocked and fearful, while the latter was excited and surprised.

The moment the cloaked man on the ground saw Asius appearing, his eyes were full of fear. After seeing him kill one of his companions without hesitation, the rest of them immediately endured the pain on their bodies, Stand up and run.

The moment Asius raised his eyes, they seemed to be surrounded by a raging killing intent, but they didn't dare to stay.

Also frightened, there were Roger, Charles and the others, whose faces could no longer be described as pale.

The group of people fled very fast, but Asius unhurriedly pulled out the Excalibur of Light in his hand from the corpse, and saw that he waved his hand in the direction in which those people were fleeing, with a flash of light. His sword energy was wrapped in the aura of stormy waves, and he slashed at the cloaked men with unstoppable momentum.

It seemed that just for a split second, those men in black cloaks acted as if the pause button had been pressed, they kept running away without moving, and fell to the ground one after another in the next second, lifeless.

After beheading everyone, the Divine Sword of Light in Asius' hand turned into spots of light and dissipated in his hands.

In the presence of two completely different emotions, he slowly walked towards the seat of the Pope on the high platform, taking off his gloves slowly while walking.

The expression on his face was flat, and no one could read any emotion from his face.

"Your Majesty the Pope."

Even so, when Demon and the others saw Asius returning safely and soundly, they knelt down on one knee with tears in their eyes, and placed their left fists respectfully on their chests.

No matter what the mood of the people present is, everyone did this action together, but some people lowered their heads, their heads were full of despair, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Asius looked indifferently at the people below with his dark golden eyes.

"Roger, Charles..."

A deep and indifferent voice sounded from above, and the people whose names were called couldn't help but tremble slightly, and buried their heads even lower.

"Teach... His Excellency the Pope."

Roger responded with a trembling voice.

(End of this chapter)