Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Mitchell turned his head immediately after hearing Mammon's voice, and almost cried with joy when he saw the blond boy leading a group of scourges, ah no, a group of powerful and noble archangels, demon kings and dragon kings.

Claude's tense face relaxed when he saw the blond boy and the others.

Angus's dark green eyes also faded back to beautiful emerald green, he couldn't help smiling happily, and raised his hand to signal the elves behind him to put down their weapons.

Cain touched his nose, and raised his hand to signal the vampires to put down their guard. Lilith, who was standing aside, also walked over quickly.

The sea tribes, who were all covered with cloaks and stood far away, made comments, and the faces of the aliens standing with the elves also changed a little when they saw the blond boy.

Arnold, who noticed this change, suddenly changed his eyes when he looked at the blond boy and his group.

The paladins surrounding the entire ruined battlefield looked at each other in blank dismay, unaware of the sudden change.

Mitchell and Claude stepped forward to greet the blond boy. The blond boy glanced at them and then looked at Angus and Cain, as well as those creatures who were almost on the verge of extinction.

Angus, Cain, and Lilith also came over and were about to salute, when the blond boy raised his hand to signal them not to salute.

Alves smiled heartily: "Angus, you are too slow, why did you arrive now."

Angus smiled angrily: "Are you for me? I don't have wings, and I can't fly over with such a clansman with a monster. Naturally, I'm not as fast as you."

Mammon rushed in front of Cain, jumped up, grabbed Cain's lapel, and yelled furiously, "Who is your brother! I have nothing to do with your half a copper coin! No!!"

Cain was bent down by Mammon, and his ears hurt even more from Mammon's yelling. He said with a bitter face, "Yes, yes, it's okay, it's okay... wait, I'm chasing Lilith, if Lily Si is willing to spend the rest of my life with me, then I will become your stepfather?"

Mamen became even more furious: "Stepfather, your sister! Your sister's stepfather!"

Lilith was furious, and waved the folding fan in her hand and gave Cain a slap on the head: "I will never want to in this life, you give up!"

Cain's face became even more bitter.

Arnold watched the farce played over there, and the muscles on his face twitched, feeling that his previous guess was too ridiculous.

The blond boy said blankly: "Enough, stop."

The scene paused for an instant, and in the next second, all the creatures stood up obediently, watching their noses, noses, and hearts, obediently and quietly.

The blond boy looked at Mitchell, and said expressionlessly: "Arrange them and come here. And..." The blond boy looked at Arnold lightly, "He, can you control him?"

Mitchell was slightly stunned. He looked at Arnold with an indifferent face, his heart turned, and he said decisively to the blond boy: "Yes, don't worry, Mitchell won't let him trouble you in the slightest."

"Then, Gabriel." The blond boy lowered his eyes slightly.

"Yes, Father God." Gabriel nodded obediently, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Arnold.

Arnold was startled, and Gabriel pressed his shoulder before he could move. Arnold heard the clear crisp sound from his shoulder, and thought with cold sweat on his face: It must be a bone fracture.

Gabriel smiled gently at Arnold, and said softly, "Please don't make unnecessary resistance, or I will have a headache. Well, please rest assured, as long as you don't do irrational behavior, your life will never be in danger of."

Arnold endured the severe pain in his shoulder and looked at the weak Gabriel expressionlessly, and silently complained in his heart: After breaking my bones, he told me that his life was absolutely not in danger...Who would believe it?

What surprised Arnold the most was that when the paladins saw that he was being attacked and were about to rush up, he saw a potion bottle thrown by one of the young men (Belia) who was standing next to the blond boy to the paladins. Their expressions immediately became dazed.

In less than a minute, all the paladins present fell down.

"Angus, Cain, make arrangements for the creatures you brought to come see me; Mitchell, Claude, help them make arrangements." The blond boy said.

The four creatures responded respectfully.

"Then...Gabriel, take that guy—" The blond boy looked up at the sun expressionlessly, "Let's go back to have lunch together." It's already past the usual lunch time, and he... is hungry.

After arranging everything, Mitchell and Claude brought Angus, Cain and Lilith to the mansion where the blond boy temporarily lived. drink tea.

At a glance, Mitchell saw Arnold who moved a chair and sat by the window, covering his ugly stomach with one hand, and a subtle feeling of sympathy suddenly arose in his heart.

After bowing to the blond boy and stepping aside, Mitchell came to Arnold and patted Arnold on the shoulder sympathetically: "Do you need stomach medicine? I still have it. I'll get you a bottle." After a pause, Added another sentence: "Don't worry, the effect is very good. I feel comfortable immediately after drinking it. I drink a few bottles almost every day."

Arnold: "..."

Claude, who also came over, said with a straight face, "Please give me a bottle after every meal in the future."

Mitchell was surprised: "What? Haven't you prepared stomach medicine?"

Claude's face was paralyzed: "I forgot that there is such a thing as 'stomach medicine' in this world."

Arnold: "..."

Arnold couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Mitchell's skirt and tore him off. Mitchell was caught off guard by Arnold and bent down, and the two faces were so close that they almost touched each other's cheeks. With the tip of his nose, Arnold gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice: "What the hell is going on! They, who are they?! Also, didn't you say that the Templar Commander Iverssaille has died? Why...!"

After a murderous lunch with flying knives and all those very familiar and very creepy names being called to each other by guys who are probably not human, Arnold is really not good at all!

Not to mention the "Father God"... If he can't guess again, he is a fool!No, a fool among fools!

Mitchell raised his hand to stop Claude who was about to step forward to pull Arnold away. He looked directly into Arnold's eyes that were close at hand, and said word by word: "That's what you think."

Arnold was stunned, he stared at Mitchell, the hand holding Mitchell's skirt trembled, and his voice was floating: "Are you kidding..."

Mitchell sighed, opened Arnold's hands and straightened his clothes, and looked at Arnold lightly: "What do you think?"

The Holy See suddenly disappeared, the pope, archbishop and several bishops disappeared without a trace, and the oracle resounded throughout the mortal world, and could no longer sense the slightest holy power. It had been hidden for thousands of years, even tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years. The various races that are suddenly active now, and all kinds of rumors...

Arnold suddenly straightened up after being absent-minded for a while, and looked straight at the blond boy surrounded by creatures with a faint expression: "My God..." Then he looked at Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Uriel, "Archangel..."

Arnold's heart beat faster and his breathing became short of breath.

Mitchell and Claude looked at each other wordlessly, and then looked at Arnold with sympathy and gloating.

Disillusioned, it seems that someone accompanied them to a mental breakdown.

The other side of the living room.

"Your Highness Gabriel and Uriel," Angus smiled and nodded at the two archangels, "Your Highness is here too."

Gabriel smiled softly: "Your Majesty Angus, long time no see."

Uriel nodded to Angus: "Your Majesty Angus."

Mamen snorted, and muttered: "There are so many annoying bird people, it really makes the devil unhappy."

Michael put on a half-smile: "What are you talking about, brat? Speak up if you can."

Raphael pressed his forehead with a headache: "Michael!" Do you want to disturb their rhythm of copying together?

Beria brought a cup of fragrant tea to the blond boy with a smile: "Father God, please drink."

The blond boy took it slowly, and took a small sip.

Leviathan ran up to the blond boy with a plate of cookies as if offering a treasure, and looked at the blond boy with bright eyes: "Father, Father, would you like some snacks? This is specially left by Leviathan for Father." God's."

"Father God, this is made by Beria himself, please enjoy." Beria brought out a plate of crispy biscuits out of nowhere and said to the blond boy with a smile.

Leviathan looked at the very good-looking and fragrant biscuits on Beria's plate, and then looked at the unremarkable biscuits on his own plate that Father God personally bought for them in a bag today, Leviathan glared at Beria angrily.

Beria looked at Leviathan with a smile. It was a silent provocation. Leviathan had already put down the plate and rolled up his sleeves angrily, ready to fight.

Lilith hid to the side and fanned the folding fan happily watching the show, while Cain watched enviously. There were too many sturdy creatures around the blond boy, and he didn't dare to squeeze in casually.

Those creatures wouldn't do anything to him in front of my god, and they wouldn't necessarily be so polite to him if they were behind my god's back.

Suddenly, the blond boy put down his teacup and said calmly: "All the archangels and the devil step down, and Lilith, you also step down."

The living room suddenly became quiet, and the creatures looked at each other. The archangel and the demon kings got up and saluted and left the living room. Lilith also left with the demon kings after saluting.

"Sit down," the blond boy said.

The blond boy sat with his legs crossed on the single sofa, while Angus, Alves, Cain, Mitchell, Claude, and Arnold were either sitting on the sofa or pulling out a chair to sit aside .

"The pope's ceremony will be in a few days. Are all races here?" The blond boy looked at Angus and Alves.

"All the surviving races have been invited," Angus frowned a little embarrassedly, "but there is no guarantee that they will all come."

Alves hastily added: "The Dragon Clan can go and bring the creatures of other races in person."

"No need." The blond boy picked up the teacup, his snow-blue eyes looked at the warm brown tea in the cup calmly, "Whether they come or not, it won't make any difference." After finishing speaking, he took a sip tea.

"All the preparations for the Pope's ceremony have been made, and His Royal Highness Raphael also said that there is no problem." Mitchell said boldly.

The blond-haired boy let out an "um" with half-cast eyes, and took another sip of his tea.

The living room was quiet again.

With a "click", the blond boy put down his teacup, and looked at the mortal creatures present with his snow-blue eyes: "At the Pope's ceremony, I will personally establish the Holy See."

The expressions of all the creatures became solemn, and Arnold's heart was beating like a drum, and his fingers were trembling with nervousness.

"At that time, the enchantment of the mortal world will be broken, and the passage of the three worlds will be connected—"

The blond boy's voice was cold and indifferent: "It's the prelude to a holy war."

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