The contest of wits has already begun; once he withdraws and concedes defeat, it will prove that the Western Empire has lost.
The victor is king, the loser is villain.
According to the rules of the supernatural world, if the Western Empire loses the battle, then the other side's supernatural beings can act with impunity on their territory.
Claude: "!!!"
Thinking about the consequences of failure...
The thought that the church's dignity would be trampled underfoot because of him made him realize how miserable his fate would be.
The church will not let him get away with this!
so.
Claude had no choice.
He had no choice but to stand up and endure the pain, swallowing his pride and blood.
Mike and Austin: "!!!"
Seeing his mouth full of blood, he picked up the crucifix and returned to his seat...
The two exchanged a deep, solemn look. Mike: ...
He gave Austin a look, then immediately turned and walked outside.
Austin wasn't qualified to contact bishops or anything like that.
Even if it's him...
You should also be polite.
Mike's face darkened at the thought of those arrogant people in the church.
But.
Circumstances forced Mike to reluctantly dial the bishop's number.
It was late at night in the Western Empire.
The church received the call, and the caller's tone was very unfriendly.
Especially after learning that Mike was looking for the bishop, the godfather who answered the phone frowned even more.
"The bishop is old."
He said, "At this time, he should already be resting."
Upon hearing this, Mike exclaimed, "!!!"
Suppressing his anger, he said, "I have something extremely urgent to attend to."
“Someone is causing trouble in Gaza because of his superpowers. Claude got into a fight and vomited blood. He needs the bishop’s help.”
The person on the other end of the phone was shocked to hear this.
"What?"
He said in disbelief, "With Claude's paltry skills, how dare he fight someone?"
"Wait here, I'll go wake up His Holiness the Bishop right away."
With that, the person hung up the phone.
Mike: "!!!"
Hearing the dial tone from the other end of the phone, I was completely dumbfounded.
"Hello? Hello?"
Undeterred, he called out a few more times before returning to the third basement level, grumbling and cursing.
When he returned to the third basement level, Claude: ...
He had already turned into a blood-soaked figure.
Before, he only vomited blood and had bloodstains on his mouth, but now...
Not only his mouth, but also his nose, eyes and ears were oozing blood.
Mike: "!!!"
They were all startled by Claude's appearance.
"Ha!"
He exclaimed in surprise, looking at Claude in disbelief, "You! How could you have become like this?"
Claude chuckled in response.
He gave a wry smile and said, "It's nothing, I'm just not as skilled as others."
"Have you contacted His Holiness the Bishop?"
Upon hearing this, Mike said: ...
A flash of anger crossed his face.
"No."
He said, "The people at the church said the bishop was asleep, so he went to wake him up."
"Who knows if he can even be woken up? And even if he could, what difference would it make?"
"The bishop is thousands of miles away; even if he comes now, it's too late!"
Mike spoke with righteous indignation.
But.
Upon hearing this, Claude couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Ha ha!"
He said, "There's still time! There's still time!"
"It's just a battle of wits from afar, why does His Holiness the Bishop need to come in person? As long as he wakes up and learns about this, he will definitely take action!"
These words were spoken.
Before Mike and Austin could react, the cross in Claude's hand suddenly shone brightly.
Upon seeing this, Claude exclaimed: "!!!"
Their eyes lit up.
"They're here!"
"His Holiness the Bishop has made a move!"
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