Flying dagger through the heart!

The Undead Tribe, which hadn't died despite being hacked so many times by the Luoyang shovel, fell silent instantly.

Inside the church, silent as a grave.

Clearly, what happened today was too bizarre.

They need to reflect!

They need to calm down!

They need a thorough analysis!

These people believed their skills were sufficient, but upon encountering the Undead Tribe, fear emerged within them.

This overturned their understanding.

Even more shocking was that the Pope, with just a flying dagger, extinguished that person?

Because the Luoyang shovel man was very familiar with them on a regular basis, everyone knew this wasn't acting.

The dagger in the Pope's hand must have something special.

Of course, Whitaker Dog and others have long known.

But it's limited to their knowledge.

The Pope trusts Logan Channing, trusts Whitaker Dog, enough to give them the partially developed dagger to use.

Although, to a certain extent, this has the nature of a guinea pig.

"The Undead Tribe is difficult to kill, precisely because of this absolute advantage, the outside world has been dominated by them."

The Pope pointed outside, eyes full of excitement: "Undead Tribe means immortality! If they don't die, who will we collect money from? This smashes the urns in our hands!"

No one responded.

These people were still immersed in shock, unable to extricate themselves.

"Certainly, many people will die in the great war. We will gain a lot as well. But what about afterwards? Afterward, we won't have value."

"From the perspective of the Funeral Alliance, we must eliminate them!"

"From my perspective, as one of the Seventh Emperors, I need revenge! To prove myself!"

"I just ask one thing, are you willing to fight!"

"Kill them, eat them!"

The Pope raises his hands.

"Willing!"

Everyone stood up.

Shouted aloud.

They are not stupid.

Without the dead, can we still have these days?

The Undead Tribe is so terrifying, if they don't take the initiative, they will eventually be wiped out by them too.

It was inevitable a battle would happen, it's better to start the fight early!

They can still take the initiative.

Moreover, the Pope's weapon seems to restrain the Undead Tribe quite well.

"I'm confident, but this weapon is still in the development stage. Today, gathering everyone here, is just a reminder for you all to prepare early."

The Pope took the Luoyang shovel from the man's hand and directly beheaded another member of the Undead Tribe.

Yet, their head kept blinking!

If the first impact brought them great shock.

Then this time, even more overturning!

"Did you see? These are your future enemies." The Pope took a bottle of liquid from Logan Channing's board, gently applied it to the Luoyang shovel!

The shovel seemed to be coated with black paint!

Bang!

The Pope directly discharged!

The Undead Tribe, after encountering the shovel coated with the substance, died straight away.

"This is difficult to refine."

The Pope returned the shovel to the man: "Cherish this shovel, at least when facing the Undead Tribe, you needn't worry."

"Thank you, Pope." The man knelt on one knee, showing his sincerity.

"Alright, disperse!"

The Pope waved his hand: "In spare time, I'll talk to you about the Seventh Emperors, talk about my matters, talk about things you don't know."

After speaking, he strode forward.

Logan Channing followed behind.

Out of the church, Logan Channing couldn't help but ask: "Godfather, your identity..."

"I did hide it from you. But if I told you, you might not believe." The Pope, dressed in a bright red robe, said with a smile: "Time will explain everything. Follow me well, and your future too will be boundless."

"And that West Tower..."

The Pope suddenly stopped, asked: "Do you think, powerful?"

"Very powerful, definitely not an ordinary person." Logan Channing nodded, without even thinking.

"When you get the chance, capture him. My goddaughter is so beautiful, is there a man in the world not moved?"

After saying this, the Pope led Logan Channing towards a gigantic laboratory.

There are heavily guarded soldiers at the entrance.

Even card swipes are needed!

A three-meter-thick steel door slowly rises.

Inside, there's yet another door.

The Pope placed his palm on it.

The door slowly opened.

Logan Channing was a bit surprised.

She knew about this place, but had never been inside.

Today was her first time visiting, filled with excitement.

But unexpectedly, after the second door opened, there was even a third door!

The Pope went to the door, bringing his eyes to the scanner.

Ding!

The door slowly lifted!

Logan Channing was dumbfounded.

Inside, there's a fourth door!

"This fourth door is a password door!" The Pope did not guard against Logan Channing, and even pulled her over when she turned around.

"Remember this password."

The Pope entered the password in front of Logan Channing.

The door quickly rose!

This time, entering the view was the laboratory.

Busy bustling figures.

"Four doors, ordinary people simply cannot enter. The material of these doors is extremely sturdy, they cost the Funeral Alliance over a hundred years of funeral fees!"

The Pope walked while introducing to Logan Channing.

"My door card might be stolen. I personally might be forcibly taken, but this password, as long as I don't want to say, nobody can enter."

Fourfold security!

Ensuring the safety of the laboratory.

"Pope, what are the people here doing..."

Logan Channing looked at the busy figures in front of her, somewhat confused.

"The reason we can kill the Undead Tribe is because of the liquid produced here. But... the raw materials are scarce."

The Pope constantly surveyed inside.

Roughly estimated, the laboratory was about four football fields large.

Inside were at least a thousand people!

Everyone was busy, no one idle.

"See, we've used so many materials." The Pope pointed at a place piled with herbs like a mountain, and a lot of chemical supplies.

Then pointed to another side, a black liquid as big as a wine barrel: "In one month, we can only produce this little."

"Only one barrel?" Logan Channing was a bit astonished: "Less than one ten-thousandth utilization?"

"A barrel?" The Pope laughed: "If there were really a barrel, I'd laugh myself awake. Look closely, there's only that one cap!"

Logan Channing leaned in closer.

Only then did she realize that the container as big as an upside-down wine barrel, was brownish-yellow on top, only the very bottom was black.

"Now you know, how difficult our situation is?"

The Pope left and walked to a part of the wall.

On the wall, there's a human leg.

Sealed within!

Made into a specimen.

"This is..." Logan Channing stared at that leg, had an indescribable feeling.

It seemed as if there was abundant Spiritual Power within that leg!

"This is... have you heard of Pruitt Wilde? Using your terms, this is Pruitt Wilde's leg!"

After the Pope said this, Logan Channing was stunned.

"Pruitt Wilde?"

She had indeed heard of this legend.

Could it be this person truly exists in the world?

Moreover, how many years ago was Pruitt Wilde!

"Thousands of years, not decay, not deterioration. Do you say this world is mysterious?" The Pope, staring at that leg, squinted his eyes.

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