Living With My Lady Boss

At this moment, Holt glared coldly at Bernal, shouting angrily, "Bernal, do you realize who you're talking to? I am the Pope! Do you think I am less than an ordinary Church member in your eyes?"

"Please, Your Holiness, demonstrate Illuminos."

"Insolence!"

"Bernal, you have disappointed me greatly. Now, I, Holt, as the Pope, hereby strip you of your title as Cardinal and expel you from the Church. From this moment on, you are no longer a member of our Church. Begone!"

Hearing this, Bernal gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Why is it that everyone else can perform the Illuminos, a very simple spell, but you, Your Holiness, dare not? It seems Wilbur was right. You have sacrificed your soul to the evil god and become its puppet. Isn't that the real reason you refuse to perform Illuminos?"

Bernal's eyes widened, and in the next instant, a beam of white light pierced through his chest. Holt, with a dark expression, watched as Bernal fell to the ground, full of resentment. He said coldly, "You despicable fool. I trusted you the most, but I never expected you to turn against me and help Wilbur.

"You truly deserve to die!"

"Perhaps, compared to Bernal, it is you who deserve to die more, Holt."noveldrama

At this moment, a voice echoed. Wilbur stepped out from behind the hall. Holt turned to Wilbur and said, "It's you, Wilbur. You caused Bernal's death. Now, I will kill you to avenge him."

As soon as Holt finished speaking, a beam of light shot toward Wilbur. Wilbur channeled his dragon aura to form a defensive wall, which absorbed the beam instantly.

"Despicable wretch."

Holt flipped his right hand, and an ice sword materialized. In the next moment, he dashed forward. Wilbur did not dodge but charged straight at Holt instead. The dragon aura formed a spectral image, sending Holt flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground.

Frowning, Wilbur looked at Holt and said, "Why has your strength suddenly become so weak? Is it because of him?"

"Yes, it's me. I severed Holt's connection to the evil god's energy. Now, he has lost all the power he gained from the evil god. He's just an ordinary cultivator at the Emperor level."

A voice echoed from outside the hall. Wilbur turned his head to see the Dark Messenger slowly walking in.

"Dark Messenger, is it you?"

Wilbur looked between the Dark Messenger and Holt, frowning. "Holt killed you. Don't you hate him to the core? Why didn't you kill him?"

The Dark Messenger's made a faint smile. "Killing him would be far too merciful. Instead, I've decided to turn him into a puppet. He will fight you in my place. If he wins, it's my victory. If he loses, he will be utterly destroyed."

"Damn it, I am not your puppet."

Holt struggled to his feet and turned to run, trying to escape. But after only a few steps, his body froze, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

In the next instant, the Dark Messenger twitched his fingers, and Holt stood up like a marionette controlled by strings.

"You wretched fiend, what do you want me to do? Dark Messenger, if you have the guts, let me go and fight me directly!"