Although Old Grimm seemed to be in an invincible position with the replenishment of the water element, he knew very well that the replenishment of the water element was just a drop in the bucket for him. It could not keep up with this high-intensity consumption at all.
What's more, the Divine Territory consumed the power of the Divine Soul, and the nourishment of water elements was better than nothing. Besides, he was not a Cleric, so his sea of consciousness was naturally not as good as that of a cleric like Brad who had been absorbing the Power of Faith to temper his mental strength all year round. On the surface, it seemed that he had a great chance of winning, but in fact, it was not. At this moment, he was already an arrow at the end of its flight. His sea of consciousness was about to dry up and was in danger. He was just holding on with his unyielding faith.
Both of them had scruples, so they had the idea of stopping the fight at the same time. After Brad sensed that Old Grimm's fighting spirit was fading, he also restrained his fighting spirit tacitly and praised, "Mr. Grimm, the Gold Family really lives up to its name. Let's call it a tie this time. How about we stop for the time being?"
"Archbishop Brad, you're too polite. The Asura Hell is the real invincible Divine Territory. Old Grimm had the geographical advantage, so he could barely maintain a tie. I'm not as good as you!"
Old Grimm was also open-minded. He slowly put away the Divine Territory and said frankly.
"Mr. Grimm, you're too polite. We don't get to know each other without a fight. Let's put aside who's stronger and who's weaker for the time being and talk business first!"
Brad showed a touch of appreciation. He was indeed a little unconvinced and felt that Grimm had won unfairly, but seeing that he was so frank, the trace of depression in his heart immediately disappeared.
"That's right. If I hadn't been so eager to challenge Archbishop Brad, I wouldn't have known that there's always someone better out there. Old Grimm is ashamed!"
Although Grimm was just a servant in the Gold Family, he had always been arrogant and looked down on people in the secular world. He thought that he was almost invincible in the secular world.
But in the situation where he had the geographical advantage, he couldn't even defeat Brad. He immediately realized that he had underestimated the heroes of the world, so he immediately restrained his arrogance and said sincerely.
"Alright, we don't need to flatter each other. Mr. Green, since your Gold Family has the intention to enter the Heaven-accessing Secret Land, it can be considered as coinciding with our Holy Church. However, if it's only the two of us, it won't be so easy to get the quota from the Eastern Martial World."
The Holy Church and the Gold Family did not seem to be weak, but compared with the Eastern Martial World, which usually fought independently and had a common hatred for enemies, there was still a big gap.
"Archbishop Brad is right. The Eastern Martial World is indeed ridiculously strong. They are strong enough to crush our Western Martial World. Fortunately, the people of China love infighting and do not bother us. Otherwise, it would be a disaster for our Western Martial World!"
Old Grimm sighed and pretended to lament.
"Yes, the strength of the Eastern Martial World is far beyond our imagination, so we must get the quota for the Heaven-accessing Secret Land this time. Otherwise, the martial arts of the Eastern Martial World will be prosperous day by day, while our Western Martial World is declining day by day. Under such circumstances, even if we are not destroyed by the Eastern Martial World, we will be eliminated by history sooner or later and naturally die out. People who have no foresight will have immediate worries. Do you think I'm right, Mr. Green?"
Brad's eyes flickered, and the expression on his face was a faint smile. He secretly cursed the old fox, "Apart from looking like a Westerner, how can your Gold Family be considered a bullsh * t Western Martial Artist? "Damn it, if you didn't want to get the quota to enter the Heaven-accessing Secret Land, with your arrogant attitude, would you call yourself a Western Martial Artist and deal with us, the common people?"
"Archbishop Brad is really insightful. You have seen the disadvantages that are extremely disadvantageous to our Western Martial Artists, which coincides with what my family sees. I very much agree with Archbishop Brad's opinion that we should unite a few more powerful forces to represent the Western Martial World to exert pressure on the Eastern Martial World and fight for the quota to enter the Heaven-accessing Secret Land. This is also the intention of my family leader, so he sent my Young Master to express his sincerity. However, I heard that the Vatican and the Dark Parliament have always been incompatible like fire and water. I'm worried …"
Old Grimm was a sly old fox. He first complimented Bullard, then expressed the sincerity of his family, and then brought up the conflict between the Church and the Dark Council. He threw the thorny problem to Bullard in the end with words that were not fully expressed, to test his attitude.
Brad knew what Old Green was worried about. After all, there were only a few big forces in the Western Martial World, and the two biggest forces on the surface, the Vatican and the Dark Parliament, were sworn enemies. Whether the Dark Parliament was cast aside or the Vatican was eliminated, the alliance of the remaining forces could not exert pressure on the Eastern Martial World, and it was very likely that they would not be able to enter the Heaven-accessing Secret Land.
What Green was worried about was that if they united with the Dark Parliament, the Vatican would be dissatisfied and unwilling to cooperate with them. So he pointed out this contradiction hesitantly.
"Don't worry, Mr. Green. Although we have never been on good terms with the Dark Parliament, it concerns the martial arts fate of the entire Western Martial World. On behalf of the Vatican, I can promise that as long as the Dark Parliament does not take the initiative to make trouble, the Vatican can temporarily put aside some grievances for the sake of the overall situation."
Brad said with awe-inspiring righteousness. Although they were sworn enemies with the Dark Parliament, there was nothing they could not put aside in the face of interests.
"Well, Lord Brad, your broad-mindedness for the overall situation is admirable. With your words, Old Green can rest assured. Then I will contact the chairmen of the Dark Parliament to discuss the big plan. When I make an appointment, we will sit down and talk about the cooperation. Old Green will leave first. When there is any news, I will contact the archbishop immediately."
After complimenting him, Old Green planned to leave first. Now his Sea of Consciousness was exhausted, and he felt dizzy. If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he would be exposed. At that time, who knew if Brad would kill him? He could not take this risk, so he did not even want to ask whether the person saved by Brad was Seven Kills or not.
It did not matter if he died. The key was that there was still Gruer in his arms, who had fainted. He could not afford to lose him.
In fact, fainting Gruer was also an act of helplessness. Brad's Asura Hell was too gloomy, terrifying, and overbearing. The Evil Qi would affect people's mind. He was also afraid that the young master's Divine Soul would be injured, so he had to do this. But with Gruer's temper, he would probably be furious when he woke up. But since Gruer was the master, he could only endure it.
"Wait, Mr. Green, do you know the Descendants of God Organization?"
Brad's eyes were calm, making it impossible to see through his thoughts.
"I have heard a little about it!"
Old Green did not know what he meant and said vaguely.
Brad lowered his eyelids and said seriously with a solemn face, "The Descendants of God Organization is very harmful. I think it is better not to count them in this time."
"This …" Old Green was startled and looked a little hesitant. In his plan, he wanted to count the Descendants of God Organization. In this way, the Vatican, the Dark Parliament, the Descendants of God Organization, and the Gold Family, the four top forces would have enough confidence to bring pressure to the Eastern Martial World and obtain admission tickets. But if he gave up the Descendants of God Organization, he was afraid that the pressure would not be enough.
"Forget it, I didn't say anything. Mr. Green, do as you please. The Vatican will abide by the cooperation agreement!"
Brad saw his dilemma and said casually with a wave of his hand. In fact, he just wanted to test the attitude of the Gold Family toward the Descendants of God Organization.
In fact, the Vatican had long been aware of the existence of the Descendants of God Organization, and they also realized that the destructiveness and harm of this organization would probably far exceed that of the Dark Parliament in the future.
Although there were many dark races in the Dark Parliament, the main body was still human. Even if they did some bad things, they would not harm the entire human world.
But the Descendants of God Organization was different. They regarded themselves as the descendants of the gods, but they were insane and used living people as experiments in an attempt to create an omnipotent and powerful god. This was a heresy that seriously violated the teachings of the Vatican.
The Vatican would rather put aside their prejudices and cooperate with the Dark Parliament than cooperate with such inhumane, blasphemous lunatics.
But seeing that the Gold Family had adopted an amiable attitude toward the Descendants of God Organization, Brad didn't know if Green was not aware of the evil of the Descendants of God Organization, or if he knew but pretended not to know, or if he had a conniving attitude. This made him extremely worried.
After all, the Gold Family's origins were mysterious, and it was unknown whether they had colluded with the Descendants of God Organization long ago. This made Brad unconsciously feel a strong sense of powerlessness.
Old Green didn't know what Brad was thinking. He just wanted to leave quickly, so he didn't think much about it. He bowed slightly and quickly left with Gruul.
Brad sighed softly, and his eyes were full of solemnity. Ayleshi respectfully walked forward and asked in confusion, "Sir Director, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing. You take him back to the Vatican first. I'll be there soon."
Brad said calmly.
"I …"
Ayleshi still wanted to say something, but he was stopped by Brad's glare. He immediately said embarrassedly, "Okay, I'll go now!"
Holding Ding Ning in his arms, Brad's voice sounded in his ears, "Alec, don't talk. Listen to me. Strong enemies are coming, and I will find a way to stop them. You go to Java Island immediately and meet the Executive Knights there. Under their protection, go back to the Holy Church. Remember, even if you die in the battle, you must send Ding Ning back to the Holy Church safely to the Pope. Do you understand?"
Ayleshi's eyes widened in horror. He resisted the urge to look around and looked up at Brad, who was breathing weakly. His eyes suddenly became a little wet, and he said in a low voice, "I understand. Even if I die, I will send him safely to the Vatican. Sir Director, take care."
A confident smile appeared on Brad's face. "Don't worry. Although I'm exhausted now, even if I can't win, it won't be that easy to take my life."
Ayleshi took Ding Ning, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was full of determination. "Sir Director, I'll wait for you to come back safely!"
"Let's go!"
Brad suddenly gave him a hug. Then, with a stern shout, he flung him away forcefully. Aylesi flew into the distance as if he was riding on a cloud.
A golden figure soared into the sky like a hawk, chasing after Ayleshi. Brad snorted coldly. "Stay here!"
He took a step forward, and his figure appeared in front of that figure like a ghost. His palm wrapped in holy light directly struck down.
"Your opponent is me!"
A bolt of lightning flashed in the air. A thin, handsome, blue-haired man with lightning snakes flashing in his palm easily received Brad's palm. He even calmly ordered, "King Kong, go and bring him back."
"Yes, Lord Thunder God!"
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