MTL - Don’t Confiscate My Citizenship

 Chapter 470 Sigrid Unless she has new power

"Priest Sandor, your lies are baseless! The Catholic Church has always been the strongest in the northern continent, and Lady Sigrid's strength and wisdom are unquestionable."

Gloria's direct soldiers immediately fought back, her voice full of anger.

"What we need are allies who are in perfect condition and can shoulder heavy responsibilities for the empire. Lady Sigrid, if you really hide something, it would be an irresponsible behavior for the empire! It will also be a disservice to our Church of Resurrection in Pulau The destruction of the reputation and trust of the Toth Empire!”

But Sandel’s direct soldiers on the Annihilation branch ignored Gloria and pointed their finger at Sigrid.

"If Lord Overlord Catholic has no guilty conscience, can you dare to accept my challenge and see if you can kill me instantly as everyone expected? Or will you still have to fight hard even if you face me at the sixth level?"

 “Are you worthy of fighting against the Bishop?”

The high priests of the Tyrant branch stood up, and their seats made a buzzing sound. They obviously did not tolerate such an insulting challenge from the other side. Their eyes seemed to be warning Sandel that if he wanted to make a gesture, they would come to play with him first. Play.

 In this impending confrontation, the nobles and ministers began to whisper fiercely.

 The Franklin Council Hall was filled with voices of astonishment, suspicion and discussion. Some people's expressions showed surprise, while others showed concern.

They sometimes looked at the Overlord Sigrid, and sometimes turned to the Annihilation Bishop Asksan, trying to read more information from their facial expressions and body language.

Even Isis turned her eyes slightly towards this issue related to the basis of cooperation between the empire and the Resurrection Church.

Previously, Sigrid could answer silently. After all, the authenticity had to be confirmed, and the follow-up investigation could be left to the military to determine.

The Annihilation branch should not make empty claims, because Sigrid, as the strongest warrior, wants to prove her full strength very easily. If what the Annihilation branch said are slanderous words, Sigrid will soon be De slapped him back.

"My current practice is approaching the final level of breaking through the bottleneck, so my state has naturally changed, and it is not suitable for me to use my full strength in a short period of time. But this does not mean that I have become weaker. If you want to see if I still have the full strength With the strength of the Cardinal, you can find a guy who has been beaten to withstand my full blow."

Overlord Sigrid maintained a calm posture and a calm face as she answered.

Her sharp eyes swept across the hall, immediately silencing the nobles and ministers.

 Because she was like asking: Do you want to fight me?

Although I can't feel any coercion from her at this moment, the existence of the hegemonic Catholic Church makes most ordinary people feel scared from the bottom of their souls.

 That is the difference between giants and ants as living beings.

Without the protection of the barrier at the venue and the great sage Isis sitting there, it would only take an instant for the Overlord Catholic Church to take off anyone's head.

Sigrid’s response and intimidation temporarily calmed down the mood in the hall.

The voices of the nobles and ministers gradually became lowered, and their eyes once again focused on the Nirvana branch and the Tyrant branch in confusion.

Perhaps the Annihilation branch obtained information about Sigrid's practice, so they made up this lie to hit the opponent hard at the critical moment.

 But whether it is true or false, no one can judge the result at this moment.

 During this process, Isis sat quietly, her expression still calm, but her posture revealed a deep understanding and control of the situation—

As long as she remained silent, it meant that the people in the audience were allowed to continue.

 The Tyrant branch and the Annihilation branch are in a stalemate.

Sander's direct soldiers were not afraid of the pressure from the overbearing high priests on the opposite side. Just as they were about to continue speaking, their shoulders were held down.

"Okay, Sandel, it would be rude to say anything more." Bishop Asksan of Annihilation stood up at this time. He was tall and his dark gray eyes were like abyss, which could make people sink into it and gradually lose their souls.

Just hearing Askosang's voice, ordinary people present felt an inexplicable chill down their spines. It was an absolutely dangerous aura.

“Sigrid, stop bullying these little guys. If you want to prove your strength, I can fight with you.”

Askesan’s voice is smooth, flowing out of his mouth like the quicksand of time, and every word is filled with irresistible magic.

 “Amiles, do you have any objection?”

 He turned to look at the mourning Bishop Amiles on the other side who had never said a word.

Many nobles in the hall also looked at the mourning bishop on the side facing Isis.

 Since just now, the mourning bishop has not spoken.

  She wore a robe made of black and dark purple silk, embroidered with a holy seal pattern that symbolized the tide of death and eternal teardrops. Her appearance could clearly be seen, but it was difficult to remember what she looked like.

Yamiles himself is not a particularly active cardinal on the southern shore of the northern continent. He is more often an internal bishop responsible for assisting the Pope in coordinating matters.

Although his reputation is as bad as that of other cardinals, it is not as bad as Asksan's reputation.

But everyone knows that anyone who can ascend to the position of Cardinal of the Resurrection Church is not someone who can be easily provoked.

 “It’s up to you.”

 Mourning Bishop Amiles answered briefly.

Asksan looked at Sigrid with a slight smile, and was very interested in how Sigrid would respond to him next.

　　　…”

Sigrid remained silent.

“What’s the matter, Sigrid? You usually want to share life and death with me so much, but now you have this opportunity for me to take the initiative, but you are holding back?”

 Asksan asked.

"I said that now is not the time to take action, as it will disrupt my practice progress. After one month, if you still dare to challenge me, I promise to put an end to the grudge between us. By then, please don't act like you did before. Just run away like a coward."

Sigrid’s voice and expression were as sharp as a sword, and she was full of disdain for Askesan.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Hearing this, Askosang raised his head and laughed.

"This is the funniest joke I've ever heard. Sigrid, the domineering Catholic, actually learned to tolerate... Everyone in the Protos Empire, do you think this is normal? Do you really think she is still the one who has absolute confidence in her own strength? Are you a Catholic?"

When Askosan looked at Sigrid again, his eyes became cold little by little, which was telling Sigrid—

Today’s bishops’ election is a grave set for you.

No matter who the **** Holy Son of Tyrant is, or what hasty preparations he made in just one month, it makes no sense and cannot help Sigrid in the slightest!

 (End of this chapter)