Volume 2: Scales in the Pond Chapter 278 Death Priest
A group of blood-stained clothes responded to the call.
After all, it has been a long time since the president died and no one has held a general meeting.
Even if we were to call a meeting, everyone would still have to think about it, mainly because they would not dare to come.
Since the president is dead, who has his blood-stained robe that evolved into the Soul-Eating Blood Armor? Who will summon them then?
If you think about it carefully, they will never respond to the call, and it would be ridiculous if they were caught in one fell swoop.
But this time, all these dormant Blood-Clothed High Priests came in response to the call, because a guy named Jack Cooper has been stirring up trouble recently. He is more invincible than the previous president and dares to challenge a country head-on.
So, was this summoning initiated by the Black Emperor Jack Cooper?
They were summoned just to see who the instigator was.
If it was the blood-stained clothes of the former president, then sorry, they would just turn around and leave .
If it was the blood-stained robe of the Jealous High Priest of the Original Sin Faction that Black Emperor Jack Cooper was wearing, then they could stay and listen to what the other party wanted to say.
As Qiao Ji watched the blood-stained figures appear here, an expression appeared in his mind:
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If these people were not even at the Earth level, Qiao Ji would not be very interested in their souls.
But I am very interested in their Soul-Devouring Blood Robes!
If I put these ten or so pieces together, I should be able to fully evolve this half-clothing, half-armor Soul-Devouring Blood Robe, right?
Of course, Qiao Ji felt that the Soul-Devouring Blood Robe was not as useful to him as before. With the Six-Magneto Samsara Eye, his shortcomings in mental strength had been made up.
But the Soul-Devouring Blood Robe can make one immune to mental , so it would be nice to give it to someone as a gift. The two envoys under my command who reward the good and punish the evil will need it.
Qiao Ji didn't say anything, and soon everyone else fell silent too.
He hadn't thought of what to say yet. After all, he didn't know how he had started the group meeting mode. Now looking at these blood-robed high priests, he didn't know what to say.
However, I should act more assertive, right?
After all, these people are all lawless outlaws and should believe in the supremacy of strength. The former president of the Jian Gu Society was a ground-level psychic who was able to convince the people, and the current Qiao Ji should be able to do the same.
After all, compared to the previous president, Qiao Ji's battle record was more brilliant. At least he had hunted down several earth-level psychics and killed three earth-level undeads in a one-on-three battle.
The blurry videos taken by nearby residents can still be seen online and have been analyzed to pieces by them.
But it was useless to analyze it badly, because the power and speed of that kind of teleportation were unpredictable and hard to defend against. Even if you knew the Black Emperor's ability, what would it matter? If you appeared in front of him and became his enemy, it was basically a declaration of death.
Qiao Ji didn't know what to say. He thought about it and decided to change the example and transfer all the pressure to others.
"The High Priest of Death who seeks the power of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse—"
On the first rib on the left side of the giant beast's skeleton, Qiao Ji spoke, and all the blood-robed high priests looked at him.
"Is this one here?"
Many people looked at a figure with a scarlet blood-red robe and a gray horse pattern on it.
The High Priest of Death from the lineage of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse seemed to be involved in the Philadelphia Undead Disaster, and also directed the disaster to the Black Emperor Jack Cooper. Now it seems that there will be a reckoning afterwards.
The other three high priests of the Apocalypse Knights who had similar patterns but different colors did not say anything, but just watched everything.
"Your Excellency the Black Emperor, I have been looking forward to meeting you."
His tone was very low and his voice was very magnetic, and it actually had a pleasing beauty.
He took a step forward, stepped into the air, and was watched by all the blood-robed high priests and Qiao Ji, like a person being judged and a performer.
"But please allow me to explain the previous misunderstanding."
"I'm listening." Qiao Ji responded coldly.
"Earlier, someone from Philadelphia contacted my deacon and asked me to do a dirty job for them. The condition they offered was a ritual and materials that could open the door to the world of the dead. I needed this power, so I agreed."
He is the chief priest of death, and his subordinates seem to be half human and half undead. Qiao Ji has seen it, so what he said should be true.
"Those arrested people were just part of the deal between me and them. They were used to take the blame. They would make false accusations, and I was completely unaware of it."
The High Priest of Death chose himself out.
As to whether he really was unaware, the only way to find out the specific situation was to let Jin Laobiao scan his memory.
He couldn't escape this level. Qiao Ji had no intention of letting him go. After all, they killed hundreds of thousands of people at one time.
As for whether Jin Laobiao can successfully read his memory... it feels a bit uncertain. Qiao Ji's extremely high spiritual value can sense that the aura of the Death Priest is not weak, and he is actually at the Earth level.
"It sounds like I should forgive you?" Qiao Ji didn't pretend and just naturally put on a bad attitude.
"I don't dare to ask for it."
The High Priest of Death gave the decision-making power to Qiao Ji. If Qiao Ji, the Black Emperor, did not intend to forgive him, he would definitely retreat.
"But if you can forgive my mistakes, I hope to introduce you to a great man."
Big shot?
A big shot from the American government?
"After it's over, you stay for a while." Qiao Ji agreed. He also wanted to see what tricks the other party could come up with.
"You are the ones to be dealt with next ."
Qiao Ji glanced at the remaining twenty or so blood-robed high priests.
It sounds pretty awesome, with more than twenty blood-robed high priests, but what is the reality?
They couldn't even take down the weakest imperial tomb.
A sewer is always a sewer. It can't raise sharks, just a few big rats.
However, they were able to lurk in the dark all the time, and even for Qiao Ji, it would not be easy to catch all of them.
But after meeting them today and remembering them, I will always be able to deal with them one by one in the future, or find a way to catch them all in one fell swoop.
The High Priest of Death stepped back and endured Qiao Ji's gaze along with the others.
The gaze emanating from behind the Soul-Eating Blood Robe was filled with oppression. They had the illusion that they would be killed at any time in this space.
Maybe it wasn't an illusion, so no one dared to say a word, and no one wanted to be the first to speak out.
But no one can speak up.
"I thought about disbanding the Antique Appraisal Association because I have no interest in playing house with you guys, but I may be able to use you guys one day."
The incident happened suddenly and Qiao Ji had not figured out how to arrange them.
It would be a good idea to gather them all together and catch them all in one fell swoop, but they are probably not that stupid.
"Go away."
The monkey showman usually calls them over, takes a look and then tells them to go away. The arrogant remarks do not cause any rebuttal because everyone knows that the speaker has the capital to be arrogant.
They might have said something in their hearts, but they would not speak it out loud. One by one, they retreated into the fog and left here.
