God of Tricksters

On the other side, Theo wasn't in a good situation either. Even though the pope had ensured them that he could stop these five Mythical Rank Experts for a day, his Magic Power had been drained as well.Â

The more Magic Power he consumed, the weaker he became. So, after twelve hours of defending Theo and the rest. He started having a rough breath even though he still managed to stop their attacks.Â

Still, Theo was concerned because his reaction times gradually became slower, making him believe that the pope could only handle them for another few hours instead of the promised twelve hours.Â

In the middle, Theo asked, "Are you alright? "Â

"Yeah. I'm fine. There shouldn't be a problem." The pope smiled, assuring him.

Despite his words, Theo couldn't calm his mind down. He didn't know the extent of the pope's ability, so he was a bit worried.Â

Even the experts from the Griffith Family shouted, "You're getting tired this soon?"

It was clear that they were trying to incite Pope Franz's pride to make him show an opening.Â

But Pope Franz only chuckled and said, "Child. Instead of mocking someone, how about you praise them? You shouldn't say, 'You're getting tired this soon?'

"Instead, you should say, 'you are great for holding out for so long.' This encourages that person to do better."Â

This time, it was the pope's turn to lecture him. As expected of the pope, even his taunt was a good lecture.Â

Somehow, the one who mocked him earlier snarled, "Shut up. I'm not here for your lecture."Â

"Is that so? How about you become a bit more patient and hear me out a bit?" The pope smiled.Â

"'¦" The Griffith Family Experts were speechless on how the pope talked. The more they rebuked him, the dumber they looked.Â

They realized that mocking the pope was a dumb thing because they would be the ones who got riled up in the end.Â

After understanding what he wanted to do, those five experts became silent. They simply focused on wearing him down.Â

The pope had no problem playing with them. He intercepted all their attacks like he had been doing the whole time.Â

Lorenzo had also teleported them more than a hundred times. With the addition of the distance covered by flying, they had completed around forty percent of their journey. If everything continued according to Theo's plan, they should be able to reach their destination without a single scratch on their body.

While the pope clashed with the five experts, Theo turned to Lorenzo to check his condition. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm good. I should be the one asking. You have used your Telekinesis this whole time'¦ And it's not only for yourself but for all of us. I'm afraid you have used a considerable amount of Magic Power." Lorenzo frowned, observing Theo's expression.Â

"It's fine. My Magic Power should be more than you. And Telekinesis doesn't really require that much Magic Power since it's only for flying. It's not like you're that heavy either to force me to increase the amount of power consumed'¦"

"Well, if you say so."Â

"Before that, I want to confirm two things." Lorenzo looked at Theo with a serious expression.

"What is it?"

"This is the last chance, so I want to ask you. Do you hate the War God Family?"

Theo was taken aback by this question. But he still answered to the best of his ability. "Not at all. In fact, I wish I grew up here instead of Thersland."

Lorenzo felt a bit relieved before asking the second question. "Do you think I can be your brother?"

"'¦" Theo fell silent for a moment and smiled. "Yes."

"Hahahaha!" Lorenzo laughed out loud when he had gotten the confirmation. This was the last chance he could ask this, so he ignored all the danger they were in and asked these two questions.

"I am feeling great. No matter what, I'm not going to let my brother die!" Lorenzo finally dropped his worry as he watched how the pope moved again. He had been trying to learn the pope's strength as well as the enemies' power.Â

Even though they were not directly related to him, their experience and skills were still beneficial to him. If he could grasp something from their fights, it would be a good lesson.

The clash continued for another few hours. However, the conclusion came suddenly.

After a long 15 hours, the pope finally showed his first sign of weakness.Â

His barrier suddenly cracked.Â

"!!!" His forehead wrinkled as the pope took a deep breath, trying to assess his power again.Â

On the other hand, the Griffith Family Experts were overjoyed. This was the chance they had been waiting for.Â

As long as they could destroy the pope's barrier, they could somehow kill Theo along with his assistant and Lorenzo in a single strike. Even if the pope intervened, he couldn't stop all five of them anymore.Â

"Hahaha!"Â

"This is the time. Attack him! Make sure you don't injure him!"Â

Their attention went straight to the crack on his barrier.Â

Three Mythical Rank Experts released their Magic Saint Fist Style - Twister toward the crack while the other two extended their swords, preparing to slash it.Â

Four rectangular shields appeared in front of the pope as he used the first two to withstand the incoming blades.

Meanwhile, the other two were stopping the three torrential Magic Power coming from three different directions.Â

Normally, he wouldn't have a problem stopping them because the barrier could take one of these attacks. However, it was a different case if there was a crack on the barrier. The moment the Magic Power hit this brittle spot, the barrier would shatter, and Theo and the others would be exposed to danger.

"'¦" The pope's expression turned grim as he raised his left hand, trying to reach his blindfold.Â

However, before he could take off his blindfold, the Magic Power had struck the remaining two shields as well as the barrier.Â

*Cling!*Â

The barrier fell apart like glasses as the golden layer that had been protecting Theo and the others this whole time crumbled.Â

"!!!"

"Hahaha. This is it!"Â

"Aim for that demon bastard! All of them can escape unscathed, but Theodore Griffith must be buried here."Â