Chapter 578: The Contest Between Steve and Marshall

Actually, whether this matter was done by witches wasn't important at all.

What was important was that the people from the detection team said it was, and it was also impossible for Steve's side to go and interrogate the people from the Witch Race.

So they only needed to push the problem onto the Witch Race's side.

For Marshall, all he wanted was to make Steve embarrassed.

And now his goal had been achieved.

The surrounding bishops wearing red capes like him all saw Steve's predicament at this moment; this was enough.

Hmph, a mere beast of the Demon Race is also worthy of standing on my head to issue orders.

You guys should honestly be dogs in the stinking gutter.

Do you really think just because you changed places you can ride on the heads of us Primal Scripture Adherents?

Slightly raising his head, Marshall looked at Steve sitting in the Pope's seat looking like a human but acting like a dog.

At first, when Steve guided them as the Pope, it wasn't anything.

But the other party was actually an Earthling Devilman!?

Then he couldn't endure it.

Originally, the Primal Scripture Adherents were a group of very irritable and hot-tempered old bros.

After knowing this matter, many people hoped Steve would step down to give him some dignity, but in the end, Steve just thick-skinnedly refused to step down.

If it weren't for a few non-Primal Scripture Adherent bishops who newly joined the Pure Origin Sect supporting him, they would have long taken action themselves to solve the person creating the problem.

"Is that so, I understand this matter."

Sure enough, just as Marshall expected, after hearing that there were witches involved, Steve merely replied indifferently and there was no follow-up.

But Marshall still didn't intend to let the other party off.

"Your Eminence, how should we deal with this matter next? If the witches expose these things, it won't be a good thing for us."

"Hmph, do you think our Pure Origin Sect has any reputation in the world?"

Steve sneered.

If it were other matters, there might truly be problems, but as for reputation or whatever, Steve didn't care at all.

As a member of the Earthling Demon Race, he originally had no reputation to speak of.

It had been like this for hundreds and thousands of years, so regarding these matters, whether it was him or other Devilmen, everyone didn't care.

But very obviously, he misunderstood one thing.

That was, what Marshall was asking about wasn't fundamentally some matter regarding reputation.

After all, just like the Earthling Demon Race, they Primal Scripture Adherents weren't good birds either; their reputation was already terrible back on Earth.

So regarding these matters, he fundamentally didn't care either.

His meaning in saying this couldn't be simpler.

The matter was provoked by you, the Pope, so now you should be the one to wrap it up. If you can't wrap it up, then the face and seat of this Pope aren't something you can occupy.

Even if there are people supporting you, when the time comes, they wouldn't dare to say anything more.

This was the game named 'civilization'.

But even when pressed, Steve wasn't guilty at all.

He looked at Marshall, then looked at those surrounding bishops, and subsequently, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.

"Hmph, expose? Expose what? We bought them from those parents following normal procedures. The parties involved didn't say anything, it's useless for others to run their mouths."

"Besides, even if it's exposed, so what? What needs to be sold will still be sold. Not to mention, no one can find our stronghold either."

"Moreover, these sacrifices are all for the Pure Origin Sect to produce more warriors, so it's also impossible to stop."

Steve snorted disdainfully at Marshall's words.

He had his plans, or rather, the Syndicate side had their own plans.

So at least until the plans were completed, he wouldn't easily step down from this position.

What's more, this Pure Origin Sect was originally established single-handedly by him.

The start-up funds at the beginning of the sect's launch were also injected by the Syndicate.

To put it a bit harsher, this Pure Origin Sect was just a subsidiary company under the Syndicate.

The manager of the subsidiary company actually wanted to drive him, the founder, away now?

Truly extremely ridiculous.

"This..."

Marshall was momentarily speechless.

He didn't expect the other party to actually sophistically argue like this.

But this matter couldn't just be let go like this. After all, it was a handle that was hard to catch; he couldn't just give up like this.

So his brain spun frantically.

Eventually, he found his breakthrough point.

"Then what about the witches? What to do about the witches' side? Right now the other party has already investigated all the way to Boulder Village, they are only one step away from finding our Holy City."

"I dare guarantee, as long as the other party finds us, they will definitely launch the most ruthless attack against us."

"When the time comes, let alone running away, whether the people of Kabbalah can die well after being caught by this group of crazy women will be a problem."

That's right, Marshall's breakthrough point was the witches.

As long as he grasped this point to talk about, he could stand in an invincible position.

After all, that group of women was truly crazy.

Not to mention they could do anything for their mood, the key was they actually had the strength to flip the table.

"Is that so? Merely witches, it's no big deal."

Although Steve panicked a bit after hearing about the witches, it was only for a moment.

Admittedly, the matters back then were pushed forward by them from behind the scenes.

But it was still the same saying; the Holy City Kabbalah wasn't so easy to find. They were fundamentally not afraid of what the witches could do.

Even if they were truly found by the witches in the end, the ones who would die were all these Primal Scripture Adherents and the idiots he had fooled into coming; he and the Syndicate still wouldn't suffer the slightest bit of damage.

So no matter what Marshall said, these matters didn't matter to him.

This was a world of difference compared to Marshall, who always stared at this position and racked his brains trying to get the Pope's throne.

This was the fundamental reason why he could continue sitting in this position.

Because he didn't care, so it didn't matter.

Because it didn't matter, so his mindset could instead be relaxed.

Thus, his uncaring and unusually calm expression instantly baffled Bishop Marshall on the spot.

Right now, anyone could see that after a few rounds, Marshall had lost thoroughly.

However, everyone had received professional training and usually wouldn't laugh.

So Marshall also felt very humiliated right now.

But the other party wasn't even afraid of the Witch Race he used as a bullet; then he truly had no other tricks.

Thinking about it now, the other party was a Devilman; if he were afraid of the Witch Race, he wouldn't have become a 'Devilman' whom everyone clamored to beat back on Earth.

At this instant, Marshall suddenly felt somewhat inadequate.

Sure enough, in the end, they still had to resort to military force.

It was just that the strength he had accumulated now still wasn't enough to wipe out the Papal Faction's people in one fell swoop. It seemed he could only endure a bit longer.

"Your Eminence!"

Just when Marshall didn't know whether to advance or retreat, an attendant wearing a white robe walked rapidly inside from the outside.

"What is it, being so flustered and panicked."

Steve frowned and looked at the other party displeased.