Qi Yue smiled. Malti was ultimately still selfish. He hoped that when the West was in trouble, Qi Yue could assist The Church instead of the Greek Guardians. In truth, Qi Yue thought the same. He had promised Apollo to eliminate the Underworld when it was within his power, but he hadn't agreed to any specific timeline for doing so. When it came to the Greek Guardians, Qi Yue felt a deep-seated repulsion, especially toward Rain Eye. Although her face was stunningly perfect, every time Qi Yue thought of her or saw her, the anger in his heart was impossible to suppress. If it weren't for Rain Eye, perhaps he would be a very different person now. This head of silver hair—wasn't it her doing?
"Alright, I understand what you mean. If needed, I will come to the Vatican to assist you. However, Pope, you must also be prepared. After all, a single person's strength alone could never stand against Satan's Burning Legion."
