"Pope, what do you mean?"
Hussein's subordinates were a bit puzzled by his words.
"Hmph!"
Hussein snorted coldly, gazing into the distance, and slowly spoke, "Do you know why I've come to find the God of Death?"
Upon hearing this, the few subordinates shook their heads.
"Hmph! My brother wants to take my position. Now only the God of Death can help me, but since he's not helping, I'll have to resort to extreme measures."
His eyes lowered as he looked at the few people, his lips with yellowed teeth curving to reveal a somewhat chilling smile, "These actions might make him have some opinions against me, but at that time, I hope you can help me."
Upon hearing this, they suddenly burst into laughter, their eyes revealing fanaticism as they spoke to Hussein earnestly, "Pope, our lives were given by you, and now whatever you want us to do, we will dedicate ourselves to you and the great cause of the Vatican!"
