Obviously, he can become the supreme and ruling pope, but he stupidly gave this supreme throne to others. Even the Cancer Golden Saint Cloth that should have belonged to him was given to his younger brother. In Yavid's eyes, these practices of Master Bai Li simply made him laugh.

As for what to say, Baili asked him to inherit the silver saint clothing on the altar seat. In his Yavid's eyes, he had never seen the silver holy clothes. Even the silver saint clothing on the altar seat is no exception.

Gold, silver, bronze. This is the distinction. Only the Golden Saint Seiya is the strongest among the Saint Seiya, the highest status. No matter how high the status of the Silver Saint Seiya was, it was nothing but rubbish. He Yavid was born destined to be superior to human beings. In that case, how could he succumb to silver? !

And what made Yavid sneer the most was that he became a saint and possessed such power, but he actually lived a life like an ascetic monk. This is something that Yavid cannot accept and understand.

In his opinion, everything in this world can only be ruled and controlled by the strong. And the strong also have the right to get their due prosperity and enjoyment on top of all this. Otherwise, what is the use of such power? !

"Bai Li, this ridiculous old stubborn! And the stupid Pope Saiqi. Obviously possesses such power, but he is bound by the rules of the so-called Saint Seiya. It is extremely ridiculous. Now the underworld is about to launch a holy war on the earth. I'm afraid this sanctuary will disappear in smoke at that time."

Yavid sneered, as if talking to himself. He said so, then picked up his wine glass and drank the red wine in the glass.

On the square outside the city hall, the poor children were tied to the altar. The immature and immature bodies were trembling and crying, but no one could hear them crying. Even if someone hears it, there is no way to save it.

"Click, click..." Accompanied by the crisp sound of footsteps, Yavid's figure appeared on the roof of the city hall building. He looked down at the dark saints above the square, like an emperor.

"Sacrificial ceremony, get ready to begin." With the wine glass still in his hand, Yavid's mouth curled up with a wicked smile.

As Yavid's voice fell, the dark saints on the square burst into cheers! Their expressions were filled with tyrannical grinning.

These people are all Saint Seiya candidates who committed big mistakes and a few Saint Seiya who have been deposed because they violated the rules of the sanctuary. They were banished from the sanctuary to Queen Death Island. Originally, their fate would be to spend the rest of their lives on that lonely island, and then die of old age.

However, it was Yavid who killed the Saint Seiya guarding the Isle of Death, and took them to cast the dark saints, and escaped from the Isle of Death. And unlike the sanctuary who only knows the rules, Yavid knows what they want!

Following Yavid, they can get glory and wealth, and even immortal life! For these dark saints like them, Yavid is their dark emperor.

However, just as these dark saints cheered, a trembling voice rang out, "You demons! Return my child!"

At the gate of the city hall, a thin figure appeared there.

With this voice, the original cheers of the Dark Saints came to an abrupt end, and all that was left was the cry of the hoarse children on the altar.

The thin figure greeted the dark saints. This is a thin middle-aged man. He looked like he was about thirty years old. He looks old and can't hide the wind and frost marks left by hard work. He was dressed in linen clothes often worn by the lower coolies in Venice.

His hands are wide, with calluses all over them, and at this moment, in his hand, holding a pickaxe for mining! Looking at the dark saint in the square, he was terrified, he was shaking. But even so, he still appeared there.

Being watched by so many dark saints, the man's body trembled, but he still roared at the dark saints on the square again, "you bastards, didn't you hear me?! Take me. Give it back to me! Otherwise...otherwise..."

The man's words were not finished, the corner of the mouth of the figure belonging to Yavid on the high-rise of the city hall was curled up, his gaze was looking down, as if looking at a tiny ant, "Otherwise? How about it? Use your hands. Did this miner's pick smash us to death?"

Yavid's words fell, and many dark saints laughed. Their laughter became more presumptuous, and the laughter was full of mockery of this poor father.

When they came to Venice, the Venetians did not resist them. But those who resisted, all have been killed by them. Until now, there are still many people who resisted them. After being killed, their bodies were piled on the city pier in Venice.

Countless corpses piled up like a hill of corpses. Now that dock has been completely abandoned. In Venice, no one dared to go there anymore. The only people who went there were wild dogs and crows. The beasts pecking at the discarded corpses.

What Yavid used to rule Venice was violence, despair and fear.

"I think he wants to laugh at us! Ahaha!" Yavid's words fell, and a large man among the many Dark Saints said in agreement.

"Ahaha! Really laughed! An ordinary person, holding a miner's pick, actually wants to be an enemy of our Saint Seiya?! It's just looking for death!" said another Dark Saint Seiya.

"I think there is still some time before the sacrifice. Why don't you do something interesting with this poor bug?" A dark saint said with a sneer.

"Ahaha, what is the interesting thing, is it to peel off the skin of this idiot a little bit, or to interrupt his hands and feet and let him crawl on the ground like a wild dog?" Another dark saint used cruel The words said so.

Facing the words of these dark saints, the man trembled. Fear kept his cold sweat hanging down. His expression was full of despair. However, even so, he did not take a step back. Not only that, he trembled, but in the end he roared and rushed into the gate of the city hall, "You demons, I did it with you!" .