Arrogant Healer God
Chapter 1292: I Can’t Help with This!_1

Chapter 1292: Chapter 1292: I Can’t Help with This!_1

The person on the other end of the line replied, "Mr. Ferland, I have some bad news to report to you!"

"What?! How come it’s bad news again?!"

Ferland was about to lose his mind as he roared angrily, "Speak, what exactly is the news?"

The other party swallowed hard and said, "Just now, the Undead Sorcerer, Eternal Night Magician, Doomsday Exile, Evil Spirit Mage, Holy Lightning Swordsman, and Ice and Fire Witch - all six executor lords were killed by those guys!

Our casualties have already exceeded twenty thousand!

The current situation is very unfavorable for us!

Mr. Ferland, what should we do?"

"How is that possible?! How could the Undead Sorcerer and the others possibly be killed?!

And more than 20,000 people died?!"

Ferland was so furious he was nearly about to have a stroke, on the verge of an aneurysm.

If he hadn’t been holding onto the table, he might have collapsed on the ground right there.

The other party said mournfully, "Mr. Ferland, this is all true!

The Blood Race, Demon Dragon Clan, and Magic Kingdom sent over thirty thousand people to help those nine guys!

Those guys aren’t ordinary people; we simply can’t stop their fierce attack!"

Ferland bit his teeth hard, his eyes filled with bloodshot.

He hissed, "I will give you an answer right away!"

After that, he hung up the phone call.

After hanging up the phone.

Ferland informed all the Upper-level members present of the news.

After hearing Ferland’s words, all the Upper-level attendees were completely devastated.

"How could this be possible? Over fifty thousand people, and Judgement Chief leading all eight executors to battle, and they still couldn’t kill them?!"

"Mr. Ferland, we can’t continue fighting. If we keep this up, all of our people might die!"

"Yes, the Dark Judgment Group we have worked so hard to establish cannot really be wiped out!"

All those present voiced their opinions one after another.

Now, the vast majority were frightened, no longer daring to fight.

Ferland ground his teeth and said, "So, you’re suggesting we let those guys leave, we compromise with them?"

One Upper-level member said distressfully, "Mr. Ferland, there’s no choice, we really can’t stop them, and we definitely can’t kill them!"

"Yes, let’s not fight anymore, our losses from last night to now have been too severe!"

Another Upper-level member concurred.

The other Upper-level attendees also nodded, agreeing to cease hostilities.

Ferland screamed, "Those guys killed so many of our people; I can’t stand letting them get away like this!

I will now ask for help from the Angel Lord Michael of the Holy Light Church!

As long as the Holy Light Church is willing to help, those guys "Don’t think about it!" leave alive!"

Edward’s eyes lit up, "Mr. Ferland, is this your backup plan?"

"That’s right."

Ferland nodded and said, "The Holy Light Church has always had a fairly good relationship with our Oxford.

However, this favor is too valuable, I really didn’t want to use it unless absolutely necessary.

But now, it has to be used, those guys must die."

"Haha, good, as long as we can get the Holy Light Church to help, I want to see how much longer those guys can act arrogantly!"

"The Blood Race, Demon Dragon Clan, and Magic Kingdom, no matter how strong, simply cannot compare to the top organization, the Holy Light Church!"

"Mr. Ferland, what are we waiting for, contact Lord Michael now!"

The other Upper-level members were also overjoyed.

They had been so anxious just a moment ago that they had completely forgotten about the behemoth that is the Holy Light Church.

After all, the headquarters of the Holy Light Church are in Outu.

If they are willing to help, they can arrive at the battlefield as soon as possible and annihilate those guys.

Ferland nodded, then took out his mobile phone and called Michael.

The phone rang for a while before being answered.

"Mr. Ferland, what’s the matter that you are calling me this early in the morning?"

A hoarse voice came through; it was indeed Michael.

Ferland said respectfully, "Lord Michael, sorry to disturb your rest.

"It’s precisely because the situation is urgent that I’m hoping you’ll do me a favor."

"What favor do you need?"

Michael asked, and then with a faint smile, said, "You people from the Oxford Nation are friends of the Holy Light Church. As long as it’s within my power to help, I naturally will."

"Thank you so much!"

Mr. Ferland expressed his thanks, then he explained to Michael everything that had happened from last night to today.

After Mr. Ferland finished speaking.

Michael on the other end of the phone fell silent, not saying a word for a long time.

Mr. Ferland cautiously inquired, "Lord Michael, are you listening?"

Michael asked gravely, "Mr. Ferland, the person leading the charge into Buckingham Palace, did you say his name was Yang Luo?"

"Yes, what’s the matter?"

Mr. Ferland was puzzled.

"The Yang Luo you spoke of is from East Nation, in his twenties, skilled in swordsmanship, and strong, correct?" Michael asked another question.

"Yes!"

Mr. Ferland grew even more puzzled, "Lord Michael, how do you know that kid?"

Michael took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I’m sorry, Mr. Ferland, I can’t help with this matter."

"What?!"

Instantly, Mr. Ferland was stunned, hastily asking, "Lord Michael, why is that?"

Michael replied angrily, "Ferland, what the hell were you thinking provoking that lunatic?!"

Mr. Ferland was utterly dumbfounded.

This was the first time he had ever seen Michael lose his temper to such a degree.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Mr. Ferland said, "Lord Michael, could it be that you have a grudge against that kid?"

Michael said fiercely, "Of course I have a grudge. Our whole Holy Light Church and that kid are now sworn enemies! If I could kill that kid, I’d turn him to ashes this very moment!"

"What?!"

Mr. Ferland’s eyes widened in shock, exclaiming, "Lord Michael, you can’t be serious. Even you can’t kill that kid?"

"If I could kill that kid, do you think I’d still be talking to you?"

Michael took another deep breath, slowly saying, "To tell you the truth—this kid Yang Luo is a top strong who has risen in the Dark World recently! Our Holy Light Church has had multiple clashes with that kid, but we’ve never gotten the upper hand.

Not just our Holy Light Church, this kid has also crossed Heavenly God Hall and Hell Demon Palace!

But now, neither Heavenly God Hall nor Hell Demon Palace can do anything to that kid!

Not long ago, I, along with the Eternal Lord and Dark Devil King, joined forces, yet we were still unable to kill him! That kid is too bizarre. Now, probably only a Divine List Expert can kill him; other strong can’t touch him..."

"This, this, this..."

Mr. Ferland was flabbergasted, his mind a whirlpool of shock and disbelief.

This kid Yang Luo had offended three top organizations and was still alive and well!

It was simply inconceivable!

The key point was that even the Pope of Holy Light, the Heavenly God Emperor, and the Hell Demon Emperor’s strongest, Michael, the Eternal Lord, and the Dark Devil King, couldn’t kill that kid when they joined forces!

Michael continued, "Mr. Ferland, if you don’t want all your people dead, you’d better let that kid go immediately!"

With that, Michael hung up the phone abruptly.

Mr. Ferland stared at the disconnected mobile phone, speechless for a long time.

The Holy Light Church was supposed to be his backup.

But unexpectedly, the Holy Light Church was unable to help them.

"Mr. Ferland, what did Lord Michael say? Is he willing to help?" Edward quickly asked.

"Lord Michael is not willing to help..."

Mr. Ferland relayed exactly what Michael had told him to all the upper-level executives present.

After hearing Mr. Ferland’s words, everyone present was dumbstruck and fell into silence.