Looking at the guardian formed by the Great Prophecy Book in front of him, the frost guardian that had been frozen, Mo Hande closed his eyes, stretched out his slender fingers, pointed at the sky, and looked down at the ground. 『』

The chest naturally formed a cross, and the simple prayer ended, and then he pointed to the book of Genesis with his finger, and in a snap of his fingers, the great prophecy had been forced, and dozens of masters of the Papal States fell in a pool of blood, without any power to fight back.

However, the book of Genesis did not fall into Mohand's hands in the end, and when he was only half an inch away from his finger, the void suddenly appeared and took the book back.

Immediately after that, the ice was broken in an instant, and hundreds of polar warriors fell in a pool of blood, losing their lives, and the frost guardian returned to its master, and it was only a few seconds before and after.

A cold chill filled the entire space, and even those blood colors were forced to retreat, and even the air instantly froze, and between heaven and earth, it seemed to have turned into a huge ice block.

This is not a good thing, His Majesty the Pope turned his scepter and whispered a prayer, the crown of gold, scorching in the sun.

The people of the other forces ran towards the distance without their lives, not caring at all to see what direction it was, or where they were about to go, as long as they could get away from these guys, then there would be no problem.

"Old fellow, come back, come back, isn't it too much movement, this makes it difficult for us to do" His Majesty the Pope exuded a holy light, and the whole person was like a god descending from the sky, but there was no politeness between the words.

"Junior, how do I want to do things, I don't need you to teach me yet, if it's okay, go back to the Papal State quickly, I won't do anything with you after the next few years" Mo Hande disdained the Pope's words, snorted coldly, and reprimanded the Pope directly, as if he was reprimanding his grandson.

"You are a senior, this is a good way to persuade you, this is not your era, if you want war, just pat the horse" GLP didn't have a good impression of the old guy Mohand, and he was naturally not polite when he spoke.

And in his own thoughts, put into action, the frost blade came out of its sheath, cut through the blood-red mist, and landed less than an inch away from Mohand's head, so he kept his movements and put the weapon back.

His Majesty the Pope actually thinks the same way, but he is more subtle, and he will not be so direct in doing things, which means that it is more convenient to start behind the scenes.

The direct style of doing things of the polar warriors comes from the heritage of GLP, and if you are not satisfied, you will not be satisfied, and you will not ask why, anyway, sooner or later, you will have to tell you that you are powerful.

The three of them confronted each other like this, maybe they had just woken up, and their understanding of the current world was not very good, so Mohande was generalized by Pros, but this was just the beginning.

Closed his eyes, the blood mist behind him rolled, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, making His Majesty the Pope feel very uncomfortable, and whispered a prayer in his mouth again, the book of Genesis was windless and automatic, half a meter away in front of him, not counting the churning, and there was a milky white light emitting from it.

It only took a few seconds before and after, and the smell of blood dissipated a lot, at least within the range of people's acceptance, as for Pros, he simply opened the ice for thousands of miles, and the position behind him was frozen for hundreds of miles, and even the air was difficult to flow, so there was no need to say anything about the smell of blood.

"It seems that I still underestimate you juniors, but this is just the beginning, the days to come are still long, I hope it can be more exciting" Mo Hande opened his eyes, there was no sadness or joy on his face, he couldn't see what he was thinking at all, maybe he was speaking unconsciously

"Since you're dead, isn't it good to stay in the coffin, you have to make such a show" Pross didn't have the slightest affection for Mohand, and his words were quite disrespectful, mainly because he was an enemy of life and death with the Holy Land of Mecca, and there was no possibility of easing at all, so he simply offended completely.

The Pope also nodded, agreeing with GLP's statement, although the relationship between the two sides is not much better, but compared to the Holy Land of Mecca, which is aimed at enslaving the whole world, the relationship between the two families is simply not very good.

"It seems that you have forgotten the fear of the Holy Land of Mecca, otherwise I have been dormant for so many thousands of years, and there can be any Papal States and polar warriors there, this is the reason why I came back, so that you can know how powerful the Holy Land of Mecca was in the past" Mo Hande said seriously, but his expression and tone still seemed to have nothing to do with him, which made people feel very awkward.

The battle between the three of them was still continuing, the huge momentum continued to rise, the monks within hundreds of miles dodged one after another, and some of the ones who couldn't dodge were directly swallowed up, and it was better to freeze thousands of miles, as long as they closed themselves in time, then when the ice and snow land put away their frozen thousands of miles, then there was still a possibility of survival.

The Great Prophecy and the thick blood mist are not so mild, the Great Prophecy of the Papal States has integrated everyone into the white light, as long as it is a person, the final result is to turn into a thick white light, and there is not even the slightest residue left.

As for those terrifying blood mist, not to mention, the people who are involved in it can only become part of the blood mist, making the blood mist thicker and more terrifying.

I have to say that the old monster still makes sense, although it is said that he has just woken up and has not returned to his best state, but he has not fallen behind in the battle with GLP and the Pope.

However, Prologis and the Pope joined forces, and it was only a draw with Mohand, of course, this kind of tentative attack would not exert all its strength, and if it was fired with all its might, it was estimated that there would be no grass and razed to the ground within thousands of miles.

The two small cities behind Mo Hande have been completely shrouded, and the countless believers who are prostrate on the ground have completely failed to notice that they are rapidly becoming old, and by the time they realize it, they have lost all their strength, and they have watched themselves turn into nothingness, like a strong wind blowing through the sand, leaving no traces.

The two towns had been cleaned up, leaving no traces, and the blood-colored scimitar on Mohand's back had become real, with a Mecca Bible in one hand and a scimitar in the other.

"Those who believe in me will have eternal life, and those who do not believe will die" The matter is not so complicated, it is as simple as that, the lives of 300,000 believers in exchange for the complete return of Mohand