The five hundred and forty gods turned into five hundred and forty gates, suppressing all the holy light of Oasis City for a while.

The light door is transparent, and you can even see the world on the other side of the door.

Dry bones, corpses, half-decayed soldiers, and on the other side of the door is the realm of the undead.

With the Pope's order, five hundred and forty gates of light walked out of his army. Yes, the Pope never cared about the little power in Sboro's hands, and Sboro's betrayal was nothing to him at all. This is his army, and he has turned the entire Oasis City believers into his soldiers.

It is an army of undead who have broken through the realm, worthy of the name of "Boundary Descending", and the Pope resurrects the dead in this realm by summoning.

Where have Lin Ji and Zheng Yuan fought against such a creature that is neither human nor ghostly, in the face of this kind of monster, even they can't have the upper hand. What's more, the ordinary soldiers behind them, in the face of the entanglement of the undead, their combat power is rapidly declining, and they are not opponents at all.

The gate was not closed, and Zhao Fu also saw the realm of the undead that he had summoned behind the Pope.

"These are your believers!" Zhao Fu saw that the ghost of one of the standing girls still had a cross necklace symbolizing the Holy Religion around her neck.

The Pope looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, he did not deny it, but was even more intoxicated: "Now they can serve me forever, this is the supreme honor that God has given them!" ”

"You're not a god." Zhao Fu got a rare chance to breathe, and he hoped that the Pope could accompany him for a while to let him get enough time to cultivate.

After all, there is a saying that "the villain dies of too many words".

It's just that Zhao Fu is obviously not a person who can talk, but what he said angered the Pope, and another heavy blow hit Zhao Fu, this blow was a punishment for Zhao Fu's mouth, and it was very heavy.

"What are you, do you say yes?" The Pope didn't like Zhao Fu's words, so although his next attack was not fatal, it was dangerous, and he did not hide his dissatisfaction with Zhao Fu at all.

"I've seen him, so he won't do these things." Zhao Fu was beaten to pieces, and several bones were broken, but he still had a hard mouth.

He had no faith, but although he hated that person, he wanted to believe in that person more than the Pope.

Zhao Fu obviously didn't know another truth: "More people die from cheapness".

When it came to this, the Pope became irritated, and a nameless anger completely burned the joy of the Pope's successful spell.

This time, the battle between the two turned into a one-sided beating, Zhao Fu was no longer chic, and his nose and face were swollen and he became the beaten party; The Pope ignored the decency of the year and scolded and beat Zhao Fu. If it weren't for the identities of these two people, it would be no different from a shrew fighting and scolding the street.

"Huh? Even a waste like you can meet that person's existence? The more the Pope spoke, the more angry he became, and he began to lose sight of his face, and even kicked him with his feet.

The Pope didn't want to say that the curtain had separated him from that God for decades, and he had been begging for decades without being able to get a turn from God.

Why? Why should someone like you meet him? It's not fair!

Thinking of the breath on Zhao Fu's body, the Pope probably understood that this was a gift from God. Zhao Fu is young, and it is impossible to obtain these by comprehension like himself, but in fact, Zhao Fu is indeed not diligent enough in the comprehension of the divine rules.

The Pope was even more angry when he thought of this, what a tyrannical thing this was! If he could also receive God's gift, how strong would he be now with his understanding? This is really unfair!

The Pope's subordinates are heavier, but they always hold a degree - he only needs Zhao Fu to be in pain, not Zhao Fu to die. He was going to use his pain to ask Zhao Fu today to return to his senses and tilt the scales.

"I'll give you a chance, if you convert to me, I can let you go, and even make you stronger than you are now." After getting tired and getting a certain amount of venting of anger, the Pope said this to Zhao Fu.

"Ahem...... Ahem, believe you? Zhao Fu didn't know if it was intentional, he spat a mouthful of blood in front of the pope.

"Believe in you, and then become one of those homeless ghosts?" Zhao Fu laughed hahaha: "This kind of thing that people are not ghosts and ghosts, I am not rare, just like this, you also want to be a god?" Ghosts? ”

"You know what?" The Pope also knew that Zhao Fu would not change his faith so easily, so he just wanted to try it in this regard, and if he succeeded, he would be able to prove himself better, and there would be no loss if he didn't succeed.

The Pope looked at Zhao Fu, who could no longer stand up, and became very satisfied, then he frowned again, and then he used his scepter to break Zhao Fu's left hand that was supporting his upper body. Zhao Fu had no support, so he could only lie on his side on the ground, like a dead dog in the eyes of the Pope.

Zhao Fu's height can only be the height of a dead dog, which is fair. The current Pope is very satisfied, he likes Zhao Fu's "low altitude" that he can't see his whole picture no matter how he looks up, he thinks this is suitable for Zhao Fu.

"What do you think is God?" The only obstacle is gone, and all that remains is a long wait for the night to find the day. The Pope's heart was comfortable and comfortable, he carried the Oasis City on his back, and looked at the Lan River army outside the city that held the soldiers in his hands.

"The one who sits in the temple is God!" The Pope asked himself and answered, he didn't care about the tens of thousands of troops in front of him, and now he was just a lonely orator who longed for recognition.

"The strongest person is the 'God'!" The Pope continued his speech, even if no one approves of it, he will continue to say, this is his stage, no one can take away this right, not the strongest one.

"What do you think God is?" The Pope asked a similar question.

"God is a scoundrel, a bastard!"

In a certain hall, the man lying on his side in the seat sniffled, a little itchy.

"God is blind, he cannot see; God is deaf, and his ears cannot hear; God is dumb, and he is silent; God is a rock, and He never pays attention to ...... He's a demon! ”

The man sat up and sneezed.

"And I, seeing the fireworks of thousands of homes, listening to the truth of the world, reciting the scriptures of the Great Dao, I am the Emperor of the Holy Religion, I am the Holy Emperor! I am the Emperor of God! ”

The man picked his nose to make him feel better, and then turned sideways and lay down in boredom.

The Pope's cheeks flushed when he said that he was emotional: "But I am not God, God is a demon, and I am not!" ”

Then he laughed maniacally: "But now! Me too! Me too! ”

The realm of the dead behind him was still not gone, and the soldiers of the Lan River who had strayed into it were in the depths of it, all of which seemed to confirm the Pope's words.

When the Pope said affectionately, he shed even more black tears: "Now I am also a demon!" ”

He muttered to himself in a daze, and great sorrow and ecstasy appeared on his face at the same time.

"What a god! Outside the temple are demons, and inside the temple are gods! ”

The Pope looked up at the sky, and this time his voice was extremely firm: "I have become a demon, this god, I will fight with you!" ”

The man lay on his spacious throne, yawned, and rolled over.

The five hundred and forty gates are derived from the Norse mythology of Valhalla.

emmm…… It's not that easy to become a god, so the easiest and quickest way is to make a joke about going retrograde on Shinto (Shinto is round).

In fact, there is a discussion of effort and talent (God-given). Sometimes I'm really angry, I'm definitely not the only one who feels this way, classmates chat in class together, take naked exams together, others are among the best, and you are named Sun Shan; Or some people are talented, for example, I try to write hundreds of thousands of words as some geniuses to write a few chapters, and the popularity is high 233 self-deprecation.

Of course, the most angry thing is that talented people don't work hard, and those who work hard can only catch up behind them. You work hard to sweat all over your body, and people are refreshing and can flirt with a girl, which is the most angry.

Although it's the most common routine in Japanese comics, I don't think it will be outdated, and whether it's useful to work hard or not can be discussed in the era when hard work is useless.

(End of chapter)