George staggered forward, barely in a single place on his body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info's scars from the fire were still sparkling outward, burning hot, still tormenting his nerves hours later.

"Ahem, ahem......" He slammed to the ground, and the tiny flames gushing out of the wound instantly turned his body into scorched earth. The god-killing weapon, the spear of Longinus, was held tightly in the palm of his hand, and the fire of the god did not cause the slightest damage to the seal above.

"Whew, whew...... Yes, are you going to die? George reluctantly rolled over and lay on his back on the ground. The charred skin could no longer see any of its original whiteness, and it was difficult to describe his miserable state at this time. In fact, something worse than broken phase happened to him, well, his little friend was also burned to charcoal.

Hawkers,Abstinence is a must for a fanatical believer.,So it doesn't matter if you have a buddy or not.,Right?。

"No, no...... The task assigned by the Lord has not been completed, how can I die? George barely raised his arm and crawled to his feet, holding on to his spear. Unfortunately, the serious injury could not be ignored by volition alone, so in the end he fell back weakly.

"My Lord Almighty, have mercy on your believers......"

However, his prayers were only useless after all, because the old man of the false god he believed in had already taken care of himself, and he had no time to pay attention to him.

Saber Nero forcibly opened the "Golden Theater of Tricks" at the cost of maintaining his own magic power, and used his soul fire as a medium to raise the specifications of the Noble Phantasm again, making it reach the EX level for a time. The Great Fire of Rome had killed many of His Majesty's most loyal subjects. And the ghosts of those people became the opportunity for her to step from a legend to a demigod.

Therefore, the "Primordial Flame of Meteoric Iron", which was embodied by the Roman fire, ignited no longer a mortal flame, but a divine fire that led to the Protoss. Among the three races in the world that bear the name of "God". Only becoming a Protoss requires an extremely cumbersome process. Extracting the divinity, condensing the godhead, reshaping the god's body, casting the divine seat, and finally igniting the divine fire to build the divine kingdom, only by completing all the above steps can you transform into the divine race.

Therefore, at the cost of the end of his own existence, Saber Nero forcibly reversed the Divine Fire and made it a Burning Divine Fire. Although she herself will be swallowed by the flames, she can at least drag the false god old man in the sky to death with her.

It's a pity that she can explode. George, of course, too.

The lucky spearman directly cut his chest and used the blood of his heart to construct the perfect rune "Private NYA", and at the cost of a kidney, he got a fatal blow to Nero. It's just that he was still half a step late at that time, and not only was he burned by the fire of the burning gods, but even the "heaven" of the god kingdom of the pseudo-god old man was burned by more than half.

"My child, you can't die." The projection of a pseudo-god old man landed beside George in the white light, his voice full of love and compassion. Of course, it would have been more convincing if he had gone a little further. It's a pity he didn't dare.

"My lord!" George's eyes lit up, and his somewhat sluggish sanity rejuvenated. The old man obviously didn't do anything, but he felt that he was suddenly full of strength, and even the flames on his body were slowly extinguishing.

"My child, there is no need to doubt, there is no need to hesitate. I will always show you the way forward. You are my finest child, and therefore I will spare you the pain. "The old man of the false god knows that the time limit for the Burning God Fire has expired, of course he will not tell the truth, but will take the credit on himself.

The remaining flame of the Burning God was completely extinguished, and the healing spell of the pseudo-god old man also fell on George at the same time. The timing was quite accurate. Those who don't know will definitely think that this spell disperses the flames, such as the fanatic in front of him, Lucky E.

George looked at his body. Hurriedly half-knelt on the ground.

"My lord, forgive me for my sins."

"My child, you are not to blame for this. The enemy is like night covering the earth, but you represent the light. Light will eventually triumph over darkness, this is the inevitability of the world. "The old man of the false god is desperate to get the Holy Grail to make up for the loss at this time, so not to mention what kind of sin it is, even if the person in front of him is on his mother, Mary, can still be forgiven.

"Yes, my lord!" George is full of fighting spirit, if he is wearing a suit of armor, then he is a cannon fodder non-commissioned officer who has just been fooled into battle. It's a pity that he doesn't have a single strip of cloth on his body, not even the little friend under his crotch...... I really don't know how he will go to the toilet in the future.

"Put it on, my child." The old man of the pseudo-god used the power of faith to condense into armor, and when he put it on the other party, he wanted to take it back several times.

"It's ......"

"This is the robe I made for you, child." The pseudo-god old man secretly gritted his teeth, but his face still had that compassionate expression, "It will protect you from all dangers, so go fight with peace of mind and win the victory for me!" ”

George was fooled and lame on the spot, and the blood rushed to his head with a "bang".

"My lord, please indicate the enemy's position, and your sharpest spear will go and deal with that group of infidels!"

The pseudo-god old man secretly grinded his teeth and thought to himself, "Does this human have a hole in his head?" The brainwashing ability of the current pope is definitely too strong. But it's too resourceless to rush forward alone, and he doesn't weigh it himself, at the beginning, thousands of people besieged one person, and the result? He was the only one left dead. Alas, it is true that wisdom and madness cannot be combined. ”

"My child." The old man of the false god brewed his feelings, "What you need now is not to crusade against the infidels, but to rest. When the horn of war sounded again, it would be the day when you would persevere for me. And at this moment, you should take off your armor and sleep peacefully. ”

George, who was almost as brainless as a fan, was moved to tears and couldn't cry. To him, the old man's words were better than anything else, and he had only a quarter of a chance that he would walk if he was told to go south—this guy couldn't tell the north, south, east, and west.

Watching his brain-dead fans go farther and farther, the pseudo-god old man also retracted his projection. The plane barrier has been extremely weak these days, and the weaker gods may not be able to do much. But the main god of a monotheistic religion like him can forcibly descend a doppelganger, and its effect is more than just fooling people.

With the rise of the natural sciences. More and more people are throwing themselves into the arms of the faithless. Coupled with the red wave that swept almost the whole world back then, the foundation of the existence of these gods was almost shaken. Of course, the rise of materialism is one of the reasons, but the biggest one is that the false gods can no longer perform miracles.

If you can't declare your existence, you can't prove your truth, and the number of believers and the quality of your faith naturally decrease. However, this old pseudo-god is not just concerned about the Holy Grail War, he has also performed countless miracles around the world. It's so suspenseful that he's tired out of it.

"It's getting worse and worse." The pseudo-god old man retracted his gaze to look at the world, and his brows furrowed slightly, "Some of these so-called heroic spirits can still find prototypes, and some of them don't even know me. Moreover, the emperor of that human world is obviously countless times stronger than when he was alive, where did this group of 'heroic spirits' come from? ”

He stepped into the soft chair, fingertips tapping the wooden armrests.

"And the identity of those visitors from the other world is also questionable. True angels are just legends, and they don't have the time or energy to pay attention to all the worlds. Not to mention a remote corner like ours. But now they've crossed the Crystal Wall to crusade against my pseudo-angels? ”

The moment the question was raised, he himself rejected it.

"No, if it's a crusade, it won't be just two angels coming, it should be a main fleet, then I'd already be dead. So, could it be an angel who crossed into this world by accident? ”

The old man shook his head. Put this issue aside for now.

"Abyss Demon...... It's a nostalgic word. Hmph, that human was so lucky that he was able to get such pure demonic blood. There was a hint of jealousy in the old man's words, as if it was glorious to be a demon, "But I saw two familiar things in a row. This can't be a coincidence. The goal of that group ...... It can't be me. ”

The pseudo-god old man couldn't figure out how to use a small character like himself to be able to use the two major races of labor angels and demons.

"Hmm. You still have to prepare early. ”

He said that he was going to prepare early, but his body didn't even move.

"How did those strange creatures come about?" The appearance of Xu Tianshi and Xu Tianye appeared in his mind, and he said to himself with a puzzled expression: "Is it a hybrid between a lizard and a human?" Not quite like it, and it shouldn't have the power to block my gaze. Alas, the world now is a little puzzling even to me, where did all those strange things come from? ”

The pseudo-god old man sighed and looked at the sky. Occasional clouds passed through the blue sky, but the crimson cracks were as conspicuous as ink on a white cloth. This is the damage that the fire of burning gods has done to the "heavens" of the kingdom of God, and it is absolutely impossible to repair it without the continuous prayers of 100,000 fanatical believers for more than a hundred years.

"Everyone's focus is on the 'Holy Grail', and what is that?" The old man looked at his right hand, but his palm, which should have been as steady as a rock, trembled slightly, as if the words "Holy Grail" were enough to make him tremble.

"Absolute desire? Yes, I could feel the power even through the thick plane barrier. It was a great being that surpassed me, beyond everything, and even beyond this world. ”

Thinking of this, he suddenly took a deep breath.

"If I get the 'Holy Grail', I will be able to completely leave this world and go to other crystal wall systems to develop. At that time, whether it is the fleet of abyss demons or angels, there is no need to worry anymore, they will not be able to find me at all. ”

The smug smile was fleeting, replaced by solemnity.

"With just that human and that Heroic Spirit from nowhere, can you really claim the Holy Grail? Well, the power of that rune is so powerful that even angels can't stop it, and maybe it can really work miracles. But it's not enough insurance, I want a complete solution. ”

The pseudo-god old man slowly got up and picked up the scepter in his hand.

"Perhaps, I should have come to ...... for real"

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The next day, inside the miniature shrine.

"Your Majesty, you called me?" George pushed open the door and bowed respectfully. After a full night's rest, he had adjusted his body to its most perfect state. It's just that the organs lost in the battle yesterday are difficult to recover, so if you want to continue to use the rune "Private NYA", you have to weigh it carefully.

The Pope holds a scepter and sits upright on a seat made of gold. Those eyes revealed the majesty of not belonging to mortals, and the faint golden threads swam endlessly in his pupils like swimming fish. What was originally just a symbolic scepter now emitted a hazy white light, almost like an artifact.

"Sit."

George respectfully got up and sat down, his waist straight. He didn't know why he did this, but he felt that today's papal crown was the same as yesterday's judgment. To put it mildly, if yesterday's papal crown was a mortal pretending to be a god, today he is a true god.

Well, it can't be God coming down on His Majesty the Pope.

"George, do you know why I called you?" Pope...... Or maybe the old man pretended to be the Pope, and to be honest, although he could get his memories after swallowing the soul of that old thing, he was a little disgusted, maybe the ingredients were not clean.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty." George became more and more respectful, and the courtesy was done flawlessly. Even if God really came, then he must not want others to know his identity, including himself. After all, the light of the true God is too dazzling, and if you look at it directly, you may stab your eyes, so everything God does must be for the sake of believers.

The old man of the false god slowly bowed his head and said, "George, you are the master of this Holy Grail War, and you shoulder my lord's expectations for you. Now I ask you, can you have the confidence to overcome all enemies and win victory for God? ”

Brainless fan George nodded without hesitation.

"Even if your piety will take your life, what if it does?"

Instead, George smiled passionately and said, "Giving everything for God is where our glory lies!" ”

The pseudo-god old man looked at him with satisfaction, and the burden in his heart was quietly let go of a little. To be honest, he really didn't want to go down to earth in person. If you can hide behind the scenes, who would want to rush to the front, what if you accidentally get killed by a stray bullet?

But he needed an insurance. Pinning all his hopes on a brain-dead fan is not his style, because he believes in himself more.

"Go ahead, George." The old man of the false god was not as if he was pretending, "Go and defeat all enemies and give the Holy Grail to our Lord!" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

George lifted his spear and exited the miniature temple, finally pulling the two doors softly shut.

"Hopefully, all the best."

PS: (Feel...... A little water? Maybe it's been a mood problem lately, but I'll probably get better tomorrow.)