......

"Bang!"

Finally, after a loud bang, the defense that St. Luke had built alone was finally broken away by the pseudo-Pope Ignaz.

Looking at the Gate of Heaven hanging in the distant sky, Ignaz smiled excitedly.

"Behind the door is the kingdom of God, from today onwards, this kingdom of God will belong to me Ignaz!"

He had already concluded that there could be no real god behind the kingdom of God, otherwise he would make such a big fuss, how could he not be suppressed by the gods?

Since there is no God, hehe, then the kingdom of God will inevitably be taken by him! All the relics of the God of Light will belong to him!

With this in mind, Ignaz raised his head and flew towards the gate of heaven hanging high in the air.

In the Kingdom of God, Wu Hui rolled his eyes, secretly thinking that this Ignaz was really a native who had never seen the world, and he was carried away by greed just after gaining some strength.

You must know that a skinny camel is no bigger than a horse. What's more, the level 9 demigod looked at the sea of stars, it was just a drizzle, and even the level 10 god realm was just getting started, and at most he could only call the wind and rain within the plane.

Although he, Wu Hui, is weak now, he has inherited a lot of memories and knowledge from the old God of Light, and this insight is always much higher than others.

"That's it, that's it. Wu Hui shook his head helplessly, who made him weak now and still in a state of repair.

Since this pseudo-pope has to provoke him as a god, he can only choose to sacrifice a large amount of divine power to let him see the true divine power.

However, just as Wu Hui was about to consume a large amount of divine power and give the pseudo-pope a heavy blow, a pure and dazzling holy light suddenly rose from the ground in the distance.

Everyone was shocked and attracted by this pillar of light, and they all turned their eyes, even the pseudo-Pope Ignaz and the archangel St. Luke in mid-air were attracted to attention and temporarily stopped moving.

At this moment, a solemn and majestic prayer that made people can't help but be in awe slowly came out of this pillar of light.

"O great god of light, I am willing to exchange my most sincere prayer for your mercy! I am willing to abandon everything in the world in exchange for your favor......"

The sound of prayer was so devout that it seemed to have some kind of magic, and when the prayer sounded, the heavens and the earth seemed to be quiet, and even the air seemed to resonate and tremble with it.

"Yes, it's His Majesty Old Pope Nazard!"

"Wait, old, the old Pope's crown is here, and it's ...... Divine Descent!"

Those who are familiar with the old Pope Nazarr naturally know where the prayer is coming from.

Especially Liliana, his adopted daughter, and the two former archbishops, Edward and James, couldn't help but show a sad look when they found out that the old Pope was performing a divine descent.

Later, even the dark witch Judy, and the third prince Charles and other believers fell to their knees, not only to give the old pope the highest respect, but also to help the old pope pray sincerely.

Because this is a magic technique that needs to burn life, with the old Pope's broken body, I am afraid that there is no longer any possibility of survival.

"What? Isn't that old guy really afraid of death?"

The pseudo-pope Nassard, who was hanging in the air, changed his face on the spot when he saw the old pope who was performing a spell.

Divine descent, but only the successive popes, saints, and a limited number of cardinal archbishops are qualified and capable of performing top-level divine arts.

Its power lies in the fact that it is not simply to invite the gods to come, but to truly call on the gods, communicate with the gods, and at the same time beg and borrow from the gods. As long as it is successful, basically anything can be solved.

How a god will help his followers is actually possible, whether it is to send an army of angels, or to lend a large amount of divine power to the other party to temporarily gain the ability to drive divine power, or even if the god himself comes in the form of a doppelganger.

It's just that although this divine technique that directly calls the gods is powerful, the price is extremely high. The caster must burn with life force at the cost of his own life in order to perform this spell that transmits his own personality.

Normally, a highly respected pope will age rapidly after the operation, and will abdicate and disappear soon after, waiting for the end of his life.

Now the old Pope Nassadr has a broken body and is overdrawn in life, and it seems that he will die before the spell is finished.

Thinking of this, the pseudo-pope Nasadr finally felt a little relieved.

And most importantly, are there any gods in this world? Without gods, what can the old pope do even if he exhausts his life to perform the divine descent?

"Hehehe, in vain. ”

Pseudo-Pope Ignaz levitated high in the air and sneered, "Nassader, the God of Light has fallen, and there are no gods, no matter how pious your divine descent technique is, what's the use?"

However, his laughter was like a pebble thrown into the water, and there was no response.

On the contrary, the solemn prayer of the old Pope Nazar continued to echo in the heavens and the earth.

"Hmph!

Ignaz's face was pale, he was a little angry, a mediocre old man who was half-cut into the ground, dared to ignore his might, he was really looking for death!

Ignaz slowly raised his right hand, which held the artifact scepter, and was about to deliver the final fatal blow to the twilight old man.

But at this moment, an even more magnificent golden holy light suddenly fell from the sky, as if in response to the old Pope's prayer, and fell directly on him.

"How, how is it possible? Difficult, is it ......?"

A chill instantly hit the heart of the pseudo-pope Nassader, and his face was extremely difficult to see at this moment.

Not only him, but the Imperial Emperor Carlos and the Imperial Army led by him in the valley, as well as Cardinal Marne and the pseudo-papal guards led by him, all widened their eyes at this moment, and they were stunned in place.

This, what are you kidding?

With the response of the miracle, could it be that there is really a god behind the gate of heaven?

Could it be that the God of Light, who has been rumored to have fallen for a hundred years, has really returned?

The hearts were beating wildly, and the unstoppable chill began to spread rapidly in the hearts of everyone who tried to rebel against the gods.

"This old pope is really sincere, and his prayer is granted. ”

Wu Hui sighed in the kingdom of God, if he wasn't worried about his only granddaughter, this old pope would probably not compromise with the pseudo-pope even if he was tortured to death.

Now in order to atone for his sins and for the majesty of the guardian saint, he would rather die with his body than even his life, which moved Wu Hui a little.

I have to say that it is indeed very rare to have such a strong faith in the excellent Holy Spirit as St. Luke, the old pope. It is no wonder that even the old God of Light, who once sat on many planes and had eyes above the top, regarded the Holy Spirit as a precious talent.

With the assistance of these holy spirits who have firm beliefs and excellent abilities, his theocratic rule of Wu Hui will definitely be much easier in the future.

Now the old Pope Nasadel is begging Wu Hui to give him a chance to redeem himself, and Wu Hui naturally has no reason to refuse.

To have the old pope to help get rid of the blasphemous pseudo-pope, Wu Hui is also happy.

It's just that it's a little embarrassing now that the strength he has accumulated is not enough, there is no stronger angel to send, and he, the god of light who has not yet digested the godhead, naturally can't come forward in person.

So all that can be given is he, the god of light, and the divine power that has been accumulated.

"Godhead, Godhead!"

Wu Hui was not stingy, anyway, he was doing things for himself, but this idea had just been issued, and it was a full hundred points of massive divine power, which was instantly transmitted to the old pope of the nether realm.

However, there is no way to do this, through the Divine Descent of Burning Life, and Wu Hui's divine power endowment, the old Pope Nasadel will temporarily gain the power to control the divine power, which is almost equivalent to the power of a level 10 god.

It's just that the old pope, whose body is broken and has little vitality left, may not last more than three minutes in this state of temporary blessing.

......

Nether, valley.

As the magnificent pillar of light vanished, the old Pope Nassader, who had been seriously injured and dying, stood up again.

He exuded a peaceful and solemn golden light, his eyes had been filled with pure holy light, and the silver-white divine lines on his forehead had spread all over his body.

The mighty and deep divine power was slowly emanating from him, and the heavens and the earth seemed to suddenly become solemn because of his existence. In this way, under the gaze of everyone on both sides of the enemy, he slowly flew into the air, like a real god, looking down on the beings in the lower realm.

"Praise my lord!"

After seeing such a miracle, except for a few backbones of the empire and the pseudo-papal see, almost everyone at the scene subconsciously knelt on the ground, facing the gate of heaven, giving the God of Light and the old pope who was favored by the gods the highest respect.

"No, no...... It can't be!"

Pseudo-Pope Ignaz's eyes were stunned, and the hand holding the artifact couldn't help but tremble.

He didn't believe that in order to take the opportunity to ascend to the Divine Realm, he had been preparing for decades, how could he fall short in front of him?

And didn't the God of Light have already fallen? He couldn't sense the slightest sign of the god's existence, but how did that old fellow Nassard?

Yes, it must be! These are all illusions! Behind the gate of heaven, there is no god at all!

"Lies! It's all lies! There is no God in this world!"

Unable to accept the reality in front of him, Ignaz's eyes burst into anger, and he turned around and rushed towards the gate of heaven, "I will expose the lies of you people today, and I will prove that I, Ignaz, am the new god of light!"

"Word: Punishment!"

The old Pope Nazarr suspended high in the air did not make any unnecessary movements, just raised his right hand, faced Ignaz, and spoke slowly.

In an instant, a golden thunderbolt suddenly appeared out of thin air!

"Click!"

The terrifying thunder instantly shocked the entire heaven and earth, and the terrifying power emanating from the golden lightning seemed to tear the sky apart.

Under the sky, all the people in the valley on both sides of the enemy had an instinctive awe of this panicked heavenly might, as if every cell in the body was trembling.

Even the dignified Emperor Carlos, under this shocking thunder, was terrified in his heart, muttering to himself: "Heaven, heavenly thunder! This, this is heavenly thunder, the heavenly thunder that punishes the gods!"

Under the thunder of the sky, all things are annihilated, and there is nothing to hide!

Although the air puppet Pope Ignaz had a somewhat broken mentality, he didn't go crazy after all.

Seeing the devastating heavenly thunder slashing towards him, Ignatz's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly raised the artifact scepter and built an indestructible sacred barrier in front of him.

However.

There was a loud "bang", and the sacred barrier that Ignaz had been proud of before burst into flames.

Under the impact of the violent concussion, Ignaz spurted out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and fell to the ground on his back.

"No, it can't be, it doesn't ......"

Ignaz's face was full of pain, although he didn't want to admit it, he still had to admit that the terrifying power contained in the blow just now was far superior to him, and it was the power of the divine realm that implied the power of the law!

Whether it was the awe of the world or the horror of Ignaz, the old Pope Nasadr still looked solemn, without any mood fluctuations, but after a blow, he suddenly raised his fingers and spoke again.

"Word: Imprisoned!"

"Click!" there was a crackling sound, and something amazing happened.

Ignaz was in the process of falling, the invisible air around him, no, it should be said that the invisible space, as if it had suddenly frozen into ice, and Ignaz in the "ice" was frozen in place, except for staring at his panicked eyes, he couldn't even make a sound.

Such a strong and majestic power deeply shocked every audience at the scene.

There is no doubt that this is the power of the gods!

Their light, my Lord, has returned!

The imprisonment of a short moment comes and goes quickly.

Just as the art of imprisonment began to loosen, and the puppet Pope Ignaz just felt that he was liberated, a spear burning with holy flames had pierced his chest.

None other than St. Luke, the Archangel!

As St. Luke slowly withdrew the holy spear in his hand, the rising holy flame instantly enveloped the pseudo-pope's whole body.

In just a few breaths, the pseudo-pope, whose life was known in an instant, turned into a cloud of ashes under the holy flame that was enough to burn everything.

Only his storage equipment and the artifact scepter remained, which St. Luke copied in his hand with a casual move.

At this moment, the old Pope Nassader, who had completely exhausted the lamp, finally closed his eyes like a burned candle, and fell backwards.

The holy light gradually dissipated, and the old Pope's exhausted body began to disintegrate like rotten dead wood powder, turning into a cloud of flying ashes, all of which dissipated in the wind.

Only the papal vestments he had worn before were still drifting towards the ground with the wind.

"It's awe-inspiring. ”

In the Kingdom of God, Wu Hui slowly got up, "It's time to greet his pope." ”

Although the old Pope Nazar has come to the end of his life, his soul is not dying as the exalted Holy Spirit.

Soon, Wu Hui once again performed a grand miracle, and began to welcome his first pope's Holy Spirit to ascend to the kingdom of God with a very grand specification.

This grand welcome alone, and the healing radiance that sprinkled it on the lower realm, consumed a full 25 points of his divine power, but it was all worth it.

Sure enough, under Wu Hui's guidance, the old Pope's translucent soul finally reappeared, and then slowly drifted towards the Kingdom of God with the holy light channel sprinkled by the Gate of Heaven.

Beneath the Gates of Heaven, Liliana was already in tears, as were Edward and James, the two archbishops who had followed the old pope for decades.

Their tears are not only the memory of the old pope, but also the respect and pride of the old pope.

To be able to fearlessly dedicate oneself to the Lord of Light, and to be sublimely welcomed by the Lord of Light, such glorious deeds will surely be remembered and praised forever in the long history of this world.

At the same time, all the believers who watched this scene, even the members of the Imperial Army and the pseudo-Holy See who had been enemies before, fell to their knees.

Before the true gods, they are but the humblest ants.

How could a humble ant compete with a god comparable to the nature of heaven and earth?

In particular, the soldiers of the Empire and the members of the pseudo-Holy See, when they realized that they were actually fighting against the great God of Light, were so terrified that they almost devoured their souls.

Dare to fight the gods? It's ridiculous to the extreme!

If it weren't for the mercy of the gods, all of them would probably have been wiped out like the pseudo-pope.

After this assumption, these defeated sinners all began their most pious repentance, and at this moment their hearts were filled with deep remorse, and their firm faith was rapidly surging.

"Bang dang!"

The sound of a sharp sword falling to the ground.

The emperor Carlos, who was standing in dementia, weakly discarded the sword in his hand, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, and fell to his knees with a "poof".

At this moment, the originally heroic and majestic emperor seemed to age dozens of years in an instant.

His eyes stared at the spectacular miracle in the sky, and all his strength seemed to have been suddenly exhausted.

O gods, it is indeed the unattainable lord of the great shore.

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