"Old immortal, I really want to kill you, cough cough ......" said weakly as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He was now lying on his bed in a dark room without any power of light, with the Pope smiling at the head of his bed and Sylvia on the other side, worried.

After suffering a dispel and a big healing spell, Gloo's heart collapsed, especially when the Pope finally said that he did it on purpose! This kind of trick really made Gloo receive 10,000 critical damage.

After turning off the Holy Array defense system in the Basilica of Vanti, the Pope helped him find a room without the power of light, such a place is still very difficult to find in the church, and the Pope had no choice but to take him to the confessional room, which is probably the only place in the Basilica of Vanti without any power of light.

"Alas, sure enough, it's not as good as a cow, or my Sylvia is good to me. "The remnants of the light power in the dark body are still there, and he is not at peace. But Sylvia's worried expression brought a warm current to his heart, as if those strange light powers had disappeared, and the whole person seemed to have eaten fairy fruit, fluttering like a fairy.

"Alas, if you die, where will I find a guy like you who can fight, carry, bring out and have face, and be a long-term meal ticket and a long-term small treasury. Sylvia sighed and said.

Long-term meal tickets and long-term small coffers? Can you fight and carry, and take them out and save face?

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Sylvia's words were like a thunderbolt that slashed him off the altar. He was like a bird with broken wings that fell from the sky into the abyss.

"I feel like my heart is bleeding, cough cough ......," said Ahem, covering his chest with a sad expression.

"Alas, poor little fellow, even your elves don't love you anymore. The Pope shook his head, quipping.

"Victor, your shitty face makes me want to kill you, you know, don't let me find a chance to take revenge, or I'll make you lose face and lose your underwear!"

"It's like a sudden change from the warm Victoria Bay warm current to the polar cold current, I believe that your heart must be broken at this time. The Pope continued there heartlessly saying: "This is probably the saddest thing in life, falling from heaven to the abyss." Oh~~"

"Compared to the huge contrast between before and after, your chatter annoys me even more. He sat up from the bed abruptly and said coldly, changing his previous sick appearance.

The Pope was not startled by his sudden sitting, but was still there anyway: "It looks like you have almost rested, you are worthy of being a demon, and your physical fitness is really extraordinarily powerful." ”

"It's just two functional holy arts, and they don't even count as serious attack techniques. Even if the Holy Light can cause a lot of damage to our demons, I can still withstand these two spells that didn't hurt at all. Said gloomily.

The Pope shrugged his shoulders and said to himself, "You can pretend, but you can pretend." The healing and dispersal techniques of this seat were originally more effective than ordinary priests, and with the assistance of the many holy magic amplification circles in the Vanti Cathedral, these two spells were enough to kill a large group of low-level demons in an instant. I don't believe it, even if you are a high-level demon, you can carry my two holy arts, and you will only be slightly injured!"

He thought that he was not far from ten, and he really couldn't carry these two holy spells and was only slightly injured after the operation, after all, the caster of these two holy spells was the Pope, and the current Pope Cyril Victor's strength was one of the best among the previous popes, and there were enough amplification circles to assist him at that time. But to say that it will be seriously injured is also a bit unrealistic. It's just two functional spells, the strength of the high-level demons is very strong, and there is also a part of the shadow power to help resist, plus he has also rested for a while and recovered a lot, so the current state is above the minor injury, and the serious injury is not full.

"Since you're all right, let's go out for a walk. You promised me that you two would have to go out with me, or I wouldn't want your equipment. "Knowing that the darkness is there to hold on, the Pope simply pulls them out now. Then let's go out for a night and let me see how long your badly injured body can last.

"Let's go. "Since you agreed, of course, you can't break your promise. He hadn't gotten to the point where he was so badly injured that going out for a walk might not have made his body recover, but it definitely wouldn't make his injuries worse - he was counting on Cyril Victor to make a good deal of it.

The first demon ever to cheat the Pope of the Holy See of Light?

"Are you sure your body is okay?" asked Sylvia with concern. Although her words just now hurt me for a long time, most of them were revenge, and they were just witty words she said in order to retaliate.

"Don't worry, my injuries are not so serious, and I can still hold on. Maybe go out with him and I'll be healed?" he patted Sylvia's hand, signaling her to reassure.

Cyril Victor seems to have an extraordinary love for going out to play, as can be seen from his eagerness. How long is this going to be suppressed?

Just look at his appearance that he can be happy for a long time even when he goes out for a walk, in fact, the position of the pope is not so easy to sit in.

In addition to dealing with a lot of things within the Holy See every day, the Pope also had to maintain good relations with the heads of various races, and at critical moments, he had to wear a false mask to talk about peace and beauty. In times of war, he holds the lives of paladins and priests in his hands, and at a critical moment, which unit to send to death is something he must decide. He had to use his life as a pawn so that he wouldn't feel so guilty.

So, Victor was not happy.

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The night in the Holy City is like the makeup on the faces of the girls, there are those who are delicate, those who are elegant, those who are seductive, and those who are delicate. Each different place has its own different style, and it is as ever-changing as the girls' personalities, perhaps one moment it is still lively, the next moment it will be sunny and cloudy, and the occasional desertion may be just for the enthusiasm of the next moment.

A woman's heart, a needle at the bottom of the sea. Although this sentence is a bit incorrect here, it really reflects the ever-changing nature of the Holy City.

You don't know what it's going to look like in the next second.

Under the dazzling starry sky, the lights of the city also reflect the stars.

The real Holy City of the Holy See, which exists in the silence of dusk and the noise of midnight, has the character of this city, like the power it represents, with light and heat, which will never cool down, and the light will always be present here. Even on the darkest nights, there are the brightest days here.

This is the night in the Holy City.