In the golden-white flames, Hannibal wielded the flame as a robe, completely sublimating from a human personality to the Holy Spirit, and his breath rose rapidly from the lower position of the transcendent, reaching the apex of the transcendent realm, but as a price, he was not yet a saint, and his life would come to an end, and because he was not a saint, he basically isolated the possibility of his soul reorganizing into a chosen warrior to enter the kingdom of God, that is to say, his soul would be burned out in this sacred flame.

This is the sacrifice of the Holy Spirit, and the most devout believers are not willing to use the magic of fighting for life, because for the clergy, normal death is just a return to the arms of God, and sacrifice means that the soul is scattered after death, and even the greatest comfort and destination of the clergy must be abandoned - for the vast majority of clergy, this is no longer a choice that can be made without fear of death.

"Why bother, what can you do?"

Phineles scoffed, he didn't seem to care about Hannibal's loyalty, or that he had already won the game.

At the very least, make sure that Excalibur doesn't have an accident.

This is Hannibal's purest thought at the moment.

The golden-white Saint Flame clinged to the Divine Sword and hovered upward, forcing away the entangled blasphemous black mud, and Hannibal had already leaped to the top of the Divine Sword, and his body was stirring with majestic divine power, reaching out to touch the Divine Sword.

The majestic giant sword suddenly burst out with dazzling divine light, and even the black mud that was difficult to get rid of before was forcibly expelled, and in the endless divine light, the giant sword became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, causing the earth to shake.

Yes, what Hannibal wanted to do in the first place was not to kill the enemy, because he knew that even at this moment, he was not the opponent of the Pope of the Temple of Death, and pulling out the Excalibur and leaving was the only option.

Before, he didn't have the ability to take out the Excalibur before the end of the Demon Purification Ritual, but at this moment, he was already a Holy Spirit person, and he surpassed the saints in terms of religious rank, on par with the Chosen Warriors, even if he couldn't use the full power of the Excalibur, but at least he was qualified to hold and borrow a part of the power of the Excalibur.

Seeing his movements, everyone in the Temple of Death wanted to interfere, but Phineles stretched out his hand and stopped them.

"Don't worry, don't forget what we're here for, now that someone is doing it for us, let's just watch quietly. ”

The crowd did not dare to be disobedient and respectfully retreated.

Phineles watched with a smile as he watched the changes in Excalibur, as if all of Hannibal's reactions were in his calculations—and that was indeed the case.

The endless light converged into a beam, and when the Excalibur that had returned to its normal size was held in Hannibal's hand in mid-air, the light of the entire space dimmed.

Hannibal looked at the quaint and restrained longsword in his hand for a moment, no matter how you look at it, the appearance of this legendary divine soldier at the moment is no different from an ordinary standard longsword, it is simply inconspicuous.

Although he pulled out the Excalibur, he did not get the approval of the Excalibur, so the Excalibur is what it is now, not the Flame Pattern Casting Blade and the Sun Wheel Protecting it as recorded in the Holy Scriptures.

"Am I really not the one who was chosen?"

There is no regret to this day, Hannibal glanced at the people of the Temple of Death in the distance with angry eyes, but he had no intention of fighting to the death with the power of the Excalibur - the sacred fire of sacrifice was still burning, this was an irreversible ritual, and he also wanted to bring the Excalibur back to the church safely and make what the Temple of Death did public, but there was not much time left for him, in fact, he might be a little too late now······

Everything is about the overall situation, and if the Excalibur falls into the hands of this group of crazy guys, I really don't know what kind of disaster it will bring to the church and even our lord who still don't know about it.

Thinking of this, Hannibal swung his sword, turned into a streamer without hesitation, and flew away to the end of space - he was confident that he was holding the sword, and Phineles, who had fallen from the demigod person, could not stop him.

However, today I am afraid that it is destined to subvert his cognition again and again, and in the face of his escape, Phenelles did not even make a tentative interception, but just smiled lightly at the black mud that fell to the ground again after losing its target······ There is also the deep pit left behind after the divine sword was drawn, and the black mud fell into it for the first time, and it was almost half of it at this moment.

In fact, it was only a moment's effort, and the land that had lost the light of the Excalibur began to collapse silently and unintentionally, and an extremely chaotic aura seeped out of the earth at an unimaginable speed, affecting the entire space in the blink of an eye.

Hannibal, who was about to leave, suddenly sensed that the originally friendly spatial barrier had become strange and unfamiliar, and he stopped his body abruptly—he could feel that he might not be able to enter and exit this space as easily as before.

The terrifying and crazy aura that had already permeated the entire space naturally couldn't escape his perception, and when he couldn't help but turn his head, it was just a glance that made his eyes crack.

A giant hand made of black mud stretched out from the hole left by the sword, clinging to the cracked ground, and slowly pulled out a uniform body, the wriggling body could not see the face clearly, but with his appearance, the sky and the earth in this space flashed violently, as if it was about to collapse and seemed to have undergone indescribable changes.

Hannibal only felt a severe shock in his heart, and the flame burning on his body was also in a trance: "Zelota······ Demon God?"

This is impossible, it was broken by our lord at the beginning, and it was sealed by the Demon Purification Ceremony composed of the divine sword and the faith of all mankind for hundreds of years, how could the demon god still exist in the world!

Is it because I mentioned the reason for drawing Excalibur?

No, even if the ritual is successfully completed, the demon god is still far from being completely purified!

Hannibal roared hysterically in his heart, and the reality in front of him simply did not make him accept!

However, he would soon be able to guess some answers, because the legendary monster that was constantly absorbing the black mud did not hesitate to fly towards the location of the Death Temple, and even the space was distorted everywhere it passed, but the people of the Death Temple just looked at it with a feverish face, and had no intention of dodging.

Finiles, in particular, even opened his arms and said with a smile: "Welcome back······"

Before he could finish speaking, his whole body was surrounded and devoured by black mud and twisted monsters, and then, visible to the naked eye, these disgusting and chaotic substances continued to shrink, gradually approaching the size of a normal person.

Everyone in the Temple of Death knelt on the ground and shouted in unison, "Welcome back Lord Archon!"

Amid the frenzied cheers, the figure turned around, still in the form of Phenyles, but the aura on its body became more and more terrifying and terrifying.

He glanced at these people lightly, and said flatly: "Get up, if it weren't for the efforts and forbearance of your colleagues, my body would have been purified long ago, and the recovery of the empire would have been delayed for a long time." ”

Indeed, if it weren't for these guys secretly providing a steady stream of supplies to the sealed body through their clones, the body would have been purified long ago, and if it was resurrected by the clones left in the outside world by themselves, the cost and risk would be much greater, not to mention that they still came out a while earlier - of course, most of this is because of the efforts of the back hand and the clone themselves that were arranged before they were sealed.

But why bother to make it clear, although he has been sealed for hundreds of years, as a demon who single-handedly led the country to the level of a unified continent, he knows exactly when and what to say - to all extents, he is more like a human politician than human beings themselves, or perhaps, not just politicians.

"Well~, it's been a long time, my prey ······"

For hundreds of years, the ultimate enemy of civilization and order has expressed such feelings to this world in his heart.

As for the so-called imperial resurgence······ Well, if someone believes it, it's true or not, what's the point of concern? Humans are just stupid and cute creatures anyway······