Casals' face was calm, he looked at the young strong man who fell at his feet, blood constantly gushing from his mouth, and his face convulsed from pain. He shook his head calmly, and with a light palm, he shattered his heart.

The audience was silent, a little frightening, above the audience was the place where the papal personnel were watching, the Pope stared down gloomily, he looked at the young strong man who fell at the feet of Casals with pity, and prayed for him with his hands folded, wishing him to be well in heaven.

"Let us mourn for the departed and pray for the departed. The Pope's solemn voice resounded through the room. In an instant, a grand wish filled the field, and people mourned for the deceased. The sound of neat prayers soared into the sky, and it seemed that the young and strong man in heaven heard the prayers of the people, and the expression of the dead changed from hideous to calm. The long prayers dissipated, and silence returned to the room.

In the various martial arts competitions held by the Church, there have been cases of papal personnel being killed by loose cultivators, but this has happened twice in the 7,000-year-old records of the Church. In the past seven times of an event like the Millennium Celebration, none of the retreats have made it to the finals. They were basically crushed by church members. Because everyone knows what the church is holding this millennium celebration for, what is the casual monk willing to dismiss the church's face?

Today, in front of the Pope, Casals directly killed the most gifted bishop of the Church, and in such a cruel way, it was obviously to oppose the Church. While people secretly praised his bravery, they also secretly muttered that the church would not do anything to retaliate.

"Congratulations Casals, you have become the champion of this millennium celebration. Let's congratulate him. With that, the Pope took the lead and applauded. Hearing the pope's applause, all the faithful and church members applauded one by one. For a while, the audience applauded thunderously, and a handsome bishop presented Casals with the prize of this competition: "The Staff of Time!"

One of the most important functions of this staff is that it can store spells, which can be stored in it and can be released during battle. Of course, not all spells can be stored, such as forbidden spells, ninth-level spells can be stored one, eighth-level spells can be stored two, seventh-level spells can be stored three, and so on. Another use is space-time stasis, which can convert all the stored spells in the staff into energy and cast a stagnation, during which the caster will briefly leave this space. However, each time this space-time freeze is used, it will take another ten days to continue using it.

Casals was expressionless, holding his staff and calmly walking off the stage. Tens of thousands of believers in the audience let out a burst of exclamation! This man was so unreasonable! How could he dare to ignore the Pope's gifts! He didn't even make the slightest gesture of gratitude to the Pope! The scene instantly got out of control, and the people could no longer control their disgust, and they turned on angry faces and scolded at Casals!

The peaceful and friendly atmosphere was gone, and all kinds of insults and all kinds of vicious curses befell Casals. People suffer for the losers, they feel dirty for the victory of Casals!

As Casals approached the exit, a servant of the goddess stood up furiously. "You wicked bastard! What filthy means you have used to murder my Deher! I will curse you to hell, you devil!" As he spoke, the goddess servant vomited blood angrily, and the hot blood fell on Casals's face without attracting his attention. "It turns out that the man just now is called De Her. He thought silently.

It was almost night out of the space-time arena, and Casals looked at this prosperous and beautiful holy city with nostalgia, his eyes full of mixed emotions. This was the first time he had shown his so-called emotions since he came to the Holy City. He slowly paced along the wide avenues of the Holy City, his eyes carefully and slowly admiring the buildings of the ancient city. Every building here is more than a thousand years old.

As he walked, Casals occasionally stretched out his hand to caress the walls, as if he felt the weight of history and seemed to savor the vicissitudes of the past. As the sun on the horizon retracts its last rays. It's dark......

Outside the city, Casals let go of his pace, and he could reach a distance of ten meters in one step. This seems to be the most advanced application of teleportation magic in space magic, teleportation in a small area. With all his might, Casals soon came to the front of Mount Olympia.

He began to climb the mountain, and after another ten minutes, about three thousand meters or so, on a platform on the cliff, there was a small cabin, and Casals walked into it with a look of nostalgia.

The configuration of the wooden house is simple, a wooden table, a wooden bed, and a few wooden benches, and nothing else. Casals sat on the wooden bed tiredly, the continuous teleportation made him very tired, but!Time was running out!Casals put the staff of time in his hand on the bed, he picked up a necklace on the table, a total of nine gems were worn on it, all of them shimmered with a faint green light, Casals put them around his neck, and then stretched out a finger to point at the staff, a gem emitted a terrible green light, and a faint green mana melted into the staff of time in the direction of Casals's finger! After a while, a glimmer of holiness emerged from the staff, and then quickly dissipated. A green glow slowly appeared on the staff, and with that, Casals crossed his knees on the bed and began to meditate, restoring his mental and magical powers.

"It's shabby that this kid actually lives in a place like this. A man in black with a sharp beak said, "Let him recover for a while, and then the fight will be interesting." From the words, it was clear that the man in black was full of disdain and contempt for Casals. Indeed, as a strong man who has stayed at the peak of the archbishop level for many years, the man in black can break through to the cardinal at any time, such a great cultivator, even in the face of the cardinal, will not be too inferior, let alone deal with a bishop-level brat? Moreover, it is a sneak attack!

"Hurry up, the Pope is still waiting for us to reply. A cold voice came from nowhere. Hearing this voice, the archbishop-level powerhouse cleaned up his mood and began to prepare a spell, he was going to kill with one blow! The spell was about to be completed, he did not rush to attack, but put his hands together and prayed silently for Casals, obviously this kid will die suddenly without knowing it, how pitiful~ The man in black thought to himself. After the prayer was finished, the ninth-level magic of light that had been condensed for a long time shone like a meteor, and on the snow-covered Olympia Mountain, it quietly fell towards the lonely wooden house, and the surrounding snow melted with its arrival. Not only that, but even the newly exposed rock was melted away.

Casals, sitting cross-legged in the cabin, unaware of the imminent danger, flicked the green necklace on his chest, then looked at everything in the simple cabin, and grabbed his face with his hand. With a click, a mask fell off his face. Casals is dead, meet the chanter of death, Calthas, this world of hypocrisy! As Karthas uncovers his true face, the speeding light spell is like a celebratory firework, and the moment it crashes into the cabin, the energy scatters in the sky. The believers in the holy city bowed down when they saw such a spectacle on Mount Olympia, which was a fireworks sent by Yahweh God for the millennium celebration! So the people prayed more earnestly for the miracles of Yahweh and God.

Lost and finished writing another chapter! A little poem! Drunken dwelling!

The ancients said that there were immortals in wine, and they also said that there were poems in wine.

Sentences are often used in poems, and I don't know how to be drunk.

Today, my generation often imitates the ancients, and the poetry in the wine is often affectionate.

Rest drunk in the rice bran bushes, and raise a glass to get drunk often in dreams.