Hundreds of miles away from the sacred land of the human race, between the mountains and mountains, on an extremely high and steep cliff.

The two rulers of Daba, the contemporary pope of the Golden Oak Church and the contemporary pope of the Silver Laurel Church, stood solemnly side by side in full sumptuous crowns and scepters.

Behind them, more than a hundred clergymen stood.

The aura of these clergymen is unfathomable and vast. Judging from their appearance alone, they are probably thirty or forty years old, but the aura they exude has a strong sense of the vicissitudes of time.

These are a group of old monsters who have lived for at least a hundred years, and they have spent a long time in the deserted ascetics.

Even people like St. Attila and Rafa, the Third Holy Inquisitor of the Holy Inquisition, were not able to come here today.

In the minds of the Pope and the Pope, St. Attila was unreliable and untrustworthy.

Only these old monsters who have been cultivating for hundreds of years and hundreds of years, they are paranoid and extreme, their thinking is incomparably simple and pure, they are the real foundation of the church, and they are the people in this world who can really be trusted and reused.

The Pope's finger gently tugs the scepter.

He felt the fluctuation of the colossal divine power coming from afar, and said leisurely: "As we expected, these gods who have suffered losses have ...... They won't be fooled a second time. They, sure enough, went to fight for the Axis of Medland. ”

The Pope of the Silver Cinnamon Church, a kind-looking old lady, bowed her head slightly and said, "The Lord of War and the Lord of Peace, I hope they can lose both." ”

The Pope turned and glanced at the clergy behind him.

He nodded, "Even if we don't lose both, we have enough power to snatch the Axis of Medland." It's just that for this legendary artifact, someone has to explore the way. ”

The Pope sneered: "Al...... They destroyed too much material...... You're right, we know very little about the Axis of Medland, we need pathfinders......"

She muttered softly, "Only the Lord of War and the Lord of Peace have been notified, and such a pathfinder is neither big nor small, just right. ”

The two took a deep breath, then fell into a strange silence.

After a few more moments, the Pope muttered softly: "Only when our Lord returns will we be able to bathe in her radiance and step smoothly into the realm of eternal life, eternity, eternal youth...... I don't have time to wait any longer. ”

The Pope's grip on the scepter suddenly became stronger, and several green tendons appeared on the back of his white hand.

He muttered, "I don't have much time left......"

The two glanced at each other, and their gazes became extremely complicated.

Previously, on the battlefield of Tulun Harbor, when the first wave of returning gods descended from beyond the void, the demigods of the church in the City of God Cry broke through the god realm.

As a result, in the process of his breakthrough, the entire soul of this high-ranking demigod in the church was replaced by Mu's divine soul.

He successfully broke through the Divine Spirit Realm.

But he was no longer him, he became a doppelganger of Mu.

There is a problem with the secret method of the Church's lineage...... The church hierarchy understands this deeply.

Both the Pope and the Pope are desperate to become gods.

But they are absolutely unwilling to sacrifice themselves, to let their self-consciousness disappear, and let their bodies become a puppet clone controlled by the gods they believe in.

According to the secret books of the Church......

Only when Mu and Mutheste return to the earth can the believers of the church receive their gifts and become gods without any hidden dangers!

Whether it's because of the faith, or because of the practical interests of both the Pope and the Pope themselves.

The church must use all its strength, at any cost, at any cost, to bring Mu and Muche back to earth.

In the huge hall, Qiao's side fell into a comprehensive disadvantage.

Gatekeeper Seven carefully held the Mindland Axis.

Margrethe III and the others, washed by the divine power of the Lord of Peace, had no will to fight, and could only rely on their instincts to resist the attacks of the believers of the Lord of War, Vares.

Only Joe, who maintained his full combat power.

None of the believers of Vares, the white-armored knights of the Divine Spirit Realm, were his opponents.

Joe tangled with dozens of white-armored knights, and each punch he punched a white-armored knight and sent them flying all over the place.

But Joe could only inflict heavy damage on them, not kill them instantly.

And with the blessing of Varys's divine power, the combat power of these white-armored knights has been greatly increased, and their battle formation coordination is even more exquisite to the extreme.

They are not a single person, but a complete, powerful, and incomparably sophisticated war machine.

The spears made a piercing sound of breaking through the air, and a little cold light kept falling on Joe's body.

Joe's skin cracked with a dull thud, and the spear pierced through the skin, through the muscles, through the bones, leaving wounds several inches deep on his body.

The colossal vitality constantly repairs wounds.

But there were too many enemies, the attacks were too dense, and one of Joe's wounds had not yet been fully repaired, and he had seven or eight new wounds on his body.

In just a few minutes of fighting, Joe was covered in bruises and blood.

It was precisely because of Joe's fight that the white-armored knights failed to attack Margrethe III and others, who had no combat power at the moment.

And it was precisely because Joe wanted to protect Margrethe III and others that he could only stay in place and passively resist.

Several times, he had a good chance to take advantage of the situation to chase and kill several heavily injured white-armored knights.

But because he wanted to protect his companions who couldn't participate in the battle behind him, Joe could only give up the chance to kill.

There was a 'snort', and a cold light came from Joe's side.

Regardless of decency, Vares swung his greatsword and attacked Joe.

Thirteen spears were piercing Joe's body, leaving deep wounds on him. Joe's body was held with a spear, and there was no time to dodge. He barely twisted his head, and Vares's sword grazed his cheek.

With a sword, half of Joe's head was almost sliced off.

The pain hit, and Joe roared in pain, opened his mouth and spewed out a black pillar of wind, knocking an attacking white-armored knight into vomiting blood and flying upside down.

The turquoise light flickered, and a rope slammed into Joe's arm.

Pierce, the Lord of Peace, also made a sneak attack.

The rope smoothly lassoed Joe's body, and waves of turquoise divine power poured into Joe's body like a tide.

The lethality of these divine powers is not very strong, but they have extremely strong corrosive power.

The extraordinary power circulating in Joe's body was quickly dyed with a faint layer of green, and then when Joe used these transcendent powers, he felt as if his power was frozen in ice, and it became extremely obscure and stiff when he was running.