It's better to live than to die!

Those who have not experienced it will never understand what it is like, and at the beginning, the Pope also wanted to live, after all, the Pope's will is so strong, as long as there is a little hope of survival, the Pope will naturally not let go.

But as the pain deepened, even the Pope could not bear it.

Especially in the back, every moment is an unbearable torment.

The Church preaches everywhere that those who do not believe in gods will be tortured in purgatory, and there is also a heresy in the Church, which is arguably the darkest and most cruel place in the whole world, and there are countless cruel punishments of all kinds.

But at that time, the Pope only felt that even if all the cruel punishments in the whole world were gathered together, it would not be comparable to the pain he endured.

That kind of taste, no matter how powerful the body, will be tortured and broken.

No matter how strong the will is, it will gradually corrode and crumble in the midst of pain.

What made the Pope even more desperate was that if ordinary people were tortured by the curse, at most ten days and a half months, or at most a month's work, they would die.

I can't bear it, and suicide can end the pain.

But for the Pope, the pain is simply long-lasting and endless.

Because of the Pope's crown, the Pope's body has been slowly reshaped, although the speed of remodeling is not as fast as the speed of the curse's destruction, but it also extends the Pope's pain indefinitely.

The most of the pain of others is a month, and the Pope has endured it for almost a year.

The consciousness of the partiality itself is very clear, and every wisp of pain will be clearly conveyed to the Pope's consciousness, which also makes this pain even more painful.

To make matters worse, the Pope was so completely decomposed that he couldn't move at all, even if he wanted to commit suicide.

Feeling a little rot in oneself, feeling a little bit of one's life being deprived, the pain is deepening every day and night, and it is getting more and more uncomfortable every day.

There is no hope at all, only the fear of increasingly unbearable pain, and despair with no end in sight.

The Pope has endured this kind of torture for nearly a year, and God knows what this consciousness has been tortured into, but it is quite powerful that the Pope can maintain a certain level of sanity after awakening.

It is precisely because of this endless torture that the Pope's feelings for his wife have gradually changed, from the beginning of the moving and hopeful, to the end into boundless, like the ocean.

It is precisely because of Renee that she has been suffering like this, otherwise she would have been freed a long time ago.

What made the Pope even more devastating was that he thought he was finally coming to the end.

But at this time, Renee brought the saliva of the undead bird, and if the saliva of the undead bird can really drive away the Pope's curse completely, it would not be bad.

Although the immortal bird recovered from its injuries, the Pope could feel that the curse had remained in his body from beginning to end.

The healing of his injuries is just a matter of getting himself out of hell again.

How can the Pope not collapse at the thought of having to do it all over again?

He asked himself, since he married Renee, he has definitely been good to Renee in the past few decades, ordinary nobles, high-ranking members of the church, three wives and four concubines, but he only has one woman, Renee, even if Renee has been unable to have children, he doesn't care, why does Renee torture himself like this?

It is in this way that the Pope has a resentful face and a hatred for Renee in his heart.

But on the other hand, the Pope's remaining sanity also knew that Renee didn't know this, she was just bent on saving herself.

"Renee, kill me, kill me, kill me......" Pushing on what little sanity remained, the Pope kept wailing, "Please, kill me, I don't want to live anymore, it hurts......

At this moment, where is the majesty of the former pope.

Renee was also sour

, knowing that her husband had been tortured too much under the curse, and seeing that her husband's face showed signs of festering again, Renee was also panicked.

Could it be that even the saliva of an immortal bird could not bring her husband out of hell?

No, Renee would never accept this kind of outcome.

It must be that the saliva of the immortal bird used by yourself is not enough.

It's okay, it's okay.

The immortal bird gave herself enough saliva before, and now there is a small half bottle, which will definitely free her husband from the curse.

At that moment, Renee immediately took out the glass bottle again and walked briskly towards the Pope: "Sir, don't worry, I still have the saliva of the immortal bird here, and the curse on your body can definitely be completely suppressed."

It's just that, seeing the appearance of the saliva of the immortal bird, the Pope seemed to have seen something filthy and filthy, and his face instantly turned extremely white and bloodless.

The intense fear made the Pope's body tremble, and his voice was unusually high-pitched: "Get out, get this thing away, don't come here......

Howling like a madman, this thing is the most terrible poison in the world for the Pope.

Renee tried to persuade the Pope, but at this moment, she suddenly saw a gust of wind suddenly swing in the secret room.

Along with the strong winds, there are dense arcs of electricity.

In the next second, Renee only felt that her palm was empty, and the glass bottle that had been clutched tightly in the palm of her hand had disappeared without a trace.

Renee felt even more numb.

If you are shocked.

It had been a few seconds before Renee broke free from the strangeness of the tingling, her almond eyes wide and her gaze full of horror.

She is a great sage, and she is already the human being at the top of this world.

How could someone silently snatch the saliva of an immortal bird from his palm, and he had no power to resist, and he was even unaware of the existence of this person?

Suddenly, Renee's scalp tingled.

But then, this indescribable sense of fear was replaced by madness.

The saliva of the immortal bird is the only way to save her husband, how can she let someone else snatch it?

"Who is it?" Renee screamed loudly.

His gaze swept across the room.

Suddenly, Renee's pupils contracted, and her pupils trembled like an earthquake.

In the corner of the room, there was already a clear figure, dressed in a blue-gray robe, described as withered, with a rickety figure, hunched over.

At a glance, it seems to be an old man who is about to die, and half of his foot has stepped into the coffin.

Long gray hair, fluttering around.

On top of the blue-gray robe, there seemed to be dense arcs of electricity entwined.

The whole body reveals the breath of death that is about to die, but only the face is white and delicate, the skin is stretched, and there is a little wrinkle, like a child.

One of the cyan pupils flashed with a hurricane, and the other eye was filled with an arc of electricity.

"Old Pope Mihor......" Renee exclaimed.

She recognized the identity of this old man at a glance, who was it not the previous generation of Pope Mihor?

Since the birth of dozens of evil babies in the Lord of Storms, the Church of Storm and War has been in turmoil.

In order to re-establish his faith, the Lord of the Storm promoted the then Pope Mihor to the rank of Dependent, and Mihor's strength increased, and in just a few years after that, he had already achieved demigod strength.

After becoming a demigod, Mihor voluntarily resigned from the Pope, reportedly to serve the Lord of the Storm.

Why is Pope Mikhor here?

And why would the old Pope Mikhor snatch the saliva of the immortal bird?

At this moment, the glass bottle was gently shaking in the old Pope's wizened fingers.

"Senior, give me back the saliva of the immortal bird." Renee screamed uncontrollably, and subconsciously rolled towards the old Pope.

Mihor's face remained unchanged, except for a glance up at Renee and a casual wave of his hand.

With a pop, an invisible wind hit, and Renee only felt a heavy blow in her chest, and her body flew upside down and hit the wall.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The clothes on his chest had been torn, and the skin on his chest was covered with scars like sharp blades.

This is the gap between the Great Sage and the Demigod.

Renee was powerless in front of the demigods, and she couldn't even see Mihor's attack clearly.

Between the torn flesh of his chest, something like a tiny tentacle was wriggling, slowly growing outside.

For a moment, the wound on Renee's chest seemed to be crawling with insects, and the picture was eerie and weird.

The powerhouses of the demigod realm already have the power of pollution and erosion.

This may be the only demigod in the entire Senluo Continent at present, except for Roger.