Anger was suppressed in the heart, but the false god could no longer find the voice he had just heard.

The most suitable time has been lost, and the pseudo-god no longer hides it, forcibly suppressing the unstripped power of light, and the incarnation shrinks to three meters in an instant.

In addition to the wound on his chest that could not be healed by the holy light, the soul hidden in it could also be seen, the flesh and blood of the pseudo-god avatar devoured were instantly repaired in the divine power, and the contraction of the avatar made him faster.

The false god's right foot was slightly raised, no longer giving out useless words, and in an instant, he traveled dozens of meters in the light.

In less than the blink of an eye, the false god was already close to the Pope's body, and his raised right arm burst out with all his strength, and his eyes hit the Pope's body in the abdomen with a fierce fist.

The fist containing the power of the law tore through the holy light and space, and it had obviously hit the Pope's body, but the fist did not feel anything.

Sensing that something was wrong, the false god immediately retreated, but the light was already forming behind him.

The pseudo-god simply turned around and swung his fist, bursting with more divine power.

It's a pity that the light is too illusory, and every time the pseudo-god is about to hit the pseudo-god's body, the light will condense into a barrier in front of him to resist the power of the law contained in the pseudo-god's fist.

At the same time, the power of the daylight, controlled by the Pope's incarnation, over all the minotaurs, is also unleashing power.

The sun was too hot to penetrate the barrier maintained by Asmorus with ease, burning the will of the minotaurs, causing them to be confused by the light.

The darkness hidden in the light evokes evil thoughts, and it is impossible to maintain a stronger faith.

The false god sensed that the minotaur was imprisoned by the light, and the fist of his right arm slammed into the ground, so a roaring tornado poured out from the cracked earth, devouring the light called by the false god and helping the minotaur resist the burning of the light.

Blessed by the storm, the Minotaur continued to offer their faith.

Even if it was a storm condensed by the law, the Pope still didn't care too much, he held the Codex in his hand and turned slightly sideways, looked at Ryan who was holding a staff and was about to walk out of the barrier, and said in an indifferent low tone: "The Minotaur is not a life that came from the void, and the light has no idea of invading the void. ”

This time the light did not elicit the will of the void, and the Pope had already guessed some information. Perhaps, as long as he retains his respect for the Void, Michelle will not be able to suppress him through the Void.

Ryan's palm stretched out from his sleeve robe, revealing the evidence of the void on his finger, and his voice was indifferent and noble, "Wherever I am, it is the way between the void and the continent. ”

Pope: "Represents the void itself, something that ordinary mystical merchants can't do." ”

"That can only mean that you have met too few mysterious merchants and have no understanding of the Void."

Ryan guided the Pope in a very natural tone, letting his thoughts go in a more deviant direction, holding the staff in his hand and slowly approaching Asmoro, "Besides, before me, I had never heard of a mysterious merchant who was also blessed by the gods. ”

As Ryan approached Asmerus, the Light retreated silently.

Ryan sensed the Pope's dislike of him, but he didn't care. Even if his own strength is inferior to the Pope, Ryan will not back down at this moment, only when he behaves more casually and allows the protection of the true god to protect himself, the more suspicious the Pope will be.

Ryan could vaguely sense what the Pope was afraid of, not just the void, and he wanted to take advantage of the Pope's suspicion and hypocrisy.

The light retreats from the void, which the Pope cannot tolerate, and if he continues to entangle Michelle at this moment, his plans and actions today will be nullified.

The Pope decided to avoid Michelle for the time being, and the incarnate finger turned the pages on the Codex, so the light moved with his will, turning into a barrier of the purest light to encircle Lane.

The light was gentle, without a hint of darkness, and the feeling of being surrounded was like a wave pushing his feet layer by layer, pushing Lane's body back slowly, and the light re-invaded.

While the avatar was controlling the light, the multitasking Pope did not stop moving. He waved the scepter in his hand, and his mouth silently prophesied, the pure light moved according to the will of the Pope, and the pure soul was reorganized, incarnating into twelve winged angels of light, and twenty-four knights of light in one.

The angels condensed purely by light stretched their wings, and at the same time they had an extra golden harp in their hands, plucking the strings with their fingertips, and humming a hymn to the angel of light, twelve blessings of different attributes blessed the bodies of the twenty-four knights.

The knight's eyes were sacred, and the light transformed into armor on their bodies, and the golden spear of light condensed with the chanting of the song, held in the palm of the knight's hand, and the white wings stretched out, like fearless meteors charging towards the pseudo-god avatar.

Twenty-four Knights of Light, the number is small compared to the previous Legion of Light of nearly 10,000 knights, but their attacks are more practical.

The wings of the Pegasus body flapped, the knights were brave and fearless, the Pope bestowed his own strength through the light, and the twenty-four knights cooperated tacitly, waving the holy spear of light in their hands, marching in the praise of angels, tearing apart a hundred scars in an instant.

The wound of the pseudo-god incarnation was torn by the light spear and dripped the blood of the gods, and the flesh and blood of the gods attracted more greedy people to move, they were not satisfied just now, but at this moment the light cut them closer.

The pseudo-god repairs his body with divine power, but the repair of divine power is not as fast as the knight's attack.

The knight's attacks were swift and purposeful, each blow tearing through the barrier of the pseudo-god avatar, leaving the bare soul hedron on his chest unprotected.

The flesh and blood of the gods are extremely attractive to the greedy, especially since they have devoured the blood of the gods just now and experienced the feeling of increasing their strength, but at this moment, even the pseudo-gods can be easily suppressed, and they themselves are not the opponents of the pseudo-gods at all, so they can only endure it.

The light is still gentle, and the plucking strings are beautiful.

The angel's hymn seems to cleanse the soul, and greed and darkness are nourished in the heart into the seeds of evil, which rise wildly with emotions until they are ripe and then plucked and die.

The holy light shone above the minotaurs' heads, and the heat made them feel as if they were in scorching lava.

Adult minotaurs could not tolerate the Light, and the young and weaker Minotaurs were not strong enough to be strong-willed, and were exhausted and uncomfortable in the Light.

Asmero's soul and minotaur warlock, their power is too much suppressed by the light, Asmero is aware of the pain of his people, but he is just a shaman who can't do anything at the moment.

The Minotaur warriors, armed with great axes and glaring at the Pope's incarnation, wanted to help the false gods and punish the source of the Howling Plains, but were forcibly suppressed by Asmeros with their souls.

Asmeros clearly knew that even if the Minotaurs of their entire group were together, they could not be the opponents of the Pope's incarnation, and the difference in strength between them and the Pope was too great.

Ryan held his staff and tried to fly out of the light, but the gentle light still stuck around him, lest he get too close to the minotaur and cause the breath of the void to affect the light.

Ryan raised his staff slightly in his hand and asked coldly to the Pope, "Are you trying to stop the will of the Void?" ”

The luster of the starry sky condensed with the words on the tip of Lane's staff.

"I was in awe of the void, and I never thought of hindering it."

With the experience just now, the Pope responded quickly this time, there was no danger in the light, and the void could not easily judge the Pope's disrespect.

The Void cannot interfere too much with the fate of the continent, this is the law of the divided world.

When the Pope's words fell, the oppression of the void disappeared, and the Pope could sense that the void was still watching him.

"Michelle."

The Pope's avatar approached the minotaur with the Codex in hand, his divine eyes fixed on the staff in Ryan's hand, surrounded by the light of the stars.

The fingers stained by the light shine brightly, the incarnation of the Pope turns the pages of the book, and the mountains of gold coins continue to grow.

The luster of the gold coin shone even brighter in the sunlight, and the pope's incarnation looked away from the staff to look at Ryan's hooded face, his voice indifferent and sacred, "Wealth will become richer with time, and believers always want to pray for the future with donations."

The light has the most devout believers, the temple is full of mountains of wealth, and the gold coins are just a pile of useless things to me, and the riches are under my control.

Michelle, all you have to do is do nothing, and when it's over, all the gold will be yours. ”

Trade with the Mystery Merchant and pay more gold for the Pope won't care. As long as Michelle does not come to hinder his plans, even if all the wealth of the temple is given to Michel today, the Pope will not feel any distress.

As long as the pope wants to, the lost wealth will easily become even more.

Asmoro held the totem in his hand and fell silent as he watched the mountain of gold coins pile up.

Not only are the Minotaurs inferior to the Pope, but they even have such a big gap in wealth.

Ryan wanted to refuse directly, but the luster of the gold coin was too dazzling, so he didn't respond directly, and asked curiously in his mind, "Tong, how many gold coins do you say this gold mountain is?" ”

"Not much, just a few hundred thousand." system, "Even if you agree to his request, the final sum of the gold coins will not reach one-tenth of the temple's wealth according to the amount of gold coins that grows." ”

"Got it." Ryan, "He's so rich, he won't give me a tenth." ”

The corners of Ryan's mouth twitched slightly under his hood, "Since he didn't trade honestly and looked down on me first, I don't want this money." ”

The Pope's Money ...... He's not uncommon!

The tone of the system is sincere: "Dear host, what you said is really reasonable, you can enjoy 95% off all your purchases in the store today." ”

Ryan: "Wonderful. ”

There was no response from Ryan, the Pope's body controlled the knights to attack the pseudo-gods, and the avatar continued to control the increase in the number of gold coins.

The Pope's ontology looked at the chest of the false god avatar, as long as it was giving him a moment's time.

Ryan communicates with Baroque in secret, and easily leaves the barrier of light with a slight lifting of his staff.

The Pope looked at Lane, and Kenyon finished praying.

Chapter 403

The shrunken puppet is perfectly hidden in the Ryan cloak, and under the cover of the mysterious merchant's cloak and props, the Pope did not find the puppet incarnation in the Ryan cloak, nor did he find the Baroque body that acted in the cracked underground and hid the body.

The ripples of space nudged away the light like water waves, and Ryan used his magic to leave the barrier of light, and the distance was no longer a stable triangle, closer to where Asmoro was.

"It is said that the mysterious merchant only loves gold coins and can make friendly transactions with everyone, but it doesn't seem entirely credible."

The Pope's incarnate finger landed on the Codex, and the mountain of gold coins dissipated into brilliance.

The Holy Light destroyed the storm caused by the power of the law, the Pope's avatar looked up at Ryan who was walking slowly in the air, his voice was no longer perfectly gentle, a little helpless and distressed, "The light does not have any thoughts of invading the void, I don't want to be an enemy with you. ”

At least he really didn't want to be an enemy of the Void right now.

The Pope can not care about the gods, and the void can not be afraid of divine power.

"Fate has never made it possible for me to be nice to you, I prefer to trade with friends."

Ryan held the staff in his hand, looked indifferently at the Pope's avatar under the hood, and used his spiritual power to take out the Moon Stone, the Moon Branch, and the Night Flower.

Just because there is no idea of invasion now does not mean that there will be no in the future.

Ryan is unclear about the Pope's true purpose, but the light that has been eroded by darkness and power...... Coupled with the fact that the Pope is too hypocritical, and he agrees with his own hypocrisy, Ryan did not think to trust any of the Pope's words.

The spiritual power of the hand crushed the moon stone, and then a dark night appeared in the blazing light, ushering in a breeze and coolness.

Ryan placed the broken moon stone on the ground and stuck a branch of the moon tree in the middle.

The power of the moonlight nourishes the icy silver branches, and the phantom of the Moon Tree with the same color as the moon grows to tens of meters in an instant, like the real branches and leaves swaying shallow and cold ice.

The power of the night and the moonlight was cold and cold, shining on the minotaur without the pain of any holy light.

The apparition of the Moon Tree continued to release a bright moonlight, and a crescent moon silently appeared in the night.

The moonlight banished the daylight, and Ryan's hand holding the staff was lowered, and the power of the starry sky around the tip of the staff bloomed with the flowers of the night. The pure moonlight purifies the darkness hidden in the light, the night flowers stretch their petals on the moon branches, and the dark purple pollen transforms into the night butterflies when they fall, nourishing the spirits of Asmeros and the Minotaurs.

Purified by the light of the moon, Asmeros and the Minotaur were instantly relieved by the light.

Asmoro pressed down the totem in his hand, and when the minotaur was about to continue praying, the disguised helplessness in the pope's eyes disappeared, and he turned the pages indifferently, "The holy light is the origin, and the night and the moon cannot suppress the darkness. ”

The Light has just suppressed the faith, so that the Minotaurs can no longer provide power to the false gods.

The Knight of Light, blessed by the Angel of Light, is about to defeat the barrier of the false gods to take the soul, and the Pope does not allow others to interfere with his plans, even the mysterious merchant from the Void.

The sun in the sky is hotter with magic and prophecy, forcing back and suppressing the dark night where the branches of the moon are condensed.

Ryan is not a real moonlight elf, he can't use the magic of moonlight to sanction the Pope's burst of power, and what he took out at this moment is not the most precious treasure of the real elf race.

The holy sun forced back the night and the moon, and the melody of angelic blessings on the other side became more passionate in the brilliant holy light.

The Pope's body raised his scepter, and the twenty-four knights followed his lead, and the attack broke out with more violent.

The fists of the false god contain the power of the law of destruction, but the light is too hazy and illusory. The Pope's control of the light surpasses that of the false gods, and the faith of the false gods is weakened by the backlash at the moment.