Darkness spreads in the light, building desires, waiting for the seed to return to the nest.

The glorious condensed with the words of the Pope's judgment, and transformed into a number of golden holy swords in the angelic song.

The Pope's finger reached for the soul spar in the stamen, and the Knight of Light flapped his white wings, grasped the holy sword dyed with the light of the sun, adjusted the queue in the passionate music and hymns, pointed the tip of the holy sword at the pseudo-god incarnation, and waited for the moment when the Pope took off the soul crystal, and bestowed the pseudo-divine light judgment.

Most of the minotaurs are still praying, but their beliefs cannot be conveyed to the false gods.

Feel the emotions of most of the minotaurs at the moment, and the false gods no longer resisting, including Michelle's 'indifference' as she stood quietly aside.

The mood in the Pope's heart is very changeable, and more is happy.

As long as the False God's Soul Crystal is obtained by him......

The Pope didn't bother any more, his eyes looking at the chest of the false god incarnate.

The golden vines converged and sharpened their thorns, severing the traction of the pseudo-god's soul and body, and squeezing the soul-shaped spar out of the pseudo-god's body.

The Flower of Light bows meekly toward the Pope, and its petals shine brighter and brighter in the holy light.

At the moment when the Pope's fingertips were attached to the holy light and were about to touch the soul spar in the middle of the stamen, the pseudo-god's eyes glared at the Pope's face indifferently, the staff in Ryan's hand pressed down slightly, and Asmoro ignored the bound holy light on his body and raised the totem in his hand.

The fingers of the Pope's avatar flipped the Codex, and the Holy Light condensed into a tangible barrier, vigilant against all movements of Ryan and Asmoros.

The Pope's body quickened his hand, and just as he was about to remove his soul from his fingertips, the pitch-black demonic claws stretched out from the unhealed earth, frantically pulling the light into the abyss.

The Pope controls the light, the Holy Flower gathers its petals, but there are more demonic insects flying out of the ground.

Chapter 404

Demonic claws bound the Pope's body, dragging him into the abyss as he descended into the abyss as he descended from the incomplete closure of the earth.

The space previously blocked by the pseudo-god with the godhead is still locked, and the light control cannot allow the Pope to achieve pseudo-teleportation, and his body is pulled into the ground by the demon's dark purple claws, and he is bound by the props lent to Baroque by Ryan and cannot resist.

"I see the light driving out the darkness, and the devil cannot fight back—"

When the Pope incarnates the canon, the moment when he wants to pray for light with prophecy. Ryan held his staff and teleported silently, blocking the way in front of the Pope's incarnation.

Standing in the midst of the light, using the light to communicate the will of the void, the expression under the hood was indifferent, and deliberately imitated the tone of the pope and said: "I see that the light of hypocrisy is suppressed, and those who do not worship the gods will be judged by true divine punishment." ”

Ryan didn't know how to prophesy, but he pretended to be very real, and the night came again with the stars and the moon, dissolving the bright light of the day.

The power of the void suppresses the light.

The golden silk threads bound to the minotaur could not absorb the life of the minotaur at this moment because of the moonlight.

"—The light lives on!"

The Pope's incarnation ignores Ryan and the moonlight's explosion of the self, and the clothes and hair melt in the moonlight. His fingertips quickly flipped the pages of the book, temporarily changing the prophecy so that the body would be stopped by the fall of the demon's claws, and would not be swallowed by the earth and the abyss.

The illusory angel plucked the harp and sang sacred hymns.

The Light enveloped the Pope's body, preventing him from being pulled deeper underground by demonic claws.

The Knight of Light rushes into the ground with his sword in hand, intent on slaying the demon that binds the Pope.

The hostile light and demonic power pulled in reverse at the same time, and the Pope's body was stuck in the crack of the earth.

The darkness of the earth was hazy, brightened by the fall of the Pope, and he saw countless demonic worms flying out of the ground and rushing towards the holy light.

"It's the last demon ......"

Seeing the familiar demon worm, the Pope's body whispered softly, and the eyes of the backward body were slightly raised. His right hand holding the scepter pointed at the false god, and the angel of light plucked the strings with his fingertips as he plucked, while playing the harp with a very sad sound.

In the midst of mournful piano sounds and arias, on the chest of the avatar of a false god bound by light, the golden flower of holy light quickly closes its petals in the will of the Pope.

When the petals are closed, they become the strongest barrier, and the Pope can also obtain the soul of the false god.

The eyes of the pseudo-god avatar looked into the ground, and the flying demon insects condensed into the form of the demon avatar.

Baroque knew how strong the barrier of the Flower of Light was, and there was no time to waste.

Accompanied by the sound of the wings of the demon insects humming at the same frequency, the sharp and passionate guitar music was like the actual wail of the dead, and in the scarlet manic rhythm fluctuations, the demonic claws that rushed out of the ground waved one after another, so the angel fell into the lamentation, and the knight was cut off his wings, and the holy sword in his hand was corroded by the power of the devil.

"The light of hypocrisy, so filthy, that even the devil disdains such a lie."

Baroque spreads out in indifferent words, blocking the scorching light of the sky.

The demon lord in a dark red robe had black hair flying, holding a guitar of the same color as the moonlight, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and his expression was arrogant.

Baroque flapped its black wings and flew out of the earth in the lamentation, and under the gaze of the Pope himself, the demon worm turned into a demon and continued to pluck the strings, maintaining a harsh high-frequency chaotic noise.

When the Pope's body was dragged underground, to the time when he saw the Demon Lord stopped in front of him, it was only a few seconds.

The false god endured the pain of his lips bound by the thorns of light, ignored the Baroque who stopped in front of him, forcibly raised the corners of his lips, looked sideways at the Pope underground, and let out a silent taunt at him.

"The hypocritical pope is the one who is truly disrespectful, he deceives the thunder of divine punishment, and deserves to be truly judged and punished again-"

The Baroque speaks the lingua franca of the continent in a gorgeous voice, and the wind conveys the Baroque voice into the distance, just as the Pope has just done.

While exposing the Pope's crimes, Baroque's right claws ignited a dark green hellfire, reaching out to the chest of the false god avatar, scorching the golden flower of light.

The petals of the Light withered with the Hellfire.

Baroque stretched his fingertips forward, deliberately looked sideways at the cold-eyed Pope, raised the corners of his mouth wickedly, and in front of him, his fingertips plucked the soul hedron that was bound in the stamen.

The moment the soul spar was stripped away, the head of the avatar of the pseudo-god hung down, and the halo in his eyes dimmed.

The soul that descended on the continent was separated from the body, and the false god could no longer control the incarnation.

The will of the false god returned to the original body, and it didn't make him happy for longer, and he met the true god head-on.

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Failure to be one step ahead of the end of the imminent success is something that the Pope has envisioned and thought in his heart that it is impossible......

The Pope had considered that the black dragon was hiding here, so the light never stopped searching, but it turned out to be a demon that he had not put in his eyes.

Or a demon lord who isn't even a demigod.

The Demon Lord was able to hide in the chaotic underground, concealing his perception of light, and even in the space sealed by the false god, a power that could forcibly restrain the light burst out in a short instant.

If it weren't for the fact that Baroque plucked the soul of a false god at this moment......

But what angered the Pope the most was Michelle, who used the void to suppress the light at the moment when the incarnation was ready to move.

Michelle ...... It's you again. ”

The pope's incarnation closed his eyes, and his complex emotions made him a little out of control and unable to maintain hypocrisy. He whispered the pseudonym of Ryan's mysterious merchant, intending to curse with prophecy, but the void ......

Finally, the avatar closed his eyes and embraced the Codex and disappeared, appearing in the place where the Pope himself was.

Baroque moved too quickly, and before the aliens and humans around him could help the Pope, he had already picked the spoils of the Pope's premeditation.

Others began to ponder the truth of the Baroque discourse, and secretly peered sideways at where Ryan was.

The soul of the false god was obtained by the demon, and the demon lord also seems to have met a mysterious merchant, perhaps there was a deal between them.

Greed forms lust in the heart, but the price makes people calm.

Mysterious merchants that even the Pope does not want to offend, they are even less worthy.

Baroque didn't care what anyone else thought, and he was happy at the moment when the icy hellfire spread along the thorns of light, scorching the Holy Light with impunity.

After getting the soul, Baroque was not greedy, he didn't want the flesh and blood of the false gods, and controlled the hellfire to continue to scorch the light, just because he felt that the Pope's behavior of pretending to be merciful and secretly sucking blood was ugly.

Baroque put the soul spar into a special container, his smooth black hair flew in the wind, the expression on his face was arrogant and proud, and finally he was reserved and dignified, and his heart vigilantly flapped the demon's wings, maintaining the dark realm to fly to Lane, and continue to spread the Pope's evil deeds through the wind.

Baroque does not have the light in his body, and he is freer than a false god and can reveal more secrets uncontrollably.

"The one who followed Mistress Michelle...... Isn't it an elf? ”

Jamie, who had only one eye left, covered his lips with his hand and exclaimed with a little hesitation.

The minotaur warlocks thought that the Pope would get the soul of a false god, but in the end, it turned out to be a demon.

Asmolo had already sensed the true identity of Baroque, and was not as surprised and flustered as his people at the moment. He raised the totem in his hand to look in the direction of Ryan at the moment, and used his soul power to communicate with his clansmen, "Mr. Michelle is our eternal friend, and the demon he is willing to befriend must be kinder than the hypocritical light." ”

Hearing this, the minotaurs suddenly fell silent.

In their hearts at this time, there is no one more evil than the presence of the Pope.

Asmoro's words, though spoken primarily to the minotaurs, did not hide it.

Surrounded by those who are proficient in soul magic, they can also hear Asmorus's words.

It's just that both the false gods and the demons claim that the Pope is guilty, but the Pope does not admit it.

Even if the souls of false gods have been obtained by demons, some people have not left for the reason, they are waiting for more information that can determine the truth.

Baroque put away the black demon wings and landed in the air, and the first thing he stopped at Ryan's side was to return the special container containing the soul of the false god, as well as the space ring that Ryan had given him earlier.

The space ring contains props to increase the power of demons, and after returning it, the arrogance of the Baroque has subsided a little.

The demonic phantom incarnated by the demon worm collapsed, and could no longer easily suppress the holy light, and was recalled by the Baroque to most of them, and a few of them chased the lich and the black mage along the cracks in the ground.

Ryan catches the space ring and the container containing the soul, and the ring and the items in it are recovered, and the container is placed into the Void Proof.

The power gap between the Baroque and the Pope was too great for him to successfully suppress the Pope, and in this short period of time, Ryan had already spent six thousand gold coins.

The lucky pseudo-god took the initiative to block the space, otherwise the gold coins consumed would need more. The process of getting the soul spar was also smooth, and it also made Baroque experience the feeling of becoming stronger for a short time.

Even if there were a few minor surprises, most of the situation went according to the expected plan, and Ryan felt perfect.

Seeing the space ring full of props disappear, Baroque sighed silently with regret, he didn't expect Ryan to have so many powerful props.

Even if he couldn't defeat the Pope, he was able to suppress it just now, and Baroque's previous grievances in the battlefield of the gods were slightly relieved.

He had to become stronger next so that he could respond to the Pope's contempt.

Baroque casually folds his arms and looks haughty.

The noble Demon Lord has plenty of time to devote to revenge.

When Baroque returned the item to Lane, the demonic power that lost the amplification could not suppress the Pope.

Without the erosion of light, the stars, moon, and night disappear.

The incarnation of the Pope turned over the Codex, and light spread underground.

The Holy Light purified the turbulence of the earth, and the Pope's body and incarnation returned to their solemn posture, dressed in golden papal robes, holding scepters and codex, and clothed in holy light, leaving the earth and bathing in the sun and light once more.

As the will of the false god disappears, the confinement of space is lifted.