Be ye grateful. The Pope's voice to himself was suddenly holy and reverent, and the mockery was palpable, 'Otherwise you would be the same as the original Pope, whom you have just accused me of...... Fall into the abyss of darkness. ’

The Pope's voice was suddenly as light as the wind, as if to guide the heart to bury a hint, 'There is no fool in my kingdom, only faithful servants who are loyal to me.' ’

When the Light ends, all that has happened will be forgotten, and it will be up to Him to create something new.

Rather than let the accusations be made, it is better to devour Ao En and the others first, and wait for this group of people to be imprisoned in his kingdom of God, so that no one on the continent can stop the 'light from coming'. As the last words of the Pope's whisper vanished, light erupted from the falling darkness, and an illusory, shadowless 'angel' flew to welcome them into the kingdom of God.

Lacey's palm ignited the fire of revenge, the angel of holy light shone in his palm, and the fallen angel's eyes were dark. If it weren't for the fact that they could get to the place where the Pope's body was located more quickly, they would have wanted to destroy the angel who appeared at this moment.

The Pope changed his mind because of what happened tonight and the accusations, and he decided to fuse and complete more devouring at the same time. When Orn and the others were dead, there was no one to stop them, and there was no need to think and wait for the fusion to end in the first place.

Even now, the Pope did not see the temptation in his mind. The evil that can't take the initiative is very anxious, but the god of lies 'seals' consciousness takes the initiative to sacrifice, he can't directly guide more popes' thoughts, and can only use the beast head to bite the pope's body more crazily, but the pope doesn't care.

The pain made the Pope think he was more awake, and in the center of the 'Land of Light', the Pope only felt hungry for the beast head in his body, and caressed the top of the beast head with his mutilated palm.

Even with a more violent bite, he just whispered calmly, "Wait, soon we will have food...... It's not just you, I'm hungry for the first time in a long time. Waiting for these ignorant to return to the embrace of the Light, we still have enough time to complete the final fusion. ”

The avatar of the Holy Light stood on the Pope's back, looking down at the beast's head growing from the Pope's flank, shaking his head in disapproval.

The body is connected to everything, and biting the body itself will also feel pain. The embodiment of the Holy Light did not understand the actions of the beast's head, nor could the head surrounded by man-eating flowers, and even the 'dream' was angry.

Everything that was clearly carefully planned and prepared was about to reach the end of victory, but it ushered in an unimaginable result.

Worried about the rules, he escaped from sleep and let the pain of being divided and swallowed up again, just to cover up his own existence and compress it beyond the boundaries of the rules.

If it weren't for the fact that he could only use the identity of the Pope to accomplish the goal, the 'God of Lies' would very much like to sober up the Pope first, and then devour his consciousness, and start the ritual of the return of chaos by himself, so that he would not suffer such humiliation, or even expose the place where the body is so easily!

Stupidity!

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When the illusory 'angels' stopped flapping their wings and fell into the space-time portal, Ryan and the others arrived at a place where the entrance was in the Temple of Light, which was actually a hidden space-time border.

It's dark underground, but this space is like the ground in the daytime.

The 'angels' hovered in the air, humming and singing songs in unison. Orn and the others stood on a green and pale gold weed, surrounded by no temples of light or man-made structures, only golden plants that grew unbridled, and a clear, almost transparent river.

The river is swaying and surrounded by beautiful flowers on both sides. On both sides of the river, there are countless stout golden thorns, with sharp thorns attached to the surface, and they are freely outlined at will.

Thorns grow freely on the plains, flowers everywhere they pass, and statues of the Holy Light condensed with light elements and prayed or blessed in various postures are scattered around them. Whether in a gesture of sorrow, pity, or prayer, all the statues had the same countenance, the same as the face of the Pope they had ever seen.

The base of the statue is surrounded by clear angel feathers, and a rare number of golden flowers of Theaora. The blue sky above the statue is as pure as a river, and the white clouds that float slowly are melodious.

With their arrival, the sky spread its wings and flew many flocks of birds that resembled swans. They flapped their white and gold wings, and their cries were like songs as they flew through the sky.

The 'angels' who led the crowd flew into the sky, plucked the leaves from the thorns and held them in their palms.

Resy raised the fire of vengeance in her right hand and enveloped herself with flames, all the angels doing the same as her, encircling themselves with pure light magic or barriers, not touching or feeling the power of light in this place.

"It seems sacred, the ground is full of bones, everything is a soul."

Sekira held the harp in her arms, stretched her back and pure wings, and looked through the barrier of light to look ahead, her eyes showing an unbearable hint of disgust, "There is not the slightest resemblance between this place and the Land of Light...... Even the title is an insult to the gods. ”

"Unbearable evil."

Miao changed back into a human form from the mimicry of the Black Eagle, his whole body was surrounded by a thin layer of black flame frost, his gray eyes looked at the richest place of light in the distance, whispered coldly, and then condensed the frost in his hand into a spear and threw it with all his might.

Extreme cold and frost flew above the thorns, condensing everything.

The Angels of Light and the Fallen Angels condensed their flames, golden and black flames intertwined, intending to burn the golden plains shrouded in the 'Holy Light'.

The 'angels' had tears in their godless eyes, as if they were terrified by Lacey's attack.

The statue of Radiance on the plain turned around at the same moment, and the cold, empty eyes of 'Mercy' stared at Miao, who had made the first move, as if to accuse him of his sins.

'I politely invited, and you were so rude,'

The Pope's voice fell into the clouds, obscured by a barrier, but it fell clearly to the ears. As the last word of the words fell, the magic of the angels was melted by the light shining from the sky.

The golden weeds, frozen and melted by the frost, swayed in the wind, and the plants burned by the fire of angels grew wilderly.

When the plain was unharmed, all the statues turned again at the same time, returning to their previous form, and the glow's closed lips squirmed silently.

The strange stone statue seems to be praying for the pope, and many rays of light that seem to be substance fall from the clean sky, and the moment it falls on the 'angel' in the air, those things that resemble leaves partially transform into the form of a harp.

The 'angel' plucked the harp with his fingertips, and the cries of the birds in the sky played together, and even the music seemed to have a substance, and the thorns that spread and grew at will moved by the music.

In the center of the intertwined thorns, the light condensed into a giant golden bud, surrounded by a giant leaf similar to that of a thorn.

"We are not guests, but we have come to destroy evil. Everything here is an illusory lie, and there is no need for etiquette. ”

Padraic retorted indifferently, condensing the control magic into a pair of hands covering his ears, staring at the 'angel' who was humming music, and frowned: "It's really an ugly and piercing sound, and there is no sense of sacredness. ”

The moment Padraic said this, all the 'angels' stopped chanting at the same time, and their godless eyes were filled with sadness, and large tears rolled down their cheeks as they faced Padraic.

When Padraic accidentally made eye contact with an 'angel', he immediately felt a chill in his back, and an inexplicable sense of powerlessness in his body, and even magic was out of his control.

Andrea held up a divine angel feather in her right hand, and the light at the base of her wings condensed into an illusion of a sword. The illusory sword of light swung downward as she was conscious, cutting off a hidden 'light' where her gaze met.

The moment the thread was cut, the chill in Padrak's back was immediately relieved. He swung a holy light at himself, then took the holy water from the storage space and drank it to relieve his coldness.

Andrea controlled the angel's feather, and the light did not give the 'angel' a chance to escape, and the moment the invisible 'thread' was completely cut off, the 'angel' who looked at Padraic just now shed blood and tears. Until the gray eyeballs disappeared and the golden flames spontaneously ignited, and finally the 'angel' standing beside it half-crouched on the ground, holding up a cloud of ashes after the 'angel' had been burned.

The 'angels' were afraid of the angel feathers in Andrea's hands, they did not dare to approach or continue to grieve, and the 'angel' who bent down threw the ashes, and immediately more angels flew out of the pure light.

The stealthy snooping Pope sighed in a low voice, "It's rude and ignorant, that's not how I guide you to the light. ”

Padraic held the empty bottle in his hand and retorted calmly with a calm look in his eyes, "If I had known that your light was so evil, even if I myself became a waste, the City of Light would never have given any of the leftovers of the Temple of Light and the Central Imperial City under your control. ”

"That's right." Paorion stood beside Padraric, his blood-colored eyes staring straight into the center of the thorn surrounding, "The more secrets we get into the City of Light, the more we can clear up and know how evil your darkness is. ”

"You are the source of the chaotic continent, everything you just said to yourself is all self-deception, and your thoughts are completely your own fictitious illusions, just to cover up your hypocrisy."

Orn raised the staff in his hand slightly, condensing a flame, his eyes burning like fire, "Hypocritical and evil Pope, there is no need to use words to try to confuse our minds to delay time, we do not want to have useless communication with you. ”

Mussell held the bracelet in his sleeve in his left hand, feeling the coldness of the gem in his palm, and the phantom bubble condensed a small 'water elemental spirit' beside him.

The small 'Water Elemental Elf' resembles a mermaid, resembling a budding rose, swinging its tail with half of its scales very realistic, floating upwards like a breathing pearl, and resting quietly on Musel's shoulder.

Holding up the conch of the tide with his left hand, and placing his right hand on the smooth snail's mouth, the small swimming fish with his feet surrounded by the current, he stopped at Musel's side with an extremely respectful attitude, naturally blocking the figure of the 'water elemental elf' from the light.

Musel held the Staff of Water in his right hand, ready to assist and fight.

"The forced exchange of souls with secret arts, the theft of the bodies of the living, is something that a true angel can never do."

Andrea clenched the angel feather in her palm, looked under the hood to the center of the thorns, and changed her voice to rebuke more indifferently: "These 'angels' are all evils you have created, this place of death is made of bones, and no one will believe the lies you use to justify and deceive yourself. ”

Isidore closed his hands, "Such an awesome light deserves to be purified today." ”

"We're not your guests, don't try to confuse the truth."

Camos's resolute eyes looked directly at the swollen 'bud', and clenched the sword of the brave in his hand, "We will surely cut off your evil today, shatter your hypocrisy hidden under the light, and usher in true light and hope." ”

Camos stood firm, and the cloak behind him flew without the wind. The will to purify evil merged with the beliefs of all people, and the sword of the brave in his hand burst into brilliance as the thoughts of Camos and everyone else.

The radiant sword of the brave has a great deterrent effect on evil, and the 'angels' who greet the light all retreat, not wanting to get too close to where Camos is.

The wolf dragon had recovered the consumption of the blow just now, and slowly approached Muser with the 'Ryan' on his back.

Invisible Ryan and Andrew each held a spatial ring, their eyes fixed on the bud protected by thorns, and when the Pope revealed the dawn, everyone was ready.

It wasn't just the 'angels' who feared Camos, the Pope hated him to the extreme. He expects to be a new light, not to be blamed and reviled as he is now. The thorny thorns twitch, the protected buds in the center swell, and when the first petals burst, the giant buds that hug each other bloom.

Among the cracked stamens, a group of 'angels' with the same body structure as human beings flew out. Their skin is as white as fresh snow, their eyes are pure as clear springs, their wings are as bright as the sun, they are dressed in clothes made of flower petals, and they hold petal harps in their hands.

The 'angels' continue to sing new songs in response to the presence of their companions, and they dance around the blooming buds to welcome the arrival of their own gods.

Lacey and the angels frowned and looked in disgust, this kind of voice and ritual was not only an insult to the real angels, but also a kind of soul destruction.

Sékira plucked the strings with her fingers and sang a hymn of purification with the angels of light. However, the 'light' in the bud is evil and shameless, and the light, which is obviously the power of purification, is also plundered.

Lacey raised her sword condensed from the flames of vengeance, forming a dark barrier with black flames to surround her companions. However, even if there is still light in the hearts of fallen angels, the 'angels' that fly out of the buds are still plundering with evil magic.

Ryan's fingers tapped his staff, and he and the wolf dragon beneath 'Andrew' hissed silently, then opened their mouths at the blooming buds at the same time, spitting out frost-covered black thunder.

The 'Water Elemental Spirit', who was sitting on Musel's shoulder, raised his head slightly, and held up a phantom bubble in both hands.

The black thunder was extremely fast, and when the thorns retracted to protect the buds, two thunderbolts had already hit the surface of the buds directly. Frost froze on the surface of the golden buds, and the thunder raged to tear apart the tainted light elementals.

The golden thorns twitched like nerves.

When the thunder ruthlessly tore the buds apart, the broken petals withered in everyone's astonished and disgusted eyes, revealing part of the Pope's body that had not yet been completely reshaped by the light—

Compared to some of the remaining human features, the Pope at this moment is more like a monster that is difficult to describe in words, struggling to clothe himself with stolen skin and stumps to make himself look as human as possible.

The chanting of the 'angels' turned to screams of terror, and they landed in panic from the sky, holding the light in their hands to repair the damaged buds among the thorns.

The 'little angels' who flew out of the buds plucked the petals, and they created arrow-shaped holy light and flames, intersecting towards the wolf dragons to fight back, trying to stop them from spewing 'thunder'.

It's just that when the light of the 'little angel' is about to approach, Astor and Franchino ...... All the wind mages swung their rods at the same time, and the constricting wind condensed into a barrier of wind to block the 'light'.

'Curtis' channeled the spell, and this time the storm was more violent than before.

The light of the 'cherubs' confronted the outer walls of the storm, the rotting buds healed by the 'light', and more 'angels' flew out of the unharmed stamens.

The light, shattered by the storm, melted into the wind.

The 'angels' continued to chant with the intention of invading the caster's mind.

Unfortunately, when the light that hides the soul of the 'angel' invades the center of the storm, it is discovered that it is not the will of the caster, but the burning hellfire.

The ethereal green flame was like the most dangerous poisonous snake, raising its snake pupils to stare at the 'light' that was actively approaching, and quickly opened its dangerous mouth to tear the 'light' mercilessly.

The stormy storm condensed into a tornado, obscuring the prying eyes, and the 'angels' did not find their erosion disappearing.

It was only when the storm of 'merging' with the light and interlacing multiple colors continued to move forward with increasing speed and speed, and was about to swallow the 'angels' in it.

The 'angels', who shared the Pope's thoughts and realized that something was wrong, sang at the same frequency, but it was already a step too late. A number of demons weaved through the storm at lightning speeds, and then stretched out their black demon hands and slapped the 'angels' at most.

The giant palm carried the power of corrosion and plague, and the scarlet claws shattered nearly a hundred 'angels' in an instant.

The 'death' of their companions caused the angels to exclaim, and their ugly prayers and vows finally stopped.

When the Angels wanted to take away their companions' shattered light, the giant storm under the control of Astor suddenly shattered, and Adolel and the demon soldiers reincarnated by the soul flew out with the air current. Baroque regained his stance as the Great Demon Lord, Maias maintained the form of a black bird, and Moises with a whip all followed Adolal's side.

Not only demons, but also Sigurd flew out of the storm, as well as ethereal anesque wind elemental elves and orcs.

A black raven stands on the back of an air elemental elf.

Sigurd raised his top hat and raised his head with a gentlemanly posture facing the bud in the center of the thorns, looking down at the group of 'angels', and his gorgeous voice was like a song, "O embodiment of evil and hypocrisy, this is a place of disrespect to the gods, and I have seen countless souls forcibly imprisoned here by you. Everything you have done is unbearable for me, and I am going to give you a special gift. ”

At the moment when Sigurd's words fell, a huge meteorite fell from the sky, attached to black flames, and fell straight towards the bud among the thorns.

Not only that, when Sigurd put the black top hat back on his head, his elegant wings flew down from the back of the wind elemental elf. The black air condensed behind him, transforming into a phantom holding a scythe, and with the phantom wielding the scythe at will, death converged.