Chapter 632

by Isidore, Andrea...... Padraic and the others led the prayers, vows, and requests, not only Orn and others, who were merging magic to converge and suppress the Pope, but also all the races of the continent who watched this place through the Flower of Time, as well as the magical beasts that had intelligence that was not inferior or superior to humans.

When almost all living beings make the same vows as Isidore and are willing to sacrifice their faith to the gods for peace. As the descendants of the gods on the stargazing tower reached out and plucked a star, the gods of the light system answered first...... Most of the gods agreed to continue the peace and let the world drain the power of its Source.

Time and space crack through the cracks, and the heavenly fire that descends on the continent shatters the realm of lies, bringing back the truth that has been hidden by chaos......

The origin of the world, which had been deceived for a long time, was no longer silent, and when it descended on the continent and Isidore where they gathered their faith, the origin of the world immediately punished the god of lies devoured in the belly of the pope in accordance with the punishment of violating the rules.

The protected Pope's body twitched in the dark mist, in pain but unable to make a sound.

The power in the Pope's body was stripped of a large amount by the origin of the world in an instant, draining everything that belonged to the god of lies. Even if the Pope, who had lost his mind, instinctively devoured all the sacrifices in this space in a frenzy when he sensed the passage of power, trying to keep his current body from crumbling due to the loss, all he did to make up for it was to no avail.

Blood Witch, the Spinner created by Aphre...... And the plagues hidden beneath the Castle of Blood, devoured by the Pope without much resistance, and the bodies of the God of Lies used to merge with the Pope.

With the acquiescence of the gods, the world channeled the power of the Origin to easily reclaim the godhead of lies, and almost all the divine powers that transcended the gods of lies...... However, the world did not separate the God of Lies from the Pope, allowing them to continue to maintain the posture of integration, and suppressing the power of the God of Lies under the gods, so that the God of Lies reached a state of being sealed.

As all the races of the continent prayed sincerely, the gods responded to their requests, and the converging faith suppressed the Chaos Fragments.

Too much power is drained to make it difficult to continue, but because of the insistence on obsessive ambitions, the Pope's essence devours everything with a desperate domineering.

It's not enough to prepare in advance, the mouth in the fog bites at the magic tide that melts, and all the popes who can become his power will not let go...... Including the lie that could not give him strength and was still parasitic in his body.

The Flower of Bones that spread from the river of lava to the surrounding area burst, and in the moment of silence of the fierce lava, the Flower of Bones was burned into mud due to the heavenly fire, and the virtual altar was completely lost, shattering into ashes with the storm of fire and the tide of magic.

"Peace be forever."

When the origin of the world came, all life could perceive it, and when the lie was suppressed, Isidore could still feel the faith of the fusion, so he took Padraic's command, held up the feather of light in his palm, whispered softly, and guided his own light, making the divine river as brilliant as the sky more and more brilliant.

Isidore looked up at the mist, channeling the light while praying sincerely.

Born in the darkness of the Pope to Isidore, he is already a self-conscious non-god, and he is also a living being.

The origin of the world can't sanction the non-god pope too much, not to mention Ryan and Andrew...... Isidore: They're all there.

All beings are praying at this time, and they will work for peace.

Fate is fair, everything is possible in the future, and the world also needs to follow the rules.

Now that the rule that the gods do not come to the continent has not ended, even if the god of lies is suppressed, the Pope still has the possibility of devouring everything and becoming the main god. As for the lie that has lost his godhead, because his obsession and the fragments of chaos have not been completely purified, he also has the possibility of devouring the Pope and becoming a god.

But at this moment, not only Ryan, but also some dark gods who still hope for chaos, most gods and almost all races in the continent will not let go of this future possibility.

"The gods have answered our request, and the god of lies has been punished by the origin of the world. The time for peace is coming, and it is now up to us to fulfill the commitments we have just made. ”

With Isidore's words, the river of light, which had been handed over to him under his control, became more and more brilliant as it fused the beliefs of the people.

Padrak, Oun...... Angels, feathers, demons, etc., all humans and aliens are unleashing their magic in large quantities at this moment. The converging light surpassed the speed of the Pope's devouring, and penetrated the beast's mouth in the mist with the momentum of engulfment, suppressing the Pope's hidden body and unable to act, so it could only be passively defended.

Even so, the eyes pierced by the light in the fog were still raging and greedy, and the Pope's body was still trying to devour the power of light, and the sharp thorn arm reached out to the beast's head, which had stopped injecting toxins at the moment, and was eating the belly and ribs with its teeth open.

Now that his own strength is gone, the Pope will no longer tolerate being useless to him, and will still want to eat his own waste.

Unfortunately, the fusion between the Pope and the lies is nearing completion, and the World Origin has been stripped and punished without dividing them.

Now the Pope has lost his wisdom, and at the moment the strength is slightly inferior to the Pope's God of Lies.

The god of lies, though angry in his heart, had never imagined that there could be someone in such a situation, calling on the Source by prayer and will alone, and even the gods who were already at odds with each other could reach the same idea at this moment.

Only with Isidor -

Even the god of lies wondered in his heart whether the light of a thousand years ago had really predicted the future, and it was not only Isidor who was preparing it...... Or maybe it's all a trap just to let his guard down.

Lies cannot perceive the emotions and thoughts of all gods, especially after the loss of Godhead...... Even if the Godhead of Lies is useless to him, just an identity that can be discarded at any time through stealing, but because the Realm of Lies was shattered too suddenly, the origin of the world seemed to be waiting for this moment to come directly, and the God of Lies had no time to make more preparations, and everything that had been hidden before was almost useless at this moment.

The lie was still thinking, and he could feel the origin of the world's fusion of almost all the gods, including those who also benefited from the war a thousand years ago.

'Surely they will become rulers and fight for their faith...... A bunch of cunning and hypocritical guys. ’

The lie angrily denounced, and all the dark gods, though still watching, blocked out his voice at the same time.

The God of Lies knew in his heart that all the gods had decided that he would fail, but unfortunately he could not reverse it. Lies can only seize the last time to accomplish everything, after all, he is no longer a god.

The lie also knew in his heart that when he waited for the rule to end, if he had not surpassed the power of the gods and had not been purified, the first thing those dark gods would do must have been to fight to devour themselves. He must become the ruler before the end of the rules, but fortunately he retains wisdom compared to the Pope.

Sensing that the Pope was trying to devour him, the lie no longer remained in disguise, as the Pope's misshapen palm was about to grab the beast's head, until the man-eating flower that drilled out of the other side of his waist bloomed. The sleeping faces in the stamens opened their eyes, and those golden cores suddenly transformed into human hands, gently embracing the outstretched arm of the Pope's body.

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"May the light be blessed, and the dawn is at hand—"

The river of light where the magic tides converge suppresses the darkness, and the beast's mouth in the mist is torn apart by the elements. Padraic no longer maintained his demeanor, gritting his teeth and unleashing the light with all his might with the light mages.

The invisible Andrew and Adorel stood on either side of the mist, and Camos and Charles approached the center of darkness.

Ryan reached into his sleeve, his eyes staring at the center of the darkness as well, his fingers caressing the Celestial Bird that had been silently inspiring just now.

When the angel feather in Isidore's palm floated, the pure and rich power of light finally pierced the fog completely.

Isidore guided the light forward at the same time, his eyes turning from gold to pitch black, and the moment the mist pierced, a black scythe of judgment appeared in his left hand.

Isidore held the Scythe of Judgment in his left hand and the Staff of Radiance in his right hand, with Miao and Sékira following behind him. As Isidore swung his scythe and staff at the same time, the scythe-cutting arc split the tides into the river of light that pierced through the mist, completely splitting three sturdy elemental chains of light and darkness.

Camos, Charles, and Adolel raised their right hands at the same time, and the tips of the chains condensed by the light elemental wrapped around the weapons in their hands.

The three of them retreated in different directions at the same time with their weapons in hand, and the fog and darkness of the Chain of Glory sealed shattered with the retreat, revealing the ugly body of the Pope that was no longer hidden in the explosion of the magical storm.

The Pope's essence is uglier than all his incarnations, even beyond the evil that everyone had seen before.

Unobscured by the mist, the Pope's body fell from the sky and crashed into the shriveled and rotten skeletal sludge, the lava even hotter with splatters of blood. The Pope, who is more than thirty meters tall, no longer has a complete human body, his head is more than one meter in diameter, and his hair is full of dark green black snakes with thumb-thick and freely retractable lengths, and his eyes are resentful.

In the middle of the crown of the pope's body is a huge crown, smaller than the head circumference, similar to the flesh of a cockscomb, and the rough and hard surface is crowded with tiny sarcomas one after another, which seem to contain a black mass of dirty blood.

The snake's hair does not touch the sarcoma on the surface of the crown, and the place where the hair is connected to the crown is like a bald white scalp, the snake's eyes that stand up in the hair contain the curse of death, and the slightly open mouth is spitting out forked snake letters at everyone, in addition to the putrid liquid contained in the mouth, there are also four sharp curved teeth.

The skin under the Pope's hair was a stiff cyan, as if he had been dead for a long time. He had many wrinkles and scars on his forehead, his cheeks were fat and his skin was very loose, the drooping skin on the left and right sides of his face was sagging layer after layer, and his closed lips were very thin and pink and purple in color.

Like the fat on the sides of his face, the Pope's short neck was more like a horizontal circle, and his upper body was devoid of any clothing, with a few poisonous colorful, dragon-like lizard scales attached.

Compared with the bloated and ugly under the waist, the upper body of the pope actually does not seem to be too fat, it is an indescribable weirdness.

There are several deformities under the flesh that connects the shoulders on both sides of the neck, and the pope has four arms of different shapes and thicknesses, the right side is covered with white feathers, and there is a small wing at the joint, which is covered with long stiff feathers, and the hand is a sharp claw.

The other arm, which also grew on the right side, was much thinner, covered with layers of fine scales, as soft as the body of a snake, and the palm of the hand was also sharp claws.

On the left side of the Pope's body are the arms of humans and dragons, but the arms of humans have been bent into the shape of broken bones, and compared to the arms of dragons, they are too thin and weak, and there is no equipment to cover them. Even a layer of fine bumps rose up due to the cold wind, and a scar was split in the middle of the palm, slightly revealing the sword bone like a blade.

The Pope's chest under the shoulders was thin and not full, and the neck was a strange circle of flesh, but the collarbone was unusually thin, as if a few pieces of flesh were missing. On the left side of the chest, it is even slightly sunken, as if only a layer of skin protects the bone, and traces of the 'heart' can be seen, and only here the skin is the normal color of humans.

The stomach down to the chest of the main body is more like a combination of the upper body and the lower half of the body and the inverted inheritance, and the lower half of the body is less like a human than the upper half.

His legs below the waist were replaced by a massive spider's belly, which became a thick dragon tail near the tip of the tail, like a huge oval tumor, and like a tadpole that had not fully disgenerated.

The body surface of the spider's belly does not have the stiff hairs of the spider, except for the scales that are tightly inlaid and three pairs of smaller dragon-shaped wings where they connect to the waist.

There are many tentacles in the shape of long whiskers on the left and right sides of the spider's abdomen, which can support the movement of the Pope's incarnation, but due to physical injuries, they have not yet been completely transformed. The tentacles could clearly see that they were full of eye-covered sarcomas, which were stuck together with blood, spitting out golden threads to mend their defects.

On the Pope's back, there were six huge pure white wings, thick wings that could envelop him, and they were now curled up tightly together.

The abdomen of the Pope's body is very flat, but the back of the waist, which is not completely covered by the wings, is very swollen, as if all the flesh of the abdomen is piled up in the back of the waist, and something is squirming inside. There were three torn wounds on the sides and in the middle of his belly, and the filthy mucus was oozing out, turning into magical patterns.

The left side of the wound is a cyan peduncle that emerges from the inside out, like a cyan flower growing together with the intestines, and the tip is a fully blooming man-eating flower, each petal resembling a fang. Each core has light conjured into hands, hugging and entwining the Pope's human arm upwards.

As the mist was torn apart, the man-eating flower shook its leaf stalks and looked towards the ground, the human face hidden in the stamens was cold-eyed, pale-skinned, without the back of the head and more organs, and it felt strange to all races except Orlan.

'The face of the man in that flower is Plemochuli, the god of lies, and this is the identity he stole from...... Although the origin of the world has withdrawn from the godhead of lies, his own abilities are still superior to ours, and he still possesses Chaos Fragments and obsessions. ’

Isidore holds the scythe and staff in his hand, and uses a communication prop to convey the sound to his companions.

Ryan holds the staff and stands with Andrew, while Ryan's body communicates with the system and adds more secrets and weaknesses to the lie.

On the right side of the Pope's abdomen, the wound was torn even larger, until the unhealed scar grew a neck with broken flesh and mutilated hair, and the white bones could be seen.

At the front end of the neck is a beast head with lion ears and black fur that resembles a wolf's head.

The cannibal flower core stretched out his hand and restrained the Pope's hand, which still belonged to human, in a hugging position, and when the Pope's arm could not move, the other beast head opened its fangs and bit the Pope's abdomen, devouring all the useful things in his body, such as flesh and magic.

Not only did he fulfill his ambition to devour God, but the Pope also set up protection for his own body before giving up his reason.

With the bite of the beast's fangs, the sacrifice devoured by the Pope will be restored in flesh. It's just that the lie is extremely clear about the Pope's body, and the repair can't compare to the speed of the beast's head devouring, and because of the fragrance released from the cannibal flower stamen at this moment, the Pope who has lost his wisdom forgets the pain.

Due to the destruction of the fog and the gentle push of the tentacles of light, the gesture of embracing the incarnation of the Holy Light from behind simulates the Pope's cloudy eyes to see Isidore, and then to Andrea, Cecira, and Padraic......

The Pope's cloudy eyes were clearly reflected, and his greedy, focused gaze slowly looked at all the Angels of Light and Light Mages in turn.

Pure light, this is the power that the Pope most desperately desires and desires. Even if he could truly become the master of the world, the Pope would only want to be in the light of the day.

Although the lie has lost his godhead, he is still proficient in the mind and deception.

As he watched, the Pope's cloudy eyes became more and more filthy, and he had lost his wisdom and was no longer ashamed of his ugliness. What's more, everything can change after becoming a god, and the appearance is just a thought to God.

The golden tentacles in the cannibal stamen patted the Pope's cheek, like a manic demonic beast, and the Pope also followed the guidance of the lie, he raised the arm on the right side of the front, and gathered magic power in the palm of the bird's claw bulging flesh ball, but in a few seconds formed a huge light gray magic array.

With the irregular words in the magic array, countless solid stone fragments erupted, each diamond-shaped gravel the size of a basketball, and swept towards the eyes of the Pope's body in all directions.

Without any words or chanting, the use of magic has become an instinct of the Pope's body, unleashed by the Pope's thoughts, and is extremely skillful.

"May the Light stop all evil."

Sékira chanted in a low voice, and all the Angels of Light prayed at the same time. They fused the power of light to create a barrier of pure light to keep out the razor-sharp rain of rubble.

Sharp-edged gravel contains corrosive power, melting the light released by the angels as it hits the barrier.

"May the fire of light purify the boundless darkness!"

The Angel of War wields the golden sword in his hand and directs the Falling Flame to assist his companions in shattering the screping blades tainted with evil.

"Great God of Magic, please answer the prayers of the faithful at this time—"

Orn, Musser, Yuri Moru and Yaster, they simultaneously guide the magicians of the four systems of fire, water, earth, wind, sea tribe, and wind elves to chant and cast spells, and gather large magical forbidden spells of different elements from all directions.

Scorching flames, warm flowing water, light storms and heavy earth, multiple magic arrays brilliant dark skies.

The ground shook with the converging magic, and the sky collapsed and the wind shook.

However, before the forbidden spell was about to take shape, the Pope seemed to sense the danger of magic fluctuations, or the magic of greed.

The upper body of the Pope's body leaned forward slightly, and the horizontal flesh on his face was shaky. He made a sound similar to coughing phlegm in his mouth, but with longing, hissing, and screaming, and at the same time, in the massive abdomen of his body, the quadrangular scales of the corresponding elements cracked, squeezing four heads out of the cracks in the crust.

The four heads that came out of the spider's belly had no neck, and a small half of the back of the head grew in the spider's abdomen, which had the faces of humans, humans, werewolves, and foxes, but the skin was stained with a lot of black blood, and it was impossible to fully see the deformed appearance.

Andrea clenched her staff in her fingers, her golden eyes staring at the Pope's belly and whispering, "Those are the incarnations of the Pope...... There must be something hidden in his body. ”