"Mentor, we can't stand it......"

The door of the temple was opened, and Bertalmann appeared in the main hall.

The light and shadow in front of him were brilliant and he couldn't help but dazzle, but after a while, he came to his senses, searched for his mentor Gudar as fast as he could, and then quickly stepped forward to report the emergency he was facing.

"Can't stand it, what's going on?" Gudar heard his disciple's report, his brows furrowed tightly, turned around, looked at Bertalman, who was a little embarrassed and covered with a lot of blood, and asked in a low voice.

"Witch...... Two witches came, plus the one who had fled, there were three in total, and there were about forty witchcraft creatures and natives, and now the perimeter of the altar had all been lost, and Deacon Belif was leading the rest of the people to retreat step by step by relying on the narrow corridor, blocking layer by layer, but the time that could be delayed was also limited. Bertalmann sorted out the shortness of breath caused by the previous strenuous exercise, and told Goodard what was happening outside the hall in the fastest way.

"Tell Beliff to keep him going for another half an hour anyway, as long as the Pope can wake up, then it's worth the cost!"

Listening to Goodard's words, Bertalmann subconsciously wanted to say something, but when he saw Gudar's pupils full of fire, his throat trembled slightly, and he swallowed the words that had reached his throat, bowed his head, replied respectfully with the word "yes", and then left quickly from the temple gate.

Watching his disciple's back disappear behind the door, Goodard withdrew his gaze and looked back at the ritual platform where the light grew brighter. There was an unconcealed obsession in his eyes, and after a moment. His eyes were clear again, and a hint of ferocity flashed.

"No one can stop me!

......

Time ticks by. The light in the ceremonial platform of the main hall seemed to be saturated, forming a huge light cocoon, and the figures inside could only be faintly visible, but the strange thing was that the light was still soft, although it was all bright golden yellow, but it was not dazzling at all.

The sound of fighting outside has also spread to the main hall, from faintly audible to now extremely clear, the sound of fighting is approaching the main hall, slow but firm.

in the main hall. Goodard was still staring at the ritual platform, his eyes not blinking, and he couldn't stop muttering, "Hurry up...... It's just a little bit...... It's going to be good right away......"

If anyone could see Goodard's hand hidden under the black robe at this time, they could see that his fingers were shaking unconsciously.

"Alright, it's time!"

The light cocoon in front of them began to expand, and countless figures appeared on the surface of the light cocoon, their faces painful, as if they were trying to break free from the light cocoon, but something seemed to pull them along. As a result, they were unable to do so, and they were constantly pulled back into the depths of the light cocoon.

But for him, who had secretly watched Pope Proptotus perform the immortality ceremony in his youth, this profound image in his mind never faded, although he never had the opportunity to see it again. But after so many years of research, he was as familiar with the immortality ritual as his own hands, and he naturally realized that the most critical moment had arrived.

Look at the immortality ritual in front of you. Goodard suddenly wandered.

Looking back, the impact of that youthful memory on him was too great. Since then, he has worked hard to study and enrich himself. Tempering himself finally brought him to the current black-clothed deacon of the Holy Spirit Sect, which can be said to be only one step away from the top position. But that wasn't enough, and in the time he spent studying, he learned a lot of secrets that no one else knew, and even allowed him to get to where he had always wanted to go.

If he can do it, he must do it himself!

Boom!!

At this moment, a figure slammed open the stone temple door and rolled on the ground into the main hall.

It's Natalia.

"Mentor, get ready to evacuate, Chief Deacon Belif is almost out of the way......"

Stabilizing herself, Natalia was the first to warn Gudar, and her scattered hair, torn sword, torn clothes, and blood stains everywhere proved that she had experienced an extremely fierce battle before.

And the moment she hit the stone door also caused her body to suffer a lot of impact, and as soon as the voice came out, it was followed by an uncontrollable spurt of blood.

It's just that when she came to her senses, she didn't get a response from her mentor.

"Mentor......" She looked up and saw the figure of Goodard slowly walking towards the ritual platform, subconsciously continuing to speak.

However, her call was only exchanged for a cold gaze from Goodard's slightly tilted head, which made her subconsciously stop after only saying two words.

With just a slight glance, Goodard withdrew his gaze and re-applied to the light cocoon on the ritual platform, his gaze frenzied, his steps non-stop, and continued to move forward.

"Mentor, what are you going to do! I'm almost ready to evacuate, I can't delay any longer!"

After being stunned for a moment, Natalia immediately realized the current situation, got up, staggered forward, and finally caught up with Goodard before he entered the light cocoon, reaching out to grab Goodard's robe.

"Mentor ......"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Natalia's face was full of disbelief, her gaze slowly moved down, and what she saw was a short sword, the cold sword body was cold, and at first glance it was a well-crafted weapon, the blood groove that was originally combined with the sword body pattern had begun to flow bright red, and the source was her own abdomen - most of the sword body had been submerged in her body.

"No one can stop me. Goodard left a cold word, and the hand holding the sword let go and withdrew.

The feeble hand slipped from within a few points of Goodard's robe, and then fell heavily to the ground with Natalia's body.

Natalia's vision began to become hazy, and her mind went blank as she watched her mentor's figure being engulfed in a light callus, and then she saw the figures led by Belif retreating into the main hall one after another......

"Natalia, what's going on?"

Retreating into the main hall, Belif commanded the few remaining cathar warriors to set up a defensive line, blocking the doorway, and then turned back to scan the inside of the hall, where he was surprised by the disappearance of Goodard and the sight of Natalia seriously injured and falling to the ground.

“...... Mentor...... Inside...... Natalia struggled to raise her hand, pointed to the light cocoon, and quickly put it down weakly.

It was only a moment later that Belif realized something and shouted, "Goodard!"

At this moment, there was a loud bang, and the cathar warriors at the door seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and they were thrown backwards one after another, revealing the entrance of the main hall that had become open.

Rumble!

A calf large enough to fit the body of a normal adult male stepped into the temple door, and then a hideous head protruded in......

......

The ritual platform in the light cocoon is like being in another dimension, and a huge torrent of energy has formed around the platform, but it has not been affected in the middle, and it is unusually quiet.

When Goodard set foot here, he first set his eyes on the body of Proptotus on the stone platform in the middle.

Looking at this Holy Spirit Pope, who once stood at the highest point of power on the continent, but now he was just a unconscious body without consciousness, Goodard's face showed a trace of weirdness.

"Mentor, thank you, I will inherit everything from you, do what you failed to do, and become a true divine ......"

Goodard prayed softly to the wax corpse, then looked away without hesitation, swept over Camerita, who was sitting quietly with her eyes closed, and finally stopped on Gehr, who also seemed to be unconscious.

At this moment, Goodard's expression was extremely focused. Because he knew that there was only one chance, and only in the last moment could he insert himself into this immortality ritual, as Proptiotus had done, and become the protagonist of this immortality ritual. In this way, he will succeed in inheriting everything Propotos, become the new Holy Spirit Pope, and truly embark on the eternal path to godhood.

Suddenly, Goodard moved.

He hurried to the stone platform, grabbed the dagger that was stuck in the chest of Proptos' wax corpse, and pulled it out.

At this moment, the wax corpse, which was originally stiff but still looked like a normal middle-aged person's body, seemed to have something pulled out of its body, and its entire body suddenly dried up.

Goodard didn't stop, and didn't even waste time to look at the body of the nominally mentor he had been a mentor for decades, and went directly to Gehr again, raised his right hand, and stabbed Gehr in the chest.

At that moment, Goodard saw another self and sat on his throne, crowned with a crown of clerical power, surrounded by flowers and glory......

But the next moment, the picture in front of him was all shattered, all he could see was a pair of purple eyes that were so deep that he couldn't see the bottom, and his hand holding the dagger was also forcibly stopped in mid-air.

"This ...... Where is this? I ......."

When he first woke up, Gehr seemed to be a little confused, but after a moment, his gaze turned to clear, and he watched Gudar's eyes burst with anger that could burn everything!

"You evil god believers again! despicable reptiles, go to hell and repent!"

Gudar, who fell from heaven to hell in an instant, felt a fear that could not be hellish, and his heart suddenly sank into an endless abyss......

......

In the main hall, Belif slowly retreated to the periphery of the light cocoon with the two remaining apologetic warriors.

In front of them, a number of strange monsters poured into the hall through the doorway, and among them were three women, two of them young and beautiful, as beautiful as the legendary elves, and the other was a woman with an ugly face of white moss and cracks, which was the witch syndicate who had been attacked by Goodard and fled in a hurry. (To be continued......)