Pope St. Paul, who was originally motionless and like a dead man, stretched out a hand and grabbed Count Vlad's wrist!

The sudden change shocked everyone, and everyone unconsciously took a step back. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Ang turned his head and looked at St. Gregory, only to see that his face was just as shocked, and his mouth was wide open and speechless.

He once again mobilized the power of heaven and earth to probe into Pope Paul's body, but he still did not detect any breath of life, in his perception, Pope St. Paul was completely no different from a corpse, but because he was a title-level supreme martial saint, his physical strength was very high, and it was not an exaggeration to say that King Kong was not bad.

Suddenly grabbed by the wrist, Count Vlad instantly woke up from his obsession with "Genesis" and immediately wanted to break free from the palm of Pope St. Paul.

But the withered hand of Pope St. Paul was as strong as copper cast in iron, and it was so firmly grasped on his wrist that no matter how much Count Vlad struggled, he could not break free.

Originally, St. Gregory was willing to let everyone enter the Papal Chamber, and everyone had some tacit understanding with each other, and they all tacitly agreed to temporarily lift the hostilities and try not to make a move in the Papal Chamber.

But in the current situation, Count Vlad could no longer care about maintaining a tacit understanding, and after struggling to no avail, he suddenly attacked!

The god-killing spear in his right hand instantly turned into a red line and stabbed at Pope Paul who was sitting cross-legged!

Bang!

Before the red line touched Pope Paul, there was a crisp sound, and the red line burst and flew out into countless pieces!

The countless red fragments flew out, drilling countless small holes in the walls, floors, and dome of the Papal Hall in all directions.

Everything happened between lightning and flint, and the three people who retreated only had time to protect themselves before it happened.

Zhang Ang looked over again, and saw that Count Vlad's left hand was still tightly grasped by Pope St. Paul, but the god-killing spear he was holding in his right hand was gone!

This is...... The gun was shattered with a single blow? This is one of the most famous divine soldiers in the entire continent, the first divine soldier of the ancient Roman Empire who killed the god of Dukivu!

When I looked closely, I saw that Pope St. Paul, who was originally sitting cross-legged like a dead man, grasped Count Vlad with one hand, and the other hand changed from the original state of spreading out to a clenched fist!

Pope St. Paul is not dead? Pope St. Paul is not dead!

"Guaranteed...... Paul?" St. Gregory's eyes widened, his lips trembled, and his words were full of disbelief.

Pope St. Paul didn't answer him, but his clenched fist slammed into Count Vlad!

Boom!

With a bang, Count Vlad's whole body was beaten into a cloud of blood mist, which flew out, staining a large chunk of the floor and walls over there red.

Except for St. Gregory, the other three Titled Martial Saints retreated again, all of them on guard, surrounding the strange and inexplicable St. Paul Pope in the middle.

Pope St. Paul still did not have any breath of a living man, and he looked like a dead man, but he suddenly struck out and blasted Count Vlad with a single punch, which was so powerful that it made people chill from the bottom of their hearts.

You must know that the three of them besieged St. Gregory before, and when facing his simulated "Fist of the Holy Angels", Count Vlad blocked it, while the caliph and Zhang Ang were injured, which shows that Count Vlad's strength is even higher than the two of them, but now, he was killed by St. Paul's punch!

Could this be the Skeleton Cult's corpse control technique? But why didn't I find any threads of spiritual power on him? And looking at the color of his skin, it doesn't look like it, isn't the Skeleton Cult's corpse puppet blue-gray?

Under the nervous gaze of the crowd, the withered body of Pope St. Paul stood up.

He stood up slowly, dust spilling down his robe and spilling it all over the ground, and the wide and heavy robe was worn on him as if it were going to crush everyone else.

It took him three or four seconds to stand up, then turn his head, his eyes closed, and face the four.

Then, a hoarse, slight, staccato voice came out of his voice: "Yes...... This is the Book of Genesis by Duki...... Not my Genesis. ”

His voice was soft, but the papal chamber was so quiet that everyone could hear him.

What does he mean by that? What is the Book of Genesis, his Genesis? Is he really alive now? What does he want to do?

After saying this, in the hesitant and wary eyes of everyone, Pope St. Paul's body emitted a faint white light, which became brighter and brighter......

Until it's so bright that no one can look at it directly!

Although his eyes could no longer see clearly, with the help of the natural power of heaven and earth, Zhang Ang could clearly feel the amazing vitality emanating from Pope St. Paul's body!

The infinite vitality enveloped Pope Paul layer by layer, and the internal qi like an abyss like the sea turned into a ray of light, breaking through the dome of the Pope Hall and soaring into the sky!

What the hell is going on? How can there be so much vitality in his body? Such a powerful internal force? He is obviously dead, and he has no anger at all!

After seven or eight seconds, the light slowly dimmed a little, and everyone saw the scene in the white light.

Pope St. Paul's yellow, thin body became white and full again, his muscles bulged, his skin was smooth, his cheeks were flushed with a healthy flush, and even his hair that had long since fallen out grew back and his golden shawl fell.

Then, he opened his eyes, and looked at everyone with a pair of golden eyes as bright as stars, with no sorrow or joy on his face, like a god looking down on the world, high above, like an ant.

Then, he spoke, his voice full and mellow, with emotion in it: "I understand." ”

Immediately afterward, the papal robe on his body shattered into countless pieces and drifted away, and endless white light enveloped his body, forming a set of gorgeous armor composed entirely of light on him! Behind him, twelve huge wings of light as white as snow were condensed, and even the feathers were clearly visible!

Looking at the angelic Pope Paul in front of him, Zhang Ang's mouth opened wide and he could barely speak.

How did he live again, and still be so powerful?

Zhang Ang could feel the strength of Pope Paul now, a strength that he could barely resist! His sixth sense was constantly sending him danger signals to flee this place!

But under the pressure of Pope St. Paul's incomparably powerful momentum, Zhang Ang only felt that it was very difficult to move his legs.

But the magnificent transformation of Pope St. Paul is not over yet!

I don't know where it came from, but there was a faint singing voice, like a chorus of countless people, holy, ethereal, solemn, grandiose, and sacred...... Countless wills are embodied in this song!

The white light that reached into the sky still shrouded Pope Paul, bathing him in white light.

And above the head of Pope St. Paul, a ring with a faint golden light faintly appeared!