When Olga's fist collided head-on with the flaming sword of the four-winged angel.

An invisible energy stance bursts out from the point of impact.

The divine power of the angels and the violent magic of Olga, even if they did not target the other people around them, but under the agitating power, the surrounding space was still affected, and became stagnant and heavy!

Just as a fish in the shallow sea was suddenly thrown into the deep sea, layers of pressure were exerted on the surrounding cultists.

"Click~snort~~"

As if they were being run over by a road roller, the sound of bones breaking and blood rushing out of their bodies kept coming from them.

And the organs in their bodies are also seriously damaged.

In an instant, a large number of clergy died on the spot as a result of the tragic impact!

After discovering this situation, the four-winged angel felt a little troubled in his heart, after all, these priests were from his side.

But before he could think about what to do, he sensed the power of Olga's fist increase.

In a brilliant golden light, the raging fire, like maggots attached to the bones, gradually covered the flame sword in the angel's hand, and began to forcibly erode it.

The angel's face changed slightly: "You ......"

didn't give him a chance to speak, taking advantage of the moment when the other party's mood fluctuated.

Olga's other hand instantly wrapped around the [AT Position].

Like a golden blade, it stabbed straight into the opponent's chest with swiftness and precision, trying to pierce the breastplate and forcibly rip out the opponent's energy core.

It was the source of energy for the summoning ritual and the basis for the four-winged angel's appearance.

As soon as it is dug up, the other party will disappear immediately.

In the face of this fatal blow, the four-winged angel's face immediately changed greatly, and he shouted angrily:

"Bastard!"

Just as he decided to abandon the sword in his hand to avoid the attack, Olga withdrew his hand and jumped twice quickly.

The next moment.

A spear covered in patterns stabbed out of the ground where he had just been.

After losing the blow, thirteen figures slowly walked out and stood beside the four-winged angel.

After looking at them for a moment, through the eyes of the figures, Olga was once again sure that they were just corpses with fighting instincts.

In the face of such a rigid opponent, he is neither nervous nor excited.

It's like dealing with robots that don't have artificial intelligence.

This kind of opponent who doesn't know how to be flexible, if there is no external interference, unless the strength level is stronger than him, otherwise there is no threat at all, and it can only be regarded as an ornament.

So, as long as the four-winged angel is eliminated, they are not a problem at all.

This is the confidence that Orga has piled up with hundreds of millions of dead souls.

So the two sides started again.

This time, the area they covered in the battle was much wider.

The entire Vatican has been reduced to their gladiatorial arena.

As the stronghold of Christianity, the other side obviously occupies a part of the geographical advantage.

Those positional techniques that have been piled up over the years are providing power to the four-winged angels and the thirteen saints every moment.

Orga, on the other hand, was the side that was suppressed.

However, this little problem did not affect him from pressing the opponent to fight.

Although their fighting skills are not bad, they are still not on the same level as Orga.

is constantly caught with flaws, and even directly borrowed to fight force.

After all, nothing else.

The battle memories that Orga had plundered from other creatures alone were worth all the memories of the entire planet's 7 billion people in a lifetime.

And the battle memories of these more than a dozen opponents, even if they add up, are not worth a fraction of Orgar's.

A few minutes later.

Most of the Vatican has been destroyed.

And the battle is also in the half-playful mentality of Orga, and it has completely come to an end.

His right hand, with the penetrating nature conferred by the [AT stance], forcibly penetrated from the bottom to the top of the quad-winged angel's abdomen, and grasped the core of it.

Then quickly pull out and crush it!

Didn't leave the other party any chance.

The other party's figure was immediately slowly shattered in unwilling eyes, and there was no residue.

As for the saints, they had long since been torn to pieces by Orgar and discarded in the battlefield.

From the beginning to the end, Olga was unharmed.

He walked up to the Pope and asked casually:

"Do you have any other means?

If not, it's better to surrender quickly, after all, you're still somewhat useful. ”

Although the Pope was a little unacceptable to the defeat of the four-winged angel and the saints, he still gritted his teeth in the face of Olga's inquiry:

"Impossible!

Our Lord is the only God!

I have no other gods than Him.

I am the shepherd of my lord, and you will be punished by my lord!"

Hearing these words, the casualness on Olga's face immediately disappeared, and he laughed and said:

"The only God?

He can be, but I can't!?"

The look is insolent and unstoppable!

If it were another plane, he might not be confident that he would be able to compete with the other god.

But in this plane, the so-called gods of the other party are actually just aliens.

And the god of creation, the god of creating a hammer!

How can he not be compared?

After speaking, he slapped his hand casually, and the pope in front of him suddenly flew out like a cannonball.

"Whoa!"

It was glued to the wall, and there was no sound.

Seeing this scene, many priests immediately widened their eyes and rushed towards Orga with their weapons in their hands.

But Orga didn't even bother to look at them, and the light wheel behind him randomly divided some insignificant force and burned them to ashes.

After doing all this, he looked at one of the cardinals and asked, "You come to answer my previous question, do you want to die or live?"

When the other party heard this, he immediately replied: "I refuse ......"

"Let's chirp~"

"Next, it's your turn. ”

"Don't ......"

"Let's chirp~"

After the cardinal's death, it was the turn of the other management.

“......”

"Next, it's your turn. ”

Still calmly asked.

But in the ears of the person being questioned, it is like a talisman close at hand.

Looking at the hundreds of corpses around him, the young priest fell to his knees in front of Olga in a trembling voice, pleading with tears on his face:

“...... I agree, please don't kill me......"

All his persistence was shattered in the face of the approaching death.

Olga nodded with satisfaction:

"Good.

From now on, you will be the boss of this group. ”

Then, he turned his head and looked at the rest of the surviving priests with his scarlet eyes:

"Is there any objection?

If you have one, stand up as soon as possible, and I will solve it all at once.

If not, fall on your knees before me like him. ”

After a few seconds of silence.

The sound of kneeling appeared sparsely.

Only a very small number of people still looked at him with hatred.

There is no doubt that soft bones and hard bones are distinguished.

Among those who fell on their knees, there may be those who want to endure the humiliation, but that doesn't matter.

Kneeling in front of Olga for a while is no different from kneeling for a lifetime, anyway, the [Tower of Confusion] will help them mend their ways.