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"Oh!"

Finally, after a loud noise, St. Luke's separate defense was still swept away by the pseudo-pope Ignaz.

Looking at the gate of heaven hanging in the distant sky, Ignaz smiled with excitement.

"Behind the door is the kingdom of God? Well, starting today, this kingdom of God belongs to Ignaz!"

He has determined that there cannot be a real **** behind the kingdom of God, otherwise he is so troubled, how could he not be suppressed by the gods?

Since there is no god, huh, then the kingdom of God must be taken by him! All the relics of the once bright God belonged to him!

With this in mind, Ignaz lifted his head and flew towards the gate of paradise above the sky.

In the kingdom of God, Wu Hui's eyes were dazzled, and this Ignaz was really an aboriginal who had never seen the world. He had been fainted by greed just after gaining some strength.

You know how a thin camel is bigger than a horse. What's more, 9th level demigod looks at the sea of ​​stars, but it's drizzle, even 10th level divine realm has just started, and at most it can only call the wind and rain in the standard plane.

Although he is weak now, anyway, he has inherited a lot of memories and knowledge of the old God of Light, and his insight is always higher than others.

"No more, no more." Wu Hui shook his head helplessly, who made him weak and still in the state of repair.

Since the pseudo-pope had to challenge his deity, he could only choose to sacrifice a lot of divine power to let him see the real divine power.

However, just when Wu Hui was about to consume a lot of divine power and gave the puppet a heavy blow, a pure and dazzling light suddenly rose up in the distance.

Everyone was attracted by the shock of this beam of light, and they looked around. Even the pseudo-pope Ignaz and Archangel Saint Luke in the air were attracted attention and temporarily stopped.

At this moment, a solemn and magnificent voice, which could not help but apologize in earnest, came slowly from this beam of light.

"Great God of Light, I am willing to exchange your pity with the most pious prayer! I am willing to abandon everything in the world in exchange for your favor ..."

The pious prayer sounded as if possessing some magic. When the prayer sounded, the heavens and the earth seemed to be quiet, and even the air seemed to tremble with it.

"Yes, it's under Pope Nasade!"

"Wait, old, the old pope is under the crown, and he is performing ... God descending!"

Those who are familiar with the old Pope Nasade will naturally know the source of the prayer.

Especially as his adopted daughter, Liliana, and the two former archbishops Edward and James, they could not help showing tragic appearance when they found out that the old pope was performing the magic.

Later, even believers such as the dark witch Judy and the three princes Charles all fell to the ground. They were giving the old pope the highest respect and helping the old pope pray together.

Because this is a divine art that needs to burn life, with the broken body of the old pope, I am afraid there is no possibility of survival.

"What? Surrender? Isn't that old guy afraid of death?"

Suspended in the air, the false pope Nasadel saw a change in his face when he saw the old pope being treated.

Divine magic, but only the popes, saints, and a limited number of cardinals in the past are qualified to perform the top divine magic.

Its strength lies in that it is not simply asking God to come, but is a technique that really calls for the gods, communicates with them, and at the same time begs and borrows from them. As long as it succeeds, basically everything can be solved.

How the **** will help his followers, whether it is sending an army of angels, or lending a lot of divine power, so that the other party temporarily obtains the power that can drive the divine power, or even the **** himself comes in the form of an avatar, it is actually possible.

It's just that although this divine art that directly calls on the gods is powerful, it is extremely expensive. The casters must burn their vitality at the cost of their own lives in order to perform such a technique that spreads out their own personality.

Under normal circumstances, a highly respected pope will quickly age after the operation, and will soon abdicate and disappear, waiting for the end of life.

Now the old Pope Nasadel has a broken body and an overdrawn life. It looks like he will die before the end of the operation.

Thinking of this, the pseudo-pope Nasadel finally felt relieved.

And most importantly, are there any gods in this world? Without the gods, what would happen to the old pope even if he had exhausted his life to perform the magic?

"Hehehe, in vain."

The pseudo-pope Ignaz hovered high and laughed coldly, "Nazadel, the **** of light has fallen, and there is no god. What good is your godliness?"

However, he laughed like a stone was thrown into the water without any response.

On the contrary, the solemn prayers of the old pope Nasadel continued to echo in the heavens and the earth.

"Huh! I don't know!"

Ignaz looked ironed, and he was a little angry, a half-hearted old man who dare to ignore his power, really looking for death!

Ignaz slowly raised his right hand holding the artifact scepter, and was about to give the old man the final fatal blow.

But at this moment, a broader golden light suddenly fell from the sky, as if in response to the old pope's prayer, fell directly on him.

"How, how is that possible? Hard, is it ..."

A chill instantly struck the heart of the pseudo-pope Nasador, and his face was ugly at this moment.

It's not just him, the Emperor Carlos and his Imperial Army in the valley, and Archbishop Marne and the Puppet Guards under his leadership all glared at this moment and stumbled in place.

What are you kidding about?

With a miracle response, is there really a **** behind the gate of heaven?

Has it been rumored that the Bright God, who has fallen for a hundred years, has really returned?

Hearts were beating wildly, and the unstoppable chill began to spread rapidly in the hearts of everyone trying to resist the gods.

"This old pope is really sincere. His prayers are accurate."

Wu Hui lamented in the kingdom of God that if he was not worried about his only granddaughter, the old pope would probably not compromise with the pseudo pope even if he was tortured to death.

Now, in order to atone for sin and to protect the majesty of the gods, he would rather martyr than to die, not even his life, which moved Wu Hui somewhat.

I have to say that a good and holy spirit like Saint Luke, the old pope, is indeed very rare. No wonder even the old bright god, who once sat on many planes and had high eyes, regarded the Holy Spirit as a precious talent.

With these strong beliefs and the ability to assist with the Holy Spirit, Wu Hui's divine rule in the future will definitely be a lot easier.

Now the old Pope Nasadel begged Wu Hui to give him a chance to redeem himself, and Wu Hui naturally had no reason to refuse.

With the help of the old pope to remove the false goddess, Wu Hui is also happy.

It's just a little embarrassing now that his accumulated strength is not enough, there is no stronger angel to send, and he is a bright **** who has not digested his personality, and naturally cannot come forward in person.

So he can only give him this bright god, the divine power that has been accumulated.

"God, God's power!"

Wu Hui did not hesitate, anyway, he was doing things for himself, but the idea had just been issued, and he had a hundred points of great power, which was instantly delivered to the old pope of the lower world.

However, this is also no way out. Through the magic of life burning and the gift of Wu Hui, the old pope Nasadell will temporarily gain the power of manipulation, which is almost equivalent to the power of a level 10 god.

But the old pope with a broken body and little vitality left. In this state of temporary blessing, I am afraid it will not last for three minutes.

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Nether, valley.

With the disappearance of the magnificent beam of light, the old Pope Nasadel, who was already seriously injured, stood up again.

He exudes a peaceful and solemn golden light, his eyes have been filled with pure holy light, and the silver-white forehead of the forehead has spread throughout his body.

The mighty and profound divine power was slowly spreading out by him, and it seemed as if there was his presence in the heavens and the earth suddenly became solemn. In this way, under the attention of everyone in the enemy and us, he slowly flew to mid-air, as if a true deity, and looked down at all beings in this world.

"My lord is up! Praise my lord!"

After seeing such a miracle, almost everyone on the scene, except the backbone of the empire and the puppet church, knelt down on the ground subconsciously, and paid the highest respect to the God of Light and the old pope who was favored by God.

"No, no ... this is impossible!"

The pseudo-pope Ignaz's eyes narrowed, and the hand clenching the artifact shuddered.

He didn't believe that in order to take the opportunity to go to the divine realm, he had fully prepared for decades, how could he fail in front of him?

And hasn't the Light God already fallen? He couldn't sense the slightest sign of the existence of a deity, but how could the old guy Nasadell do it?

Yes, it must be! These are all illusions! Behind that gate of heaven, it's not God at all!

"Lies! All lies! There is no God in this world!"

Unable to accept the reality of Ignaz in front of him, he turned angry and rushed towards the gate of heaven. "I will break through your lies today. I want to prove that I Ignaz is a new light. God! "

"Holy Word: Penalty!"

The old pope Nasadel suspended at high altitude did not have any extra actions, just raised his right hand, faced Ignaz, and slowly spoke.

Suddenly, a golden thunderbolt suddenly appeared out of thin air!

"Click!"

The terrifying thunder instantly shocked the whole world, and the horrific power emitted by the golden lightning seemed to tear up the sky.

Under the sky, all the people in the valley and our enemies all instinctively awed at this Tiantianwei, as if every cell in the body was shaking.

Even the magnificent Emperor Carlos, under the shock of thunder, was terrified and murmured: "Heaven, Tianlei! This is Tianlei, Tianlei punished by God!"

Under the thunder, all things perish and nothing can hide!

Although the air puppet Ignaz had a mental breakdown, he did not go crazy after all.

Seeing the devastating thunder slashing at him, Ignaz's pupils curled up, he hurriedly raised the artifact scepter, and built an indestructible sacred barrier in front of him.

however.

There was a loud bang, and the sacred barrier that Ignaz was proud of before was bursting.

Under the violent shock, Ignaz spurted blood on the spot and fell on his back to the ground.

"No, it's impossible, no ..."

Ignaz was full of pain, and although he was unwilling to admit it, he still had to admit that the horrific power contained in the blow had already far surpassed him, and it was the magical power of the power of the hidden laws!

Regardless of the awe of the world or the horror of Ignaz, the old pope Nasadel still had a solemn expression, without any emotional fluctuations, but after one blow, he suddenly raised his fingers and opened his mouth again.

"Sacred Word: Imprisoned!"

"Click!" A crackling sound, something amazing happened.

Ignaz in the process of falling, the invisible air around it, no, it should be said that the invisible space is like suddenly freezing into ice, and Ignaz in the "ice" is frozen in this way. In situ, he couldn't even make a sound except staring at his panicked eyes.

The immense power of such arrogance and such magnificent shore deeply shocked every audience at the scene.

No doubt, this is the power of the gods!

Their bright master, has returned!

The imprisonment for a short moment came fast and went fast.

Just as the imprisonment began to loosen, the pseudo-pope Ignaz had just felt that he was being liberated, and a spear with a burning flame had penetrated his chest.

It is Archangel Saint Luke!

As Saint Luke slowly withdrew the holy gun from his hand, the holy flame that rose up instantly wrapped the body of the pseudo-pope.

With just a few breaths, the pseudo-pope who was instantly understood of his life, turned into a fly ash under the sacred flames enough to burn everything.

Only his storage equipment and the artifact scepter remained, and was stolen by St. Luke and copied in his hands.

At this time, the old Pope Nasade, who had completely exhausted his lamps, finally closed his eyes slowly like a burned candle, and leaned backwards.

The holy light gradually dissipated, and the old pope ’s exhausted body began to disintegrate into pieces like rotten dead wood powder, dissipating into a fly ash, dissipating in the wind.

Only the pope's vestment he had previously wore was still drifting to the ground.

"It's awe-inspiring."

In the kingdom of God, Wu Hui slowly got up, "It's time to welcome his pope."

Although the old Pope Nasadel has reached the end of his life, as a sublime Holy Spirit, his soul will not be annihilated.

Soon, Wu Hui lowered the grand miracle again, and with very solemn specifications, began to welcome the Holy Spirit of his first pope to ascend the kingdom of God.

This solemn welcoming and the healing radiance to the lower realm consumed his full 25 divine power, but it was all worth it.

Sure enough, under the guidance of Wu Hui, the translucent soul of the old pope finally resurfaced, and then slowly drifted towards the kingdom of God with the Holy Light Channel ~ lightnovelpub.net ~

Under the gate of heaven, Liliana was already in tears, and two archbishops Edward and James, who had followed the old pope for decades, were also in tears.

Their tears are the memory of the old pope, and the respect and pride of the old pope.

Being able to dedicate himself to the Lord of Light, and be greeted by the Lord of Light, such a glorious deed will surely be remembered and praised in the long history of this world.

At the same time, all believers who watched the scene, even members of the Imperial Army and the Puppet Church, who had previously been enemies, fell to their knees.

In the presence of real gods, they are but the humblest ants.

How could a humble ant contend with a **** like nature?

Especially the soldiers of the empire and the members of the Puppet Holy See, when they realized that they were actually fighting against the great God of Light, their unprecedented intense fear almost devoured their soul.

Dare to fight with the gods? It's ridiculous!

If it were not for the mercy of gods, all of them would be wiped out like the puppet pope.

After so conceiving, these defeated sinners have all started their most reverent repentance. At the moment, apart from deep remorse, their firm faith is rapidly increasing.

"Dang!"

The sound of a sharp sword falling to the ground.

The imperial emperor Carlos, who stood with dementia, weakly discarded the sharp sword in his hand, and the whole man seemed to have lost his soul.

At this moment, the mighty imperial emperor, who was originally mighty, seemed to be decades old.

He stared at the shocking miracle in the sky with eyes narrowed, as if his energy was suddenly exhausted.

God, it really is the master of the great shore that cannot be reached.

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