...

"Bang!"

Finally, after a loud bang, the defense constructed by St. Luke alone was finally broken away by the pseudo-pope Ignaz.

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

"Behind the door is the Kingdom of God? Hehe, from today on, this Kingdom of God will belong to me Ignaz!"

He had concluded that there could not be a real God behind the Kingdom of God, otherwise he would be so big that he would not be suppressed by the gods?

Since there is no God, hehe, the kingdom of God will inevitably be taken away by him! All the relics of the God of Light will belong to him!

At this point of thinking, Ignaz looked up and flew towards the gate of heaven hanging in the sky.

In the Kingdom of God, Wu Hui rolled his eyes and thought to himself that Ignaz was really an indigenous person who had never seen the world. He was so blinded by greed as soon as he gained some strength.

You should know that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. What's more, the level 9 demigod looks at the sea of ​​stars, but it's just a drizzle. Even the level 10 divine realm is just starting out, and at most it can only call the wind and rain in its own plane.

Although Wu Hui is weak now, he has inherited many memories and knowledge of the old God of Light, and his knowledge is much higher than others.

"Forget it, forgot." Wu Hui shook his head helplessly. Who made him weak and still in a state of repair?

Since this pseudo-pope insisted on provoking him, the god, he could only choose to sacrifice a lot of divine power to let him see the true divine power.

However, just as Wu Hui was about to consume a lot of divine power and give the pseudo-pope a heavy blow, a pure and dazzling holy light suddenly rose from the ground in the distance.

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

At this moment, a solemn and grand sound of prayers that made people couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring slowly came out of this pillar of light.

"Great God of Light, I would like to exchange my most pious prayer for your mercy! I would like to abandon everything in the world for your favor..."

The extremely pious prayer sounds seemed to have some kind of magic. When the prayer sounded, the heaven and earth seemed to be quiet, and even the air seemed to resonate and tremble.

"Yes, it's the old Pope Nassader's crown!"

"Wait, old, the old pope is here, and is performing...the magical submission technique!"

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

Especially as his adopted daughter Liliana, as well as the two former Archbishops Edward and James, they couldn't help but show a tragic look when they found out that the old pope was using the magic trick.

Later, even the dark witch Judy, the third prince Charles and other believers fell to the ground. They were giving the highest respect to the old pope and helping the old pope pray devoutly together.

Because this is a magical technique that requires the burning of life, with the ruined body of the old pope, there is probably no possibility of survival.

"What? The magical submission technique? Is that old guy really not afraid of death?"

The pseudo-pope Nassader, who was hanging high in the air, changed his expression on the spot when he saw the old pope who was performing his magic.

The magic trick is a top magic trick that only popes, saints, and a limited number of cardinal archbishops can be qualified and capable of using.

Its power is not simply asking God to come, but a magic trick to truly call God, communicate with God, and beg for and borrow power from God. As long as you succeed, basically anything can be solved.

How will the god help his believers? Whether to send an army of angels or lend a large amount of divine power to temporarily obtain the power that can drive divine power, or even the gods will personally arrive in the form of clones, is actually possible.

However, although this magic technique that directly calls for gods is powerful, the price is extremely high. The caster must burn his vitality at the cost of his own life to perform this magic that conveys their own personality.

Usually, a respected pope will age quickly after surgery, and will soon abdicate and disappear, waiting for the arrival of his life.

Now the old Pope Nassader is in a broken body and overdrawn life. It seems that he will die if he can't hold on until the end of the magic.

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

And the most important point is, are there any gods in this world? Without gods, what can the old pope do if he exhausts his life and uses the magical submission technique?

"Haha, it's useless."

The pseudo-pope Ignaz floated high in the sky and sneered coldly, "Nasadelph, the God of Light has fallen, there is no god. No matter how pious you use your God's submission technique, what's the use?"

However, his ridicule was like a stone thrown into the water without any response.

On the contrary, the solemn prayer of the old Pope Nassader continued to echo between heaven and earth.

"Hmph! I don't know how to live or die!"

Ignaz's face turned pale, he was a little angry. A foolish old man who had been buried in the ground actually dared to ignore his power. He was really looking for death!

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

But at this moment, a more magnificent golden holy light suddenly fell from the sky, as if responding to the old pope's prayer, and fell straight on him.

"What, how is it possible? Difficult, is it..."

A chill instantly hit the heart of the pseudo-pope Nassader, and his face was extremely hard to see in this moment.

Not only him, but also the Imperial Emperor Carlos and the Imperial Army led by him, as well as the Archbishop Maren and the pseudo-Holy See's escorts led by him, all of them widened their eyes at this moment and stood there in a daze.

What a joke?

With the response of miracles, is it possible that there is really a god behind the gate of heaven?

Could it be that the God of Light, which has been rumored to have fallen for a hundred years, has really returned?

Hearts were beating wildly, and the unstoppable chill began to spread rapidly in the hearts of every person who tried to resist the gods.

"This old pope is really sincere, and this God is right in his prayer."

Wu Hui sighed in the Kingdom of God and thought to himself that if he hadn't been worried about his only granddaughter, this old pope would probably not have compromised with the pseudo-pope even if he was tortured to death.

Now, in order to atone for the sake of his sins and to protect the majesty of the patron saint, he would rather die with his own life, which touched Wu Hui somewhat.

It has to be said that it is indeed very rare to believe in the excellent Holy Spirit like St. Luke and the old pope. No wonder even the old God of Light, who once had many planes and had a higher vision than the top, regarded the Holy Spirit as a precious talent.

With these Holy Spirit assisted by firm beliefs and excellent abilities, Wu Hui's theocracy will definitely be much easier in the future.

Now that the old Pope Nassader is begging Wu Hui to give him a chance to redemption, Wu Hui naturally has no reason to refuse.

Wu Hui was also happy to have the old pope help to get rid of the blasphemer, the fake pope.

But what is a little embarrassed now is that the strength he has accumulated is not enough, and there is no stronger angel to sect. He, the God of Light, who has not yet digested the divine nature, naturally cannot come forward in person.

So all he could give was the divine power he had accumulated, the light god.

"Divine nature, divine power is given!"

Wu Hui was not stingy. He was doing things for himself anyway. However, this idea had just been issued, and a huge amount of divine power was instantly sent to the old pope in the lower realm.

However, this is also impossible. Through the magical submission technique that burns life and the gift of Wu Hui's divine power, the old Pope Nasader will temporarily obtain the power of manipulating divine power, which is almost equivalent to the power of a level 10 god.

The old pope, whose body was broken and whose vitality was not much left, would probably not last for three minutes in this state of temporary blessing.

...

The lower realm, the valley.

As the magnificent light column disappeared, the old Pope Nassader, who was already seriously injured and dying, stood up again.

His whole body was filled with a peaceful and solemn golden light, his eyes were filled with pure holy light, and the silver-white divine patterns on his forehead had spread throughout his body.

The vast and deep divine power was slowly radiating from him, and it seemed that his existence suddenly became solemn. He slowly flew into the air under the attention of everyone on both sides of the enemy and us, like a real god, looking down at the sentient beings in the lower world.

"My Lord is above! Praise my Lord!"

After seeing such a miracle, almost everyone except the backbone of the Empire and the pseudo-Holy See, subconsciously knelt on the ground, heading towards the gate of heaven, giving 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 were stunned, and his hands holding the artifact couldn't help but tremble.

He didn't believe that in order to take the opportunity to ascend to the divine realm, he had been preparing for decades. How could he fail in front of him?

And hasn't the God of Light already fallen? He could not sense any signs of the existence of the gods, but what did that old guy Nasadr do?

Yes, it must be! These are all illusions! Behind the gate of heaven, they are not gods at all!

"Lie! They are all lies! There is no God in this world!"

Ignaz, who could not accept the reality in front of him, burst into anger, turned around and rushed towards the gate of heaven, "I will expose the lies of you today. I want to prove that Ignaz is the new God of Light!"

"Holy Word: Punishment!"

The old Pope Nassadr, who was floating at high altitude, did not have any extra movements. He simply raised his right hand and faced Ignaz and spoke slowly.

In an instant, a golden thunder suddenly appeared out of thin air!

"Click!"

The terrifying thunder instantly shocked the entire world, and the terrifying power emitted by the golden lightning seemed to tear the sky apart.

Under the sky, all the people in the valley, both the enemy and us, developed an instinctive awe of this panic, as if every cell in the body was trembling.

Even the dignified imperial emperor Carlos was in a panic under the shocking lightning light, muttering to himself: "Heaven, heaven, heavenly thunder! This is heavenly thunder, heavenly thunder punished by gods!"

Under the thunder of heaven, everything is annihilated and there is nowhere to hide!

Although the pseudo-pope Ignaz in the air had a little broken mentality, he was not crazy after all.

Seeing the thunder that was shattering at him, Ignaz's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly raised his magical scepter and built an invincible sacred barrier in front of him.

However.

With a loud "bang", the sacred barrier that Ignaz had been proud of before burst into pieces.
To be continued...