"Fatty, how old are you?"

"It's not big, it's only 1,200 years old!" Pope Pu replied quickly.

"Come."

When the Pope looked up, he saw Jiang Zhe holding a strange rectangular instrument facing him.

"Follow me, Tainuo is a charlatan, trash, maggots, old bastard, I am incompatible with him."

"ah!"

The pope shook his body and almost bit his tongue.

Just as he was about to raise his hand, a space blade was placed on his neck, and a trace of golden blood was scattered.

"You can choose to sacrifice yourself for the God King and think about it."

Looking at Jiang Zhe's cold gaze.

The expression on Pope Ura's face seemed to be running a grocery store, and he was in various troubles, his eyebrows, nose, cheeks, and corners of his mouth twitched.

Just as Jiang Zhe's eyes flashed with a fierce light and the blade was lifted.

"Ah, the God King is a trash, a bastard, a maggot, an old bastard, I am incompatible with him."

The pope immediately popped out of his mouth.

The golden robe was completely wet with sweat.

"Very good, fat man, you can live."

The phone just closed.

Rumble.

There were a sound of large groups of wild beasts galloping outside the church square.

"Pope, please come out, this war is over."
Chapter completed!