Chapter 2389 God-like war, the Pope gives in

Author: Mr. Tai Su

Chapter 2389 God-like war, the Pope gives in

Ivan Vincent looked indifferent, standing on the sea, quietly watching the only legendary peak knight among humans come to an end and be buried in the turbulent sea.

Every powerful person at the peak of the legend is a big figure who can influence the world situation. Such people are called saints in the Church of Truth. Originally, there were only eight people. After the last war, two fell and one betrayed and died.

After death, one became the Pope, and only half of them were left. Even including the King of Angels, there were only five peak legends. Now that Melmoth was killed by Ivan Vincent, the strength of the church declined again, and only half of them were left.

Three saints and one king of angels.

The fall of Melmoth seemed to have alarmed Benedict III, who was far away in the Great Hall of Light in the Holy City of Reims. His beard and hair stood erect, shrouded in holy light, he looked holy and noble, and his eyes were filled with bright holy light, faintly

A world with seven levels of Heaven Mountain emerged, with a six-winged blazing god kneeling on each of the first six levels.

Envoys, devout and powerful, these six Seraphim are legendary magicians. They were plotted by Viken and refined into puppets. The seventh floor is empty. Mercantron, the King of Angels, has not returned yet and is in the Holy City.

Lance helps the church stabilize the situation and deter the dark council that is ready to move.

Benedict III wore a gold crown on his head and held a platinum scepter tightly in his hand. He looked at the Storm Strait with sharp eyes and a sinister look on his face, glaring.

"Ivan Vincent, you blasphemer, you dare to go against the Lord's will and offend the Lord's glory. Sooner or later you will fall into hell and be tortured!"

The frost on Ivan Vincent's stern face suddenly melted, and a bright smile bloomed. His mouth opened, and a pair of white and neat teeth were exposed. Ivan Vincent seemed to have heard some joke and made an extremely exaggerated sound.

He laughed loudly, leaning forward and backward, holding his belly with both hands, laughing until his whole body was weak.

"Viken, you are too funny and too involved in the drama. Do you really think you can hide it from everyone?"

"Do you really think you can hide your little tricks from me?!"

"I direct and act myself, like a clown. I am both the God of Truth and the Pope. It's really interesting!"

"A true god who claims to be omniscient and omnipotent actually dares not even enter his own kingdom of God for fear that he will be swallowed up by this world. How can you have the nerve to shamelessly claim that you are the Lord of Creation and the Almighty God!"

"It's so funny. Do you want to laugh me to death? Just like inheriting the legacy of Sun King Thanos, you want to inherit my wealth?"

"It's a pity that I don't have a son like you, so I won't leave my inheritance to you!"

He doesn't hit people in the face, he doesn't expose his shortcomings when he scolds them, Ivan Vinson revealed all the details about Viken, leaving no secrets to Viken.

Viken's face suddenly changed, and he was extremely livid. The pupils in his eyes shrank, flashing with a fierce gaze. He held the platinum scepter tightly in his palm, with blue veins popping out. He was extremely frightened in his heart. He did not expect that Ivan Vincent actually knew everything.

Well, how is this possible? Everyone who knew about it back then was killed. No one knew that he was the God of Truth, and no one knew that he was Viken. How did Ivan Vincent know these secrets?

"Who told you, who else is alive?"

Viken's voice was full of murderous intent, wanton and awe-inspiring, with astonishing momentum. The situation changed, and the entire holy city of Reims was shrouded in dazzling holy light. The strength of the peak god-like was clearly demonstrated. Viken stepped on it and

He wants to go to the Storm Strait and eliminate Ivan Vincent, the insider. He will never allow anyone to know his secret.

Suddenly, the day disappeared and the night sky fell. Suddenly, a silver moon rose slowly and hung high in the starry sky. Its silver light shone and swayed down. It fell outside the holy city of Reims and transformed into a little girl with blond hair and red eyes.

It was Aitna, the Lord of Silver Moon. This little girl had a cute expression and a sinister character. She stared at Viken with a fierce light in her eyes and said innocently.

"You are not allowed to come out!"

"Come out and I'll beat you!"

Aitna had a ferocious breast. She raised her white and tender little fist and waved it twice as if to demonstrate. This born god seemed to be a little white rabbit who was inexperienced in the world, but it had tiger teeth.

Anyone who dares to underestimate her will surely die miserably.

Just when Viken raised the platinum scepter, the holy light shone, and was about to forcefully repel the Lord of Silver Moon and go to fight Ivan Vincent, a chaotic aura filled the air from the void, bloody and evil,

Chaos, full of contradictions and tyranny, an ugly flesh ball opened the door to time and space, full of disgusting tentacles and eyes, chaotic, crazy twisting, tentacles stretched out, spreading in the space, dancing crazily, towards Viken

Attack and go.

"snort!"

Viken roared angrily, and the energy of the platinum scepter exploded. The whole person suddenly lit up with a layer of milky white hazy light, conveying a solemn and holy meaning that could not be looked directly at. A majestic, sacred, transcendent, and condescending power slowly emerged.

, pouring out from an inexplicable height, covering the holy city of Reims and the surrounding areas.

Feeling this majestic power, the expressions of cardinals, holy knights, cardinals and other clergy as well as ordinary believers in the holy city of Reims became gentle and peaceful, with indescribable touches. This is the breath of the Lord and

strength!

The bright and dazzling holy light shot out, purifying and evaporating the tentacles extended by the chaotic meat ball. There was a bloody mouth on the meat ball, and a miserable cry was made. More tentacles appeared, dancing crazily,

Slapping the void, space cracks emerged, which was extremely terrifying.

A hint of anger also appeared in Silver Moon Aitna's dull eyes. She swung out her little fist, shaking the space. The silver glow turned into a waning moon, as if it was the sharpest weapon in the world, and it passed through the void in an instant.

He disappeared in front of everyone, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Viken, with an extremely sharp edge, and he slashed hard.

Viken felt an extremely sharp edge, with the aura of cutting off everything. His hairs exploded, his muscles tensed up, his eyes focused, and he swung the platinum scepter in his hand fiercely, hitting the silver-white curved man.

Moon, the holy light shines, the moonlight is brilliant, boom! A loud noise shook the entire holy city of Reims, and countless people screamed in panic, stunned by the god-like battle in front of them.

The holy light gathered behind Viken. Countless believers knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly. Hundreds of thousands of believers appeared with streaks of holy light floating in the air. The holy light merged and turned into a sea of ​​light. The entire holy city was

Becoming a heavenly being, rejecting all power except the Holy Light, Viken's momentum skyrocketed and his power increased, surpassing Silver Moon Aitna and the Will of the Abyss.

Viken's heart sank, he knelt down on one knee and prayed devoutly. He wanted to use the magic of divine descent, even if it caused Benedict III's body to collapse and fall.

The whole person suddenly lit up with a layer of milky hazy light, exuding a solemn and holy meaning that could not be looked directly at. A majestic, sacred, transcendent, and condescending power slowly emerged, emerging from an inexplicable height, covering the holy city of Reims and the surrounding areas.

Area coverage. Feeling

Receiving this power, cardinals, holy knights, cardinals and other clergy as well as ordinary believers in the holy city of Reims broke free from the shock caused by the stars, and their expressions became gentle and peaceful, with indescribable touches.

It is the breath and power of the Lord!

"You are one and ten thousand."

"It's an instant, but it's also eternity."

Hundreds of thousands of people followed Benedict III in prayer. Under the influence of that inexplicable power, they all became uniform, creating an exaggerated and terrifying resonance. It was ethereal, vast, and spectacular. When the prayers gathered into a torrent, the Pope

Benedict III Shiran pointed at the scepter in his hand, and a sudden change occurred in mid-air!

In the center of the sky, a bit of milky-white holy light lit up inexplicably. It grew bigger and bigger, and quickly developed into a light group that could rival the sun and artificial planets. Waves of melodious and beautiful chants that cleansed the soul came from the light group.

Let the surrounding sky become holy and pure. The dark starry sky is completely illuminated by this light group, and the sound of ethereal and moving chants can be vaguely heard in the ears.

A look of shock appeared on Silver Moon Aitna's cute face, and there was a bit of cunning in her red eyes. The moonlight fell, and her body dissipated, blending into the starry sky and Silver Moon, quietly receding, leaving only the chaotic will of the abyss.

He was like a madman, twisting his extremely stinky body, wildly dancing his tentacles with eyes, vibrating his origin, and slammed into the Pope.

The light group became clearer and clearer, and it seemed to be divided into seven layers. The first layer was a pair of beautiful angels with wings and countless white souls playing pianos, harps, recorders, French horns, and singing hymns in praise of the true God.

The second floor to the fifth floor are all similar scenes of joy, without any trace of distress or sorrow. The types of angels have changed, and their wings gradually

The number of angels increased, and angels of power, angels of power, angels of wisdom, etc. appeared. On the sixth floor, there were six six-winged seraphs with flickering light and shadow. They each occupied a side, showing a posture of clustering around the seventh floor. On the seventh floor, in addition to infinity,

Beyond the endless, incomprehensible light, there is only a Seraph holding a book, prostrate under the light, as if serving at the feet of the God of Truth.

In the light group, all the angels lit up with holy light. They gathered together and expanded rapidly together with the immeasurable light from the seventh layer, submerging the entire sky like a sea!

"roar!"

The will of the abyss let out a shrill scream, the sound was terrifying, the flesh ball became tattered, all the tentacles had disappeared, the black blood spilled, the smell was extremely fishy, ​​the door of time and space opened again, the will of the abyss retreated, he was killed by the god

Injured by the falling spell, the source is damaged and needs time to repair.

The appearance of Benedict III has also undergone tremendous changes. His hair is all gray and dull, giving people a feeling that his vitality is about to be exhausted. His face has become extremely old, wrinkled, his eyes are extremely cloudy, and his body is stooped.

The waist and back are bent, holding

The palm of the platinum scepter is also skinny, with loose wrinkles and patches of age spots. At this time, Pope Benedict III is like a dying old man who is about to enter the end of his life. The fire of life is swaying and beating at any time.

may go out.

Viken felt the condition of this body, his brows furrowed, his old and turbid eyes were full of unwillingness, he looked up again, looking at Ivan Vincent standing in the thunder and lightning storm, and felt the same kind of feeling in the other person.

Shen Qi sighed and slowly spoke.

"Ivan Vincent, you are lucky this time. If Silver Moon and the Will of the Abyss hadn't stopped you, I would have killed you!"

Ivan Vincent's face was full of disdain, the corners of his mouth raised up, and he let out a sneer. He stepped on it, and the door of time and space opened. He stepped into it and disappeared.

Outside the holy city of Reims, the figure of Ivan Vincent appeared, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking down at all living beings, his eyes indifferent and ruthless, like a true god, sitting high in the Kingdom of God, controlling the fate of ordinary people.

"Viken, I'm here, what can you do to me?"

"Don't tell me that you are as weak as you are now. Even if you are at your peak, there is nothing you can do to me. The Divine Descendant Technique can repel the Lord of Silver Moon and the Will of the Abyss!"

"But it's of no use to me. Even if you have a platinum scepter and can use the power of Heaven Mountain, you can't do anything to me!"

Viken's expression changed, and the old palm holding the platinum scepter was harder. His eyes were extremely wary, and the already weakened aura in his body plummeted again. His eyes struggled unwillingly. Viken felt his own state, although he used his magic

The reverse of descending technique

Benedict III's soul was responsible for most of the devastation, but it still inevitably affected his soul consciousness. After weighing it in his mind, WKU actually turned around and fell into the Great Hall of Light, refusing to fight and not daring to fight with Yi.

Van Vincent continued to shout.

"A coward who only hides in dark corners and plots against others makes people look down upon him!"

"Creak! Crack!"
To be continued...