Virtue is Abundant Chapter 116

real world.

Arena.

The Pope finished outlining the last rune, took out a glass of wine from the void, and sipped it gently.

"Kill you and use your head as a sacrifice for the founding ceremony tomorrow morning..."

"Will this stimulate the Fuxi Empire?"

"It doesn't matter, God will bless everything. If they want to use a nuclear bomb, then let mankind perish."

the Pope murmured.

While sipping his wine, he thought about the whole plan.

Your actions will greatly please the gods.

For the sake of so many outstanding achievements, and for the sake of his hard work for the Holy Religion, the gods should resurrect her.

After all, God himself promised himself.

The Pope thought in a trance, he simply moved a chair and sat down, quietly waiting for Wu Xiaode to return.

Time passed slowly.

a moment.

There were some invisible ripples in the void.

"I'm coming back... I'm really looking forward to it."

The Pope held the wine glass in one hand and tapped the ground lightly with the scepter in the other hand.

The runes all over the arena lit up.

The power of the sacrificial formation has been continuously strengthened, forming pieces of holy mang in the void, forming a huge rune full of power, suspended in the sky above the arena.

Everything is not triggered, just waiting for the arrival of that person.

A few breaths passed.

Wu Xiaode's voice suddenly sounded from the void:

"Dark Call."

Immediately afterwards, a black and white scepter appeared.

The deep ruby ​​on the top of the scepter flashed.

An inexplicable coercion spread throughout the audience.

The Pope's expression froze, and he shouted in a low voice, "Sacrifice this life to the other shore!"

The whole arena burst into the sky.

Those powerful runes were quickly constructed into a spell, and they were about to come down.

But the next moment—

All the runes became dark and dull.

Deep in the sky above the arena, a crimson meteorite was falling rapidly.

The power of the sacrificial formation fluctuated in front of this meteor, and it was nothing.

Boom—

The meteorite hit the arena, completely blasting the entire sacrifice formation together with the arena.

The sacrificial formation collapsed directly!

"...Why do you have the power of God..."

the Pope murmured.

He looked at the red scepter in his hand, and then at the black and white scepter inlaid with rubies in Wu Xiaode's hand, with an unbelievable look on his face.

"You have been fighting for the Holy Religion for so many years, don't you even know this?" Wu Xiaode said.

"What's up?"

The Pope shouted lowly.

He waved the red scepter, causing the holy lights in the void to fly back, wrapping around the scepter, ready to release the attack at the bottom of the box at any time.

"'God' is actually a cunning, greedy, brazen, and renegade guy. It is a guy who treats humans as food." Wu Xiaode said slowly.

"Boldness - how dare you blaspheme the majesty of God, I want you to die!" the Pope shouted angrily.

His scepter radiated brilliant light, turned into a giant hammer several meters high out of thin air, and slammed it down towards Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode saw the opportunity early, and before the giant hammer fell, he launched a "side flash" and directly avoided the attack point.

But the power of this hammer is beyond imagination.

The whole ground was smashed into a deep pit of dozens of meters, and the powerful shock wave blew Wu Xiaode out.

He fluttered and landed on the other side of the arena, and said:

"I have a question for you."

"Go to **** and ask the ghost, sinner!" The Pope raised the giant hammer condensed by Saint Mang again and shouted angrily.

"The one you love has been eaten by 'God', don't you know?"

Wu Xiaode said.

The giant hammer, wrapped in strong wind pressure, whistled at Wu Xiaode.

But at the last minute.

It stopped.

"What did you say?" the Pope asked with a gloomy face.

"Yes, before you die, I will tell you the truth of the matter as a thank you gift to me for stealing that thing." Wu Xiaode said.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

The Pope looked confused.

"Let's put it simply, you in the parallel world have done me a favor, so I feel that I owe you a little favor, so I simply told you the truth of the matter." Wu Xiaode said.

"Impossible... God promised me..." the Pope said.

"How can someone like you believe in other people's casual promises? Actually, you know the answer, but you just dare not admit it, right?" Wu Xiaode said calmly.

The Pope opened his mouth and closed it silently.

"Then, my feedback has been delivered, and now it's time for us to settle accounts." Wu Xiaode said.

He inserted the scepter forcefully on the ground in front of him, pointed at the giant hammer of Saint Mang in the Pope's hand, and said:

"That thing, I want one too."

The voice just fell.

Three patriarchs, two cardinals, four cardinals, ten archbishops and elders walked out of the void around Wu Xiaode.

The Pope immediately straightened his eyes.

Because some people have two!

Like twins!

"You went to the Holy See in a parallel world!" The Pope said absentmindedly.

Wu Xiaode did not speak.

All the congregations around him chanted spells against the staff in unison.

The majestic holy light that is almost penetrating the sky appears from the void, condensing into a giant hammer of holy light dozens of meters long, with the scepter as the end of the handle of the giant hammer, standing quietly in the dark sky.

Wu Xiaode put one hand in his pocket, raised his scepter in the other, and said with a smile:

"Sorry, my hammer seems to be bigger than yours."

The Pope said: "You—"

Before he finished speaking, the giant hammer of Shengmang in Wu Xiaode's hand had already been smashed down!

The Pope hurriedly resisted with the Hammer of Saint Mang in his hand.

However, the Hammer of Saint Mang in his hand is only a few meters high, and its power is limited, and the hammer on the opposite side is condensed by dozens of powerful professionals.

The two sides are not on the same level at all!

Boom—

The entire arena was smashed into powder, and disappeared in an instant.

Void flashed.

The world disappeared.

Wu Xiaode found himself and the Pope back in the square in front of the Holy Church.

The Pope lay on the ground, dying.

The Pope grabbed the stone floor with both hands, and said sternly, "Why? Why do you have the effect of so many congregations!"

"God feeds on all living beings. After you die, ask God. If it doesn't eat you, maybe you will know the answer." Wu Xiaode said.

He thought for a second, then sighed: "Well, I'm soft-hearted, I'll tell you the answer directly."

He turned the scepter in his hand at will, lowered his voice, and said in a secret tone:

"As for me, the **** who promises to feed you—"

"As soon as it heard that it had something to eat, it didn't hesitate to lend me the power of the scepter."

The Pope stared at him with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Wu Xiaode's expression suddenly turned cold.

"Let's get down to business."

He raised the scepter and hung it over the Pope's head and said, "You sacrificed countless people to the ladder, but you must have never known what it was like."

A red glow appeared on the scepter.

There was a tremor in the ground.

The Pope's face changed greatly, he spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "Kill me!"

"Do your part for the coming of God, Pope, isn't this your belief?" Wu Xiaode said.

The voice did not fall.

A long black hand stretched out from the ground.

They grabbed the Pope's limbs and torso one after another, and immediately dragged him into the ground.

"Kill me! Wu Xiaode, I beg you once, I don't want to be part of the ladder!"

The Pope roared hysterically.

Wu Xiaode leaned down and said in his ear, "Think of the people who were sacrificed by you."

"I know it's wrong, I know it! Don't sacrifice me to the ladder - that's not what life should bear!"

The Pope panted: "You can't be like our holy religion, Wu Xiaode, then what's the difference between you and me!"

Wu Xiaode squatted in front of him, patted his shoulder with understanding, and said:

"As for those of us who hang out on the streets, we are usually very cowardly and afraid of causing trouble, but when we really decide to fight, we will do it until you die."

"Before there was a massacre in the village, and then there was the death of the entire hospital. If I didn't kill you, I would feel bad."

He sighed and rambled on:

"So I won't spare you, please forgive me."

"As compensation, I'm going to tell you something—"

"Your kingdom, I will destroy it today."

"The grievances between you and me are now written off."

"The green hills will not change, the green water will flow forever, we will see you in the rivers and lakes."

The dense black hands stretched out, grabbed the Pope, and dragged him into the depths of the ground in his desperate roar.

The Pope's voice faded away.

After a few breaths.

The surroundings returned to quiet.

Wu Xiaode was still fascinated by the soft soil on the ground.

One by one bishops, cardinals, and patriarchs came out of the darkness.

They stood in a circle around Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode didn't look up, just said: "Go, kill the people around you, then mobilize them to kill the people around you, and keep killing them until all the believers are killed."

"Yes."

Everyone responded and walked into the darkness.

The white tiger appeared quietly.

"I know all the experiences of ghosts, so I have something to remind you." It said.

"What?" Wu Xiaode said.

"There are too many believers, all over the country. Even Fuxi has many hidden believers. I'm afraid they can't kill them cleanly in one night." Bai Hu said.

"Find someone who can talk." Wu Xiaode said.

A patriarch emerged from the darkness and stood before him.

"It's 2:15 in the morning, can we still hold a press conference?" Wu Xiaode said.

"No problem, what news are you going to release?" the Patriarch said.

"According to the Pope's last words, he received an oracle and asked all believers to express their loyalty."

"The general content is—"

"Go to death yourself, to do this is to be a faithful believer of God;"

"If you can't do it, your beliefs are not firm, you are deemed unqualified to become a saint, you will immediately be revoked as a believer and withdraw from the saint, and you will be the enemy of the saint from now on."

"This is basically what it means. As for how to say it specifically, how to express it~www.mtlnovel.com~ You gods should be more foolish than me."

"There must be a resolution at dawn."

"Yes." The Patriarch said.

"Do it." Wu Xiaode said.

The Patriarch retreated into the darkness and disappeared quietly.

Bai Hu listened silently on the side, then licked his paws and said, "My merit is almost at hand."

"I guess it will take a while to kill." Wu Xiaode said.

"There will be no new twists and turns in this matter. I already feel that there is merit to come to you and me." Bai Hu said.

As soon as it finished speaking, the Book of the Undead was opened.

Lines of small ice crystal words appeared on the page:

"The commission is about to be completed."

"You paid 1 point of merit."

"The White Tiger didn't accept your soul power, because it has gained a lot of merit, and decided that your soul power is not worth taking."

"You got the merit it gave you."

"Current remaining merit: 5."

Wu Xiaode looked at the white tiger.

I saw that Bai Hu had squinted his eyes in satisfaction, and said in a low voice, "This commission is really worth it."

Chapter end