No matter how many extraordinary abilities there are in the Silver Moon Kingdom, they are not as good as the combination of the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom of Storm.

All the paladins, bishops, pastors, and servants under Pope Abraham were sent out, and it was difficult for them to withstand the opponent's rapid offensive.

Unfortunately, Bishop Att Sfilan, who is most optimistic about the spell casting ability, lost contact, otherwise, he might not have a chance to stabilize the situation with the God Guard Armstrong...

"Has Sfilan...betrayed the Holy See?"

Abraham sat alone on his golden seat, lowered his eyes and sighed, leaning on a golden scepter with both hands.

This was made of high-purity gold when he first founded the Silver Moon Vatican, and he also applied a lot of light magic to brighten, which allowed people to see its brilliant outline from afar.

Later, Abraham's strength became stronger and stronger, and he entered the realm of legend, so he no longer needed to use such a gadget to show his identity.

Because no matter where he goes, it will definitely be the focus of everyone's bowing down, and it doesn't matter whether he holds a scepter or not.

He himself is the incarnation of the God of Light, representing the pinnacle of the world!

Now, Abraham took out this scepter again.

From the day he lost to Wang Hui, the magic power that almost collapsed in his body was declining day by day.

The body is aging faster and faster, as if it is not leaning on something in its hands, and it is even a problem whether it can stand firm.

The golden seats are still noble, and the scepter that has been covered with dust for many years is still dazzling.

But the Pope is no longer the former Pope.

The moment the god grabbed the sun with his hand, Abraham's spirit developed a crack.

Where is the God of Light he believes in?

The power of the sun, which the Holy See, is so vulnerable!

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Abraham had doubts about his belief for the first time.

Does the [Sacred Touch] on the forehead prove that it is proved that there is no god of light in the world?

Has he been deceiving himself?

"The god said that he was here to retrieve his own things, and the so-called inherited holy objects... are they just the temporary existence of God in my place?

Since I gave it to me, why should I take it back...Isn't I doing well enough?

Since I was destined to take it back, why did I give it to me at the beginning?

It makes me think I am extremely special... It's so sad! It's ridiculous!"

Abraham slowly raised his face and looked out the sky outside the window.

Through the clouds, you can vaguely see the position of the sun.

The sun is still so bright and warm, but it can no longer bring him any sense of intimacy.

"Although Belmou died, he was at least exposed to the truth of the world before his death and saw the scenery outside the clouds.

And what have I been doing for so many years?

If I try it a little longer, I might be able to reach the other end of the cloud and witness the true appearance of the gods..."

Abraham was sighing sadly, and there was a loud bang in front of him, and the main entrance of the church was broken by a burly man holding a spear!

"Pope! Death!"

Hu Yanlongzhuo stared fiercely at the Pope sitting in the main seat.

He had seen the Pope several times from afar when he was confronting north of the Yongge Mountains.

At that time, Abraham was tall and had a hazy face that was difficult to peek. He could use extremely powerful magic with just a few words, and even the divine servant could not successfully approach him!

But now, even if you sit in a gold seat covered with gems and hold a brilliant scepter that symbolizes the highest status, it is difficult to show off your past majesty.

The only thing that caught my eye was an old man who was like a candle in the wind, with an ordinary appearance, with a slightly bent waist and back, as if he would die if he fell down...

But the mortal enemy is the mortal enemy! Hu Yanlongzhuo would never feel any pity just because the other party looked miserable.

"Bastard Pope! I will never stop until you die!"

Abraham's memory of life was interrupted and his expression was a little unhappy.

He looked at Hu Yanlongzhuo for a few glances, frowned and said, "I don't even know who you are."

"Then let you know me now!"

Hu Yanlongzhuo was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he strode forward and pointed it at the Pope's heart and stabbed it with a spear!

call out!!

Take an angry move, and one blow is all your strength!

The harsh sound of breaking the air from the Snake Spear was heard, and it was approaching the enemy's vital points in a blink of an eye!

"retreat."

Abraham habitually used his best [Holy Word], and his invisible pressure hit the invading enemy!

Hu Yan Longzhuo's quick-moving steps stopped, his facial features were twisted as if he was suffering a great pain.

Bang!

His foot stepped out into a shallow pit on the floor tiles, stabilizing his body and forcibly shaking his arms, and suddenly sent the stopped snake spear forward!

puff…

The spear tip pierced Abraham's chest. He looked down in surprise and saw the collar of blood-red.

How could a reckless man who is weaker than the God Guard Armstrong?

The pain in the wound awakened Abraham.

He did not misjudgment the strength of the enemy, but misjudgment his own strength.

"I'm... no longer a legend?"

Abraham showed bitterness on his face and said another word in his mouth: "Punishment!"

Heavy pressure came out of thin air, and Hu Yanlongzhuo was pressed to bend his knees, gritting his teeth and holding on without kneeling, but he was unable to break free for a while.

Abraham continued to cast his magic: "Spirit!"

The sunlight outside the window was attracted to his body if it was pulled by a strange magnetic field, and the wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Seeing Hu Yanlongzhuo stretching out the constraints of [Holy Word: Punishment], he thrust the spear again, Abraham concentrated and whispered: "Shield!"

A mini version of the [Holy Light Curtain Wall] eggshell-like light curtain covers him, which is [Mantra: Shield]!

Bang!

As Abraham's strength continued to decline, this shield did not show the defensive power it should have, and it was hit with a spider-web-like crack!

He had to continue to perform the art immediately: "Ren!"

The old man quickly became strong and upright. When the snake spear shattered the light cover and fell on Abraham's shoulder, he could not slash and bleeding!

"cough…"

He was not injured by Hu Yanlongzhuo, but was shocked by his continuous surgery and could not help but open his mouth and cough out a bunch of blood.

"Go to die!!"

Hu Yanlongzhuo seized the opportunity and kicked Abraham down with a heavy kick, clenched his spear with both hands and stabbed him down fiercely!

"Bright..."

Abraham tried to cast the spell again, but his movements were inexplicably interrupted.

Does he still have "light" now?

Puff!

The spearhead was deeply pierced through the chest, and a large amount of blood splashed, causing the golden seat to be coated with a layer of shrill red...

"Mr. Longzhuo! Don't be impulsive!"

"We'll help you! Longzhuo, you..."

At this moment, Nalan Huaishu and Zuo Qiuping, who were ordered to support, ran into the church, with their expressions stunned.

At the end of the vision, Abraham was nailed to death on the Pope's golden throne by the spear of the serpent.

The scepter in his hand was still emitting a dazzling light.

Hu Yan Longzhuo, who stood on the handrail of the golden seat, raised his face to the two of them, so that the warm tears from the corners of his eyes would flow down.
Chapter completed!