She sat upright in the void, and an invisible majesty cleared everything in the hall with the arrival of "him".

The main hall was originally the realm of the Pope, and it was sacred and peaceful. As the core of the Holy Church, the main hall radiated the holy light day and night, and the hall was even more of a bright world with the holy light burning eyes.

Even though the Pope summoned the Netherland through the way of boundaries in the Oasis City, the holy light in the hall only weakened a little, and what really changed all this was the moment when Xu Lingling sat up.

As his will arrive at the hall, whether it is the holy light or the underworld, even the excess sounds are dispersed. The hall returns to calm, and even the light cannot be noisy.

This is the majesty of God, it is the majesty of God.

I have already appeared in the world, and all the people come to celebrate together.

"Oh? Where is this?"

Xu Lingling's voice sounds very nice, because her voice is elegant and dignified, gentle and clear, and there is a spring breeze in her ears. But now, a rare majestic sentence is issued from her mouth.

Any words, through his mouth, are majestic.

But now the sound was a bit inconsistent, and even the owner of the voice was surprised by his current moment. He subconsciously covered his mouth, and then he saw a pair of white hands.

The girl's hands... His hands were also white, but it was obviously not like this. Then he looked down and saw a curtain of skirt...

Even if it was him, he had to...shake it for this moment. Xu Lingling, or his body trembled violently, and even ripples appeared in the void to maintain his posture of floating in the void.

"Are you surprised?" The pope smiled and still maintained the kneeling and support as necessary etiquette.

Xu Lingling stretched out her hand, and water dew condensed on her fingertips, and then gradually formed a mirror, which reflected the perfect cheek, a face that anyone should be satisfied with.

But he didn't. He waved his hand and threw the mirror out, hitting a pillar in the hall, smashing the pillar.

"Ah, woman." He said so.

The Pope still observed Xu Lingling's every move with excitement and respect. Although Xu Lingling became extremely uncivilized at this moment, he lifted his skirt and crossed his legs in the air, which was a comfortable sitting position for him.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?" He leaned his head and looked at the hall curiously. This was the first time this way appeared. This was indeed a novel way in his opinion. Although he was "wearing women" once, he didn't mind this person's innovation.

"My Lord..." The Pope was excited and finally could talk to God who had been pursuing for decades, with a tremolo in his words.

"Stop, don't use respect, say something, and leave the court without any trouble. Although I am not busy, I am not very free." He pinched the Pope's words.

"Then..." the pope continued.

"Okay, I know what you want to say." Xu Lingling raised his hand and made a "stop" move. Then he jumped out of the air and walked around the pope.

The pope didn't know what he meant, so he had to keep his kneeling position, careful and frightened.

"Do you think you... have served me for so long, and you should have some reward?" He pondered the word, thinking about it, and felt that the word "serving" was OK.

He controlled Xu Lingling's body and also had the memory in front of this body. So he walked in the pace of Xu Lingling, which was a bit awkward, but it was still interesting. There were not many things that made him feel "interesting" these days, so he continued to walk.

"…yes." The Pope answered truthfully.

"What do you want?" he asked.

Xu Lingling continued to walk around the Pope, becoming more and more skillful, as if the will in the body was Xu Lingling dominating. He quickly adapted to this pace and made new attempts. He began to dance intoxicating dance around the Pope, with elegant steps and fluttering skirts. The sunshine that slid from his skirt to his feet carved his more beautiful calves.

The pope was bewitching. He was intoxicated by Xu Lingling's beauty for the first time. Xu Lingling was the most beautiful in his heart at this moment. She was the most beautiful person in the world. He was the most noble existence in the world. The combination of the two made him immersed in it and it was difficult for him to come back to his senses.

So the Pope did not give an answer, half of it was not answered, he did not dare to ask God, but half of it was because he had not come back to his senses.

"Then I give you a few more years to live." This time, his voice was no longer majestic, it was more like the sound made by Xu Lingling, with the childishness of a girl and his naughty this time.

"No thanks." He continued to speak first, pretending to answer the Pope's gratitude.

Of course the Pope would not thank this kind of grace. He came back to his senses and finally realized that the one who stood in Xu Lingling's body in front of him was not only the god he had believed in for many years, but also a demon.

The pope felt ashamed and angry. He was teased by that man again. At this moment, the respect for Xu Lingling in front of him, or the will in Xu Lingling's body, was completely vented. The dissatisfaction that had accumulated for many years was aroused and angry. At this moment, he was completely vented.

"You... a liar!" The pope yelled, the wound on his back healed, and the broken knife completely slid down at this moment, just as he caught it, and turned into his weapon.

Xu Lingling didn't care about the pope's roar, he was still dancing. The dance steps had a fascinating rhythm, seductive and charming all living beings. He confused the Pope's eyes for a moment, and he easily avoided the Pope's slashes.

The knife was never a weapon suitable for the Pope, not to mention that it was just a broken knife. But this time, the Pope did not take out his scepter because he felt it was unnecessary. He had successfully pulled God from his temple into his world (the temple of God, the world of the Pope). The boundaries of this world will automatically suppress and reject forces above it. In other words, he has lost his position in Xu Lingling's body and is no longer a god.

This is the home court of the pope, this is not a temple, or this is the temple of his pope. He wants to kill God with God's gifts and blind God's eyes with God's eyes. He wants to prove to God that Zhao Fu is a wrong choice, and this mistake will be corrected by him.

As the Pope said in his speech, the one sitting in the temple is God, and the one standing outside the temple is demon, so now they are all demons. He left the temple, and the Pope has already stood outside the temple.

As long as he is killed here, he will not be able to go back, the temple will be vacant, and the Pope will naturally become the next god.

This is the Pope's ambition, the bloody and savage god he understood from that darkness.

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I am still thinking about how to hit me in the next chapter. There are a lot of "he" in this chapter. I tried my best to separate the Pope and him because neither of them planned to name orz, and then I felt that the effect was not very good...

I predict here that the influence between "women's clothing" is becoming more and more powerful, and the fields are becoming more and more wide, and "women's clothing" will soon appear in the classification and elements. If you see it, please be sure to turn this chapter out to increase my popularity.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!