When these words came to his lips, Pope St. George swallowed them back alive. The way he looked at Sean was like looking at a ghost, a ghost who could see through people's hearts.
In front of Sean, he fully realized what it means to say too much will lead to mistakes.
If you say one yourself, the other party will be able to deduce three, or even four, five, or six based on the two you have mastered.
Once you ask a rhetorical question, you are undoubtedly admitting the correctness of the other person's speculation.
"I understand." Sean showed an understanding smile.
"What did you understand? I didn't say anything!" Pope St. George said angrily.
"His Majesty the Pope, please keep silent. It means that you don't want to reveal more useful information to me. This means that my previous speculation is correct."
Sean, however, persisted in trying to find out more useful information from Pope St. George, "Your angel army uses energy projection, but it is also because of helplessness. If you want the true body to come, you must have something like this."
A safe plane passage in front of you.
Although the energy channel in front of you is connected to hell, it will still be beneficial to you to some extent. It will at least make the situation between the two planes more stable and the distance closer, making it easier for the energy projection of your angel army to come.
The ability to project energy should not be unique to you angels, those powerful demons should be able to do it.
It seems that we need to make preparations for this in the future.
I have to admit that in terms of the use of energy, especially personal cultivation, the people in your hometown are far ahead of us, but if you want to rely on these, you want to annex our home, that is impossible."
"I need to correct you here. Using force to start a plane war and annexing other planes is what demons and devils do. Our Gods have never approved of this approach and spare no effort to help other planes.
This war did not just start now, it has been going on for thousands, even tens of thousands of years.
Otherwise, why do you think the belief in the God of Truth can take root and grow in this plane?
Why has this plane survived several plane wars and continues to this day?" Pope St. George corrected him.
"Your Excellency, the Pope, is that these are all your fault?" Sean did not directly deny what Pope St. George said.
Judging from the many historical signs that I have mastered, the two planes have indeed been entangled for a long time, and even plane wars of varying scales have broken out.
Maybe the real situation is exactly what Pope St. George said.
Even if what Pope St. George said is true, it does not represent their true purpose, which is as bright as what he said.
They also have ulterior motives, and it can even be called another form of colonization.
Wait until everyone is brainwashed by their beliefs and become their brainless followers.
When the time comes, they can make the other party give up their plane with just one command.
"Although this is also due to the hard work of the residents at that time, our God race did play an indelible role in it. It was we who guided them on how to defeat the group of demons from hell." Pope St. George showed a reserved and proud expression.
smile.
"Then we have to rely on the power of His Holiness the Pope and your True God this time. I wonder how to deal with this space crack in front of us? Can you please ask your True God to help before it causes more damage and sends more demons in?
, close it up?" Sean ranted on Pope St. George.
"This really can't be done." A hint of embarrassment flashed across Pope St. George's face, "You have also seen the condition of the space crack. It must be opened in the deepest part of the bottomless abyss, where are the top powerhouses of the demons.
, once the true god comes there, before the location of the space crack is found, a divine war will break out between the two sides."
"Wouldn't it be better to break out a divine war? The gods helped us attract the attention of the demons, so they would have no power to invade our plane." Sean suggested sinisterly.
"It's a beautiful idea, but you have far underestimated the power of divine warfare and our strength in facing the enemy." Pope St. George said with a hint of pride and disdain on his face, "You
I feel that the plane we are in now is huge, but on the plane of true God, it is just a small corner.
Let's put it this way, there are eighteen levels of hell and nine levels of heaven. The area of each level is no smaller than this continent. What is invading us now is only one of the eighteen levels of hell. If there is an all-out divine war, even if
Even if it is slightly affected, this plane may become ruins, either sinking into hell or being absorbed by heaven."
As long as Pope St. George opens his mouth, he will fall into Sean's trap and reveal useful information unconsciously.
There is no way, who makes Sean's understanding of his enemies really limited.
A lot of information from Pope St. George is just common sense, but when it comes to him, it is useful information.
Only this time, the information that Pope St. George unknowingly revealed was a bit shocking.
The strength of the enemy they faced this time was far beyond their imagination.
According to Pope St. George, the other plane itself is not a simple three-dimensional plane. It is in a multi-dimensional state. It is layered in layers. There are enough 27 floors above and below. The area of each layer is not
Smaller than the Ashan continent.
The strength level between the two sides is too disparate.
As a limited top figure in the Ashan Continent, he has already worked hard and thought hard for the upcoming plane war, and he can't wait to mobilize all the manpower and material resources in the entire plane.
But the other party regarded it as a common occurrence and placed the importance of the struggle for power between different camps above this plane war.
To be more precise, they regard this plane war as their newly opened battlefield.
Pope St. George and the angel shadow behind him are just a vanguard and a chess piece in the divine camp.
It's just that this chess piece has its own ideas. It wants to take advantage of this plane war to strengthen itself and even join the ranks of true gods.
This kind of contrast in strength that is revealed inadvertently is the most terrifying thing.
This realization allowed Sean to make adjustments in his mind even unconsciously, adjusting his views on Pope St. George and the Angel Shadow and future decisions that might involve them.
Don't kill them easily unless absolutely necessary.
Because they are just pawns, the really powerful one is the protoss behind them.
Killing them won't solve any problems.
I believe it won't be long before the forces behind them will send other spokespersons to deal with things here.
Compared to the new spokesperson who has no clue about the situation, Pope St. George, who is already familiar with him and has selfish motives, is more beneficial to them.
After understanding this truth, Sean's previously sarcastic face suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only a gentle and friendly smile, "The enemy of your enemy is your friend. You don't want to see your enemies becoming more powerful. We
You don't want to see your homeland fall into hell. Both parties have common interests. It is not convenient for you to reveal your own information. It is convenient for these demons to reveal it, right? For example, these eighteen levels of hell? For example, the big demon who fought with us before,
What level are they at? Are there many in number? Are there any demons more powerful than them?"
"Want to share information?" Pope St. George looked at Sean with evil intentions and said, "It's not impossible, but there is no free lunch in the world. Your Excellency, don't you want to have a free lunch with me and take it away for free?
"
"What is freeloading? Didn't I just say it? We have the same interests in dealing with these demons. We help you block or even consume the strength of the demons. Isn't it the greatest help to you Gods?
" Sean said righteously.
"I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen anyone as shameless as the lord. You are completely changing the concept. We are obviously helping your plane. When did you turn into helping us? You need to figure it out.
One thing, if your plane falls, it will affect the life and death of everyone in your plane. As for the Gods, a small deviation in the balance of strength will not affect the overall situation." I was stimulated by Sean's shameless face.
Pope St. George couldn't help but reveal his true inner thoughts.
Under the influence of the angel's shadow, he no longer regarded himself as a member of the mortals, but had returned to the divine race.
I'm afraid he doesn't value the distinction between planes, but the upper and lower planes as he mentioned before.
From the very beginning, he placed his own plane under the other's, and even regarded his own plane as a part of the other's.
He regards entering another plane to survive as a reward and honor. Naturally, he can give up the plane where he was born and raised at will.
This can be seen as another form of invasion.
The demons' methods are more sophisticated and their invasion starts earlier.
Let the parties involved not feel that they have been invaded, but instead feel grateful to them.
"Your Majesty the Pope is wrong to say that. Small losses often determine big success or failure. What's more, what is related to this is not only the gains and losses of the gods, but the most important thing is your own, Your Majesty the Pope. If the power of the devil is encountered in our plane,
When it comes to a severe setback, who do you think should get the credit?"
Sean didn't give Pope St. George any time to think, "Don't think about it. Of course it's you, the Pope. Will this affect your future status among the gods?
In my opinion, His Holiness the Pope’s future does not lie with the Gods, but still in our plane.”
Seeing Pope St. George's thoughtful look, Sean kept up his efforts and said with a sharp tongue: "Think about it, according to you, there are so many powerful people in the God Clan. If the Pope throws himself into it, he will be killed in a minute.
If you are drowned, no one will take you seriously.
But if there is a powerful plane behind you as support, the situation will change. If my prediction is correct, among the most powerful true gods and demons in your plane, they will definitely control one or two planes.
Even if it’s no good, you should have a vast territory of your own and a large group of staunch supporters.”
"Only demons who control one plane are qualified to be called an army of demons." Pope St. George nodded involuntarily. Although Sean made many lies, he had to say that the last one really spoke to his heart.
Already.
The interests of the gods are important, but they are far less supreme than their own interests.
At critical moments, the interests of the gods can be abandoned for their own interests.
Not to mention that what they did was not against the overall interests of the Gods.
Seeing that St. George's expression was a little soft and his tone was a little loose, Sean was secretly happy and continued: "People should take a longer view. Don't be blinded by our current conflict. Regarding the information about the devil, can the Pope
Share it?"
"Well, this needs to be discussed in the long term." When it came to substantive issues, Pope St. George immediately started talking official again. Reaching a consensus on the attitude towards dealing with demons was still a consensus. Intelligence sharing was another matter.
This cunning bastard has made up his mind to wait for the rabbit but not the hawk, and he has to exchange the information in his hands for something.
Sean cursed in his heart, just hide it like a treasure. Soon, I will make the information in your hands as worthless as rubbish. Don't even think about taking away anything useful from me.
Seeing that Pope St. George was preparing to use the information he had as a bargaining chip, he wanted to obtain actual benefits from his own hands.
Sean decided not to continue the entanglement, but changed his mind and obtained useful information from other places.
I hope there is something useful in these demon souls, especially the big demon whose demon horn he just broke off, which is undoubtedly the best source of information.
Judging from the strength that the opponent has just shown, even among demons, the opponent should not be a nobody.
The biggest problem now is how to extract the soul of this big demon alive.
The big devil's short-distance teleportation skill just now is too evil and it is difficult to trap it.
Not to mention, the repeated destruction by Pope St. George and Sean just now has completely shocked it, and I'm afraid he won't be able to emerge from the magma easily again.
This matter can only be left to the future, and we can slowly figure out a solution.
"Now that the situation has been confirmed, Your Holiness, is there any good way? For example, repairing the space crack in front of you?" Sean made his own little calculation while making this last attempt, trying to find something useful from Pope St. George.
something.
"This is beyond the scope of human power. Even if the true god is here, there is nothing he can do. The passage between the two planes has been formed. This will become the intersection between the two planes. The entire plane will press in this direction, further tearing it apart.
By splitting the space here, even if those demons do nothing, within a few years, their armies will be able to freely enter and exit here.
Not to mention that when those demons get the chance, they will definitely use all their strength to build their own army gathering gate here, and even build their own fortress." Pope St. George has already expressed the intention to leave, "I need to know the information now.
I have almost mastered it, and I am going back to the Holy Mountain to make preparations. If the lord still wants information about the devil, we can sit down and discuss it in detail in the future. You know where to find me."