Chapter 67: Jumping the Pope repeatedly! ~ Ask for a monthly ticket~)
Horizontal slash?!
He was stunned for a moment, and then his face was filled with shock and anger.
You lied to God!
How could such a sword just cut horizontally!
However, He could not say any more words. His 'descended' body was completely broken at this moment and was no longer enough to support His continued existence.
However, before returning, he stared at Avant with his eyes.
I will be back!
Just wait for me!
He conveyed this message with his eyes.
Not a threat.
But He will really do it.
Avant, who was wearing a mask, responded to the other party calmly with his eyes.
Snap!
With the sound of shattering porcelain, the body of the Pope's minister was completely shattered. No blood was scattered, but crystal-like powder was scattered all over the floor.
The holy white color disappears directly.
Dots of scarlet returned to the bones on the ground again.
Only a little twisted breath began to rise slowly into the sky.
Avant 'looked' at this distortion, and took in a breath slowly again, very slowly, just like before.
Then……
The long sword was immediately unsheathed!
Clang!
The sword flashed.
The sword is sheathed.
That twisted aura suddenly dispersed.
He threatened him.
How could he let the other person leave so easily.
"mortal!"
"How dare you kill a god!"
"Do you know what you did?"
In the loose breath, the voice echoed in Avant's mind like thunder, and at the same time, a huge figure that towered over the sky began to appear in Avant's mind.
He looked down upon Avant.
"Originally, you still had a chance to live."
"But now?"
"You are really asking for your own death!"
With that said, the giant stretched out his hand and grabbed Avant.
The palm covered the sky and the sun in Avant's field of vision, and a breath of destruction rushed towards his face.
"Do you really think you can kill a god?"
"We have long been an existence that you don't understand."
"In our eyes...you are worse than ants."
boom!
With such a verdict, the giant's palm pressed down hard.
The earth trembled, and it could even be said that the sky was falling apart.
Avant disappeared.
Giant can confirm.
Therefore, He became even more disdainful.
"Although we lost a little, it is good to obtain such a powerful body. This is much stronger than the previous 'container'. The next step is to collect more sacrifices..."
The giant muttered to himself.
However, His voice soon stopped abruptly.
Because, a sharp breath condensed in front of Him.
The next moment, Avant appeared.
Avant, who was not wearing the Nite Owl mask, looked enlightened.
"Is this your power?"
"interesting."
As he said this, he raised his right hand, with his middle and index fingers straight, his ring finger and little finger clasped inwards, his thumb pressed on the first knuckle of his ring finger, and then thrust out directly.
Can't see anything special.
The giant didn't feel threatened either.
Then, the giant shattered again.
Just like the previous horizontal slash.
This time it's
"Straight thrust?"
He asked blankly.
"no."
Avant shook his head, curiosity appeared on his face, waiting for Avant's answer, but Avant said calmly: "This is: sword pointing. Straight thrust."
The giant's eyes widened and he looked at Avant angrily.
He thought this was an insult to Him.
He was about to roar angrily subconsciously.
but……
Snap!
He was broken.
Different from the previous shattering, this time everything that He entered here was shattered.
"'god'?"
"What's the difference from those whose eyes are blinded by greed?"
"More..."
"Unbearable."
With these words, Avant's consciousness returned to his body.
There was no joy or excitement on his face behind the mask.
It seems that killing a god is normal for him.
In fact, this is also the case.
He believed that his sword could kill ordinary people, and he also believed that his sword could kill gods.
Because, in Avant's view, that god is really just like an ordinary person.
There is no difference except that it is stronger.
Moreover, my heart is even more twisted.
In his conscious space, he could clearly feel this, and to confirm, he even took a hard blow from the other party.
Such a blow was enough for Avant to understand what kind of existence the other party was.
Greedy to the point of distortion.
He has no sense, looks sober, but is actually...a madman.
Completely driven by instinct.
Such an existence is really quite terrifying.
Especially when they are in a group.
Avant raised his head involuntarily and looked at the sky.
There are more guys like this out there.
Should he go and kill these guys?
Otherwise, I always feel uncomfortable being stared at by these guys.
That's it for him.
What if these guys target Esther?
What if Esther gets married to that lady Jennifer, gives birth to eleven or two children, and is also targeted?
What if they shamelessly destroy the peace of 'Sizhuo'?
no!
I can't afford such a loss!
I am not afraid of revenge, but not my relatives!
They are too weak!
so……
They must be driven out and killed!
Otherwise I will have trouble sleeping and eating!
Thinking of this, the face behind Avant's mask became serious, his gaze became even sharper, and a sword intent soared into the sky.
The sword intention did not collapse, but continued to condense!
Under the moonlight, this sword intention was like a real sword, stabbing straight into the sky.
Ah, ah!
Screams echoed in the sky.
But to ordinary people's ears, it is the sound of thunder.
Several indescribable shadows quickly disappeared into the sky.
Avant frowned.
His sword worked, but it didn't meet expectations because... someone blocked it.
Avant turned his head and looked at the woods to the side.
An old man with a stooped body and gray hair appeared in a white robe. His footsteps were very slow, and his speed was much slower than the young man he appeared to be.
Cough, cough.
After taking just a few steps, the other party could no longer suppress it. After a cough, a dot of scarlet appeared on the other party's chest.
Then, with a plop, the opponent fell to the ground.
But even in this state, the other party was still looking at the sky piously.
"Do not disrespect 'God'."
“Everything we have is given by ‘God’.”
"We should be grateful."
As he said that, the other party bowed respectfully towards the night sky.
"Hawthorne!"
Avant's voice turned cold.
Hawthorne, Pope of the Temple.
The evaluation of this pope by various forces is quite high.
Because most people recognize the fact that the other party has preserved the 'temple' and allowed the 'temple' to continue.
Even, in some respects, it can be said that without Hawthorne, there would be no "temple" in the new century.
And Avant had an extraordinary understanding of the Hawthorne in front of him.
He would not believe that Hawthorn was a man of true faith.
Even if there is...
Nor can it be God.
And the reason for this attitude?
The other party is just pretending to follow the trend.
The other party took his sword.
The body is already on the verge of being broken.
As for why the other party did this?
Avant looked at the night sky that had returned to calm again, and the sneer on his lips became even colder.
"The way you look makes me sick."
Avant said calmly.
"Just because that makes you gag?"
"You haven't seen anything that really makes you sick."
"Avent, do you want to meet me?"
Hawthorn asked with a smile.
"No."
Avant shook his head simply.
"Look, you always reject me like this."
"It was."
"It is now."
"I just... hope you won't regret it in the future."
The contemporary pope of the 'Temple' just sat on the ground and looked at Avant, with a smile on his old face, as if he was talking to a friend, and his tone was relaxed and full of enthusiasm.
"future?"
"Are you sure you can see my future?"
"Are you sure that you are still the real you?"
Avant sarcastically said.
"certainly!"
"I'm sure and sure!"
"Otherwise, why do you think I would agree to Lawrence's proposal?"
"He wants revenge on Edmund."
"What does it have to do with me?"
"Destroy the city full of 'heresies'?"
"Hahaha!"
"Stop joking!"
"Angcheng is a very nice city I have seen, and it is also the city I have most longed for. 'Heretic'?"
"Nonsense."
Hawthorne, the contemporary pope, said this, words that were enough to subvert the 'Temple'.
His laughter was full of teasing, more of a sarcasm.
For more than ten seconds, Hawthorn laughed until he was out of breath, and then the laughter stopped.
He touched the soil beside his legs, with memories on his face.
"That one chose to live in seclusion here."
"The soil here attracted the One."
"But these soils are so ordinary in my hands."
"Why do you think it is?"
Hawthorn asked Avant.
Avant stared at the other person, and after a few seconds, he showed a slightly contemptuous expression.
"You'll never understand."
"When you send a part of yourself there, you'll never understand."
"You just become them."
"Then, it gets twisted."
Avant stated the facts in a cold voice.
"There?"
"What's wrong?"
Hawthorn pointed at the night sky, and then raised his palm a little higher to clearly indicate that he was pointing to a higher position.
Then, the contemporary pope continued.
"I used to be devout and believed that God was omnipotent and omniscient."
"until……"
"That one appears!"
"He 'ended' the old century with one punch."
"He punched the new century."
"When the mushroom cloud rose into the sky, I knew what I should do."
"He became my target!"
"But, my talent is so poor that I can't see his back at all, so... I chose a method that suits me."
"The me you are talking about may not be me. How could I make such a small mistake?"
"I've been prepared."
The contemporary pope said and stood up.
He slowly patted the dirt on his body, and then clapped his hands.
Snap, snap.
With a crisp sound, a set of walnut furniture appeared.
They consist of three parts, a table, a high-backed chair and an ornate office chair.
Hawthorn sat on the high-backed chair and picked up the quill pen on the table with ease, and began to write something on the paper that looked like human skin.
"are you sure?"
Distorted sounds came from the office chair.
Hawthorne laughed.
"certainly."
"Why else would I rebuild the 'Temple'?"
"Isn't it just for this deal?"
"Sacrificing everything to the 'temple' I created does not include 'I' in any sense. Helping me in that place is still me!"
Hawthorn said clearly.
"Deal done!"
The distorted sound falls.
The entire set of furniture disappeared.
Exhausted, Hawthorn simply fell to the ground again.
He looked up at Avant.
Then, he lowered his voice.
He spoke at a volume that only two people could hear.
"How about we make a deal too?"
"Well, according to what young people say nowadays, you need someone..."
