Divine Civilization

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"Boom!"

Finally, after a loud noise, the defense that St. Luke built alone was finally broken away by the false Pope Ignaz.

Looking at the gate of heaven hanging in the distant sky, Ignaz smiled excitedly.

"Behind the door is the Kingdom of God? Jie Jie, from today onwards, this Kingdom of God will belong to me, Ignaz!"

He has concluded that there can be no real gods behind the Kingdom of God, otherwise how could he not be suppressed by the gods if he made such a big fuss?

Since there is no god, hehe, then the Kingdom of God must be captured by him! All the relics of the God of Light once belonged to him!

Thinking so far, Ignaz raised his head and flew towards the gate of heaven hanging high in the sky.

In the Kingdom of God, Wu Hui rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that this Ignaz is really a native who has never seen the world, and he was dazzled by greed just after gaining some power.

You must know that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. What's more, level 9 demigods look at the stars and the sea, but it's just a drizzle, and even level 10 gods are just at the beginning, at most they can only call wind and rain in their own plane.

Although Wu Hui is weak now, he has inherited many memories and knowledge of the old Guangming God, and his knowledge is much higher than others.

"That's all, that's all." Wu Hui shook his head helplessly, who made him weak now and still in a state of recovery.

Since the false pope insisted on provoking him, the god, he could only choose to sacrifice a lot of divine power to let him experience the real divine power.

But just when Wu Hui was about to consume a lot of divine power and deal a heavy blow to the false pope, a pure and dazzling holy light suddenly rose from the ground in the distance.

Everyone was shocked and attracted by this beam of light, and they all turned their eyes to look. Even the false pope Ignaz and the archangel St. Luke in mid-air were attracted and temporarily stopped their movements.

At this moment, solemn and magnificent prayers that one could not help but reverence slowly came out from this beam of light.

"Great God of Light, I would like to use my most pious prayers in exchange for your mercy! I would abandon everything in the world in exchange for your favor..."

The sound of devout prayer seems to have some kind of magical power. When the sound of prayer sounds, the world seems to be quiet, and even the air seems to resonate and tremble with it.

"Yes, it is the old Pope Nassadr!"

"Wait, old, the old Pope is here, and he is performing... God's descent!"

Those who are familiar with the old Pope Nassadr naturally know the source of the prayer.

Especially as his adopted daughter Liliana, as well as the two former archbishops Edward and James, when they found out that the old pope was performing the divine descent technique, they couldn't help showing a tragic look.

Later, even the dark witch Judy, and the third prince Charles and other believers fell to their knees one after another. They were not only paying the highest respect to the old pope, but also helping the old pope to pray together.

Because this is a magical technique that needs to burn life, with the broken body of the old pope, I am afraid that there is no possibility of survival.

"What? God's descent? Is that old guy really not afraid of death?"

The pseudo-pope Nasadr, who was hanging high in the air, changed his expression on the spot when he saw the old pope who was performing a spell.

The divine descent technique is a top-level divine technique that only the popes, saintesses, and a limited number of red-clothed archbishops have the qualifications and ability to perform.

Its power lies in that it is not simply asking the gods to descend, but a technique that truly calls out the gods, communicates with the gods, and at the same time begs and borrows from the gods. As long as it is successful, basically anything can be solved.

How the god will help his believers, whether it is to send an army of angels, or lend a lot of divine power, so that the other party temporarily obtains the ability to drive the divine power, or even the god descends in person in the form of a clone, is actually possible.

It's just that although this magical technique of directly calling the gods is powerful, the price is extremely high. The casters must burn their vitality at the cost of their own lives in order to cast this kind of spell that conveys their own personality.

Under normal circumstances, a highly respected pope would age rapidly after the operation, and would abdicate in a short time, waiting for the end of his life.

Now the old Pope Nassadr is physically broken and his life is overdrawn. It seems that he will die before the end of the operation.

Thinking of this, the pseudo-pope Nassadr finally felt a little relieved.

And most importantly, are there still gods in this world? Without gods, even if the old Pope exhausted his life to perform the divine descent technique, so what?

"Hehehe, it's a waste of effort."

False Pope Ignaz floated high in the sky, and sneered coldly, "Nasadr, the God of Light has fallen, and there is no god. No matter how pious your divine descent technique is, what's the use of it?"

However, his ridicule was like a stone thrown into the water, without any response.

On the contrary, the solemn prayer of the old Pope Nassadr still continued to echo in the sky and the earth.

"Hmph! I don't know how to live or die!"

Ignaz's face was ashen, and he was a little angry. A fatuous old man who was half buried in the ground dared to ignore his power. He really wanted to die!

Ignaz slowly raised his right hand holding the artifact scepter, just about to give the old man a final fatal blow.

But at this moment, a more magnificent golden holy light suddenly descended from the sky, as if answering the old pope's prayer, it fell directly on him.

"How, how is it possible? Difficult, could it be..."

A chill hit the heart of the false pope Nasadr in an instant, and his face became extremely ugly at this moment.

Not only him, but the imperial emperor Carlos and the imperial army led by him in the valley, as well as the red archbishop Marne and the pseudo-Holy guard led by him, all widened their eyes at this moment and froze in place.

What are you kidding?

With the miraculous response, could it be that there is really a god behind the gate of heaven?

Could it be that the God of Light, who has been rumored to have fallen for a hundred years, has really returned?

Hearts were beating wildly, and the unstoppable chill began to spread rapidly in the hearts of everyone who tried to resist the gods.

"This old pope is really sincere, and his prayers have been granted."

Wu Hui sighed in the Kingdom of God and thought to himself, if he hadn't been worried about his only granddaughter, the old pope would probably not have compromised with the false pope even if he was tortured to death.

Now for atonement, for the majesty of the Guardian God, he would rather die in martyrdom than even his life, which moved Wu Hui somewhat.

I have to say that it is indeed very rare to have such an excellent Holy Spirit with firm beliefs like St. Luke and the old Pope. No wonder even the old God of Light, who used to sit on many planes and whose eyes were above the top, regards the Holy Spirit as a precious talent.

With the help of these holy spirits with firm beliefs and excellent abilities, Wu Hui's theocratic rule in the future will definitely be much easier.

Now the old Pope Nassadr begged Wu Hui to give him a chance of self-salvation, and Wu Hui naturally had no reason to refuse.

Wu Hui is also very happy to have the old pope to help get rid of the false pope, a blasphemer.

It's just a little embarrassing now that his current accumulated strength is not enough, and he doesn't have a stronger angel to send. Naturally, he, the God of Light who has not yet digested his godhood, can't show up in person.

So the only thing that can be given to him is the divine power that he, the God of Light, has accumulated continuously.

"Godhead, bestowed by divine power!"

Wu Hui wasn't stingy either, he was doing things for himself anyway, it's just that as soon as the idea was released, a hundred points of massive divine power were instantly transferred to the old pope in the lower realm.

However, there is no way to do this. Through the life-burning divine descent technique and Wu Hui's divine power, the old Pope Nasadr will temporarily gain the power to manipulate the gods, which is almost equivalent to the power of a 10th-level god.

It's just that the old Pope, whose body is broken and has little vitality left, probably won't last for three minutes under the temporary blessing of this state.

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Nether, valley.

With the disappearance of the majestic beam of light, the old Pope Nasadr, who was already seriously injured and dying, stood up again.

He exudes a peaceful and solemn golden light all over his body, his eyes have been filled with pure holy light, and the silver-white divine lines on his forehead have spread all over his body.

The majestic and profound divine power is slowly emanating from him, and the world seems to suddenly become solemn because of his presence. In this way, under the gazes of everyone on both sides, the enemy and us, he slowly flew into the air, like a real god, looking down at the sentient beings in the lower realm.

"My Lord! Praise my Lord!"

After seeing such a miracle, almost everyone at the scene knelt down on the ground subconsciously, facing the gate of heaven, and paid the highest respect to the God of Light and the old Pope who was favored by God, except for a few backbones of the empire and the pseudo-Holy See.

"No, no...it's impossible!"

The pseudo-pope Ignaz's eyes were in a daze, and the hand holding the artifact couldn't help shaking.

He didn't believe it. In order to take the opportunity to ascend to the God Realm, he had prepared for decades, how could he fall short in front of his eyes?

And hasn't the God of Light already fallen? He couldn't sense the slightest sign of the existence of the gods, but how did that old guy Nasadr do it?

Yes, it must be! These are all illusions! Behind the gate of heaven, there is no god at all!

"Lies! They are all lies! There is no god in this world!"

Unable to accept the reality in front of him, Ignaz glared furiously, turned around and rushed towards the gate of heaven, "Today I will expose the lies of you people, and I will prove that I, Ignaz, am the brand new God of Light." god!"

"Holy Word: Punishment!"

The old Pope Nasadr, who was suspended high in the sky, didn't make any extra movements. He just raised his right hand, faced Ignaz, and spoke slowly.

In an instant, a golden thunderbolt suddenly appeared out of thin air!

"Crack!"

The frightening thunder instantly frightened the entire world, and the terrifying power emanating from the golden lightning seemed to tear the sky apart.

Under the sky, all the personnel on both sides of the enemy and us in the valley felt an instinctive awe of this terrified heavenly power, as if every cell in the body was trembling.

Even Carlos, the majestic emperor of the empire, was terrified under the shocking thunder, and muttered to himself: "Heaven, thunder! This, this is thunder, the thunder of God's punishment!"

Under the thunder, everything is annihilated, and there is nothing to hide from!

Although the false pope Ignaz in the air had a broken mind, he was not crazy after all.

Seeing the devastating sky thunder strike him, Ignaz's pupils shrank, and he hurriedly raised the artifact scepter to build an invincible sacred barrier in front of him.

However.

With a loud "bang", the sacred barrier that Ignaz was proud of before shattered.

Under the violent concussion, Ignaz spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, leaned back and fell to the ground.

"No, it's impossible, no..."

Ignaz's face was full of pain. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still had to admit that the terrifying power contained in that blow just now far surpassed him, and it was the power of the divine realm that implied the power of law!

Regardless of whether it was the awe of the world or the horror of Ignaz, the old Pope Nasadr still had a solemn expression, without any emotional fluctuations, but after the blow, he suddenly raised his two fingers and spoke again.

"Holy Word: Imprisonment!"

"Crack!" There was a crack, and something amazing happened.

Ignaz, who was in the process of falling, was surrounded by invisible air, no, it should be said that the invisible space seemed to freeze into ice suddenly, and Ignaz, who was in the "ice", was frozen for life like this. In the same place, he couldn't even make a sound except for his panicked eyes.

Such a tyrannical and stalwart power deeply shocked every audience present.

There is no doubt that this is the power of the gods!

Their light, my lord, has returned!

The short-term imprisonment came and went quickly.

Just as the restraint began to loosen, the moment the false pope Ignaz felt himself liberated, a spear burning with holy flames pierced his chest.

It is the Archangel St. Luke!

As Saint Luke slowly withdrew the holy spear from his hand, the rising holy flame instantly wrapped the whole body of the false pope.

With just a few breaths, the False Pope, whose life was known in an instant, was turned into a piece of fly ash under the holy flame that could burn everything.

Only his storage equipment and the artifact scepter remained, and St. Luke took it into his hand with a random move.

And at this moment, the old Pope Nasadr, who was completely exhausted, finally closed his eyes slowly like a burnt candle, and fell backwards on his back.

The holy light gradually dissipated, and the old pope's exhausted body began to disintegrate piece by piece, turning into a piece of fly ash, and dissipated in the wind.

Only the Pope's cassock he was wearing before was still blowing to the ground with the wind.

"It's really awe-inspiring."

In the Kingdom of God, Wu Hui slowly stood up, "It's time to welcome his Pope."

Even though the old Pope Nassadr has come to the end of his life, as the noble Holy Spirit, his soul will not perish right away.

Soon, Wu Hui performed a grand miracle again, and began to welcome the Holy Spirit of his first Pope to the Kingdom of God with a very grand specification.

Just this grand welcome and the sprinkling of healing light to the lower world cost him a full 25 points of divine power, but it was all worth it.

Sure enough, under Wu Hui's guidance, the translucent soul of the old pope finally reappeared, and then slowly drifted towards the Kingdom of God following the channel of holy light sprinkled by the gate of heaven.

Beneath the gate of heaven, Liliana had already burst into tears, and the two archbishops Edward and James, who had followed the old pope for decades, also had tears in their eyes.

Their tears are not only the remembrance of the old pope, but also the respect and pride for the old pope.

Being able to sacrifice oneself fearlessly for the Lord of the Light and being welcomed by the Lord of the Light, such a glorious deed will definitely be remembered and sung forever in the long history of this world.

At the same time, all the believers watching this scene, even members of the Imperial Army and the Pseudo-Holy See who were enemies before, also knelt down on the ground.

In front of the real gods, they are just the most humble ants.

How can a humble ant compete with a god who is comparable to the nature of heaven and earth?

Especially the soldiers of the empire and the members of the pseudo-Holy See, when they realized that they were actually fighting against the great God of Light, the unprecedented intense fear almost devoured their souls.

Dare to fight the gods? Absurd to the extreme!

If it weren't for the mercy of the gods, all of them would be ashes and annihilation like the false pope.

After thinking this way, these defeated sinners all started the most pious confession. At this moment, apart from deep remorse in their hearts, their firm faith is rapidly increasing.

"Bang!"

There was a sound of a sharp sword falling to the ground.

The emperor Carlos, who was standing in a daze, dropped the sword in his hand weakly, and fell to his knees with a "plop" as if he had lost his soul.

At this moment, the originally heroic and majestic emperor of the empire seemed to have aged several decades in an instant.

He stared blankly at the shocking and spectacular miracle in the sky, and all the strength in his body seemed to be exhausted suddenly.

The gods, indeed, are the masters of unmatched stalwarts.

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