God-level Delivery Man from Ten Thousand Realms

Jiang Fan stared blankly at the Mostima turned into ashes, and his whole body trembled!

The pope put a hand on his shoulder and spoke slowly:

"do not be afraid."

Am I really scared?

I feel so distressed!

Mostima!

Seven Lords of Hell!

It's so dead!

Is it bad for you to seal him? Wouldn't it be good to wipe his neck and let him get blood after leaving it to Lao Tzu?

The key kill is also killed, but there are no bones left!

How much does it cost!

Prodigal!

Jiang Fan was so heartbroken that he could hardly breathe. For a miser who wanted to break the flowers in half, the most painful thing in the world was seeing a large number of uncountable causal points burned alive!

Jiang Fan clutched his chest, tears were about to come down!

However, at this moment, he felt the pope's hand, pressing his shoulder, heavier, and even faintly trembling.

Jiang Fan suddenly turned his head and saw that the pope's body became more rickety, the wrinkles on his face were denser, and even his eyes became more muddy than before!

At this moment, he can stand firm only if he presses Jiang Fan's shoulders!

Jiang Fan was startled:

"what happened to you?"

The pope shook his head slightly and looked at a group of believers who were still in shock.

Mostima's strength is really amazing, even if it is easily obliterated by the pope, the fear brought to the crowd cannot be dissipated in a moment.

At this moment, the ground under everyone's feet was cracked, the short landslides in the distance were destroyed, and the Pantheon, the symbol of the city of seven hills, disappeared completely, and even the walls of the holy city were cracked!

Everyone looked at the Pope in sorrow.

Even the eyes of Clarence and Barkley were a little lost.

The pope smiled kindly, he once again ate the scepter, and said gently:

"God said, don't be afraid, because I am with you. Don't be alarmed, because I am your God. I will strengthen you, I will help you, and I will support you with my righteous hand..."

As the pope spoke slowly, an unbelievable scene happened!

It can be seen to the naked eye that the cracks on the wall of the holy city are slowly healing, and the cracked ground under everyone’s feet is closing. Even the low mountains in the distance start to recover like time and space, and then on the low mountains, the foundations are restored. It rises, stone pillars appear, bricks and stones gather, and in a short time, the destroyed Pantheon has been restored to its original state!

Even the scratches on the stone pillars are not a slight deviation!

In a short sentence, everything destroyed by Mostima has been restored as before!

Everyone looked at the scene in horror!

Turning back the clock and reconciling the broken mirror, this is no longer something mortals can do, this is a miracle!

"Praise my lord! My lord is omnipotent!"

"A miracle! Your Majesty is indeed the incarnation of my lord!"

"Long live your majesty!"

"Thank you, my benevolent majesty!"

"I will believe in my Lord forever, Your Majesty! Bless us!"

"..."

The crowd trembled with excitement, and waves of praise and oaths to the Pope were higher than waves!

The Pope smiles:

"God said, whoever believes in me, I will bless, the living will eliminate their worries, and the soul will be blessed."

As soon as the pope's words fell, a stream of holy light slowly rippling through the countless believers, spreading to the end where the naked eye can't directly see!

Everyone's minds were calm, they looked at the pope with admiration, and at the same time praised the quotations of the holy scriptures:

"The God of Light is my shepherd, and I will not want it. He made me lie down on the green grass and led me by the rest of the water. He awakened my soul and guided me on the path of righteousness for his own name... "

With a loving smile, the pope sat down slowly, and the carriage started again.

Gustav did not know when he would be back, but the look he looked at the pope at the moment was no longer the color he had before.

From the time the Pope killed Mostima to the miraculous restoration of the Pantheon, he saw everything in his eyes.

As strong as Mostima, there is no power to fight back, let alone him!

Everyone thought that the Pope's strength was undiminished back then, and only Jiang Fan, who was by his side, could see the weakness of the old man.

Although the Pope's face remained unchanged, his hands were shaking slightly, and his breathing began to become disordered.

"His Majesty…"

Jiang Fan tentatively spoke.

The pope shook his head slightly, but then some heroes sighed late:

"It's actually already weakened to this point. If it were thirty years ago, even the Mostima in its heyday..."

"Your Majesty joked, that is the monster that the chief referee and the archbishop failed to win together, besides, isn't he dead?"

"No, I don't have the power to completely obliterate him. He still has a little bit of demon spirit and escaped. He is the lord of evil spirits on the earth. In the future, he will definitely come back in the future. You, you have to be careful..."

The pope gasped violently after only saying these two words.

If Mostima didn't die completely, it proved that there was still a chance to harvest in the future. This was great news for Jiang Fan.

But looking at the old pope in front of him, thinking about his majestic appearance and the appearance of the king over the world, Jiang Fan didn't have the slightest joy in his heart. Instead, there was a sigh that witnessed the end of a legend.

The Pope’s life has come to an end, and perhaps today’s miracle is his last silence.

Mortals, even the Pope who is strong enough to be comparable to the Demon God, will eventually have such a day.

"Don't be sad for me. I have lived, been wonderful, witnessed miracles, and created miracles. In history, there is no pope who can be better than me. I have no regrets."

The pope looked up at the brighter and brighter sun, and his muddy eyes seemed to see the footprints of his life through the light.

Jiang Fan was silent for a long time, and finally spoke slowly:

"If I live, the Council of Light will not disappear. This is the favor I owe you."

"hehe…"

The pope laughed suddenly, his eyes seemed to be much clearer:

"Little guy, I let you be a saint just because I am happy, not because I want you to do anything. What's more, a great man in China didn't say that after I die, let him be a saint! You need to know, this The world has never been and never has eternity!"

Jiang Fan was startled slightly.

The pope took the holy scripture at hand and put it on his lap, rubbed it, and smiled and said:

"Stars will fall, let alone me? But the good news is that at least I am still alive, right?"

Jiang Fan was dumb, and couldn't help laughing afterwards.

There was no accident in the following ceremony.

Before Lucas saw that Mostima was easily obliterated by the pope, he almost took people away without hesitation.

The eyeliners placed by other forces were all shocked by the horror of the Pope, and they were extremely quiet.

The ceremony ended with the blessing of the Pope, and Jiang Fan, from beginning to end, was with the Pope.

The believers vaguely felt something, the look in Jiang Fan's eyes turned out to be more respectful than when they looked at the Big Three.

In the past, the pope chose one of the Big Three, but now, it's different.

Because the council has never seen it before, there is one more living saint!