"god?"

"You dare utter that word!" Ye Feng sneered, his smile filled with utter contempt.

He sensed a very evil aura emanating from the pope.

Clearly, the Pope has long since strayed from his original intentions; his body and even his soul have been sold to the devil, and he has become utterly corrupt.

Standing before the night wind, I felt like a demon from hell.

With Ye Feng's current spiritual strength, how could any of this escape his eyes?

"Night wind!"

"Submit or die, the choice is yours!"

"You've killed so many of my followers, I can let you join the Papal Palace and become my most loyal servant!" The Pope stared coldly at Ye Feng.

"A servant?" Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes! To become my servant will be your greatest honor!"

"I will make you the bishop of the Dragon Kingdom!"

"Use God's will to influence every human being here!"

"And you will become a believer in God! Second only to one, above all others!"

He delivered a passionate and inspiring speech, and a faint smile appeared on Ye Feng's face.

Seeing Ye Feng's expression, the Pope assumed that Ye Feng's faith had wavered, and a surge of elation welled up in his heart.

If Ye Feng agrees to become his envoy and spread Christianity in the Dragon Kingdom, it will be a great joy.

If all of China's billions of people were to be influenced by him, the prestige and authority of the Papacy would reach an unprecedented peak.

And he could use this opportunity to rule over the entire Nordic region and East Asia in one fell swoop.

Anyone who dared to defy the rule of the Papal Palace was killed; ambition and desire swelled wildly in the Pope's heart.

"Night wind!"

"bring it on!"

"Join me!"

"God will bless you and grant you eternal life!"

The Pope extended his hand, offering the night breeze his sincerest invitation.

Night Wind walked slowly forward, his eyes filled with unwavering determination, which further strengthened the Pope's resolve to influence Night Wind and the people of the Dragon Kingdom.

The two held hands tightly together.

"Hahaha!"

"Night Breeze, this was the best decision we ever made..."

Before the last word could be uttered, a terrifying force surged forth from Ye Feng's palm in the next second.

The Pope's smile vanished instantly.

Click!

His hand was crushed by the night wind, blood mixed with bone fragments splattering out. Upon closer inspection, the Pope's right hand was completely unshaped, a gruesome sight.

"ah!!!"

"Night wind!"

"You dare to lie to me!"

The intense pain drove the Pope to hysteria; he gripped his wrist with his left hand and quickly distanced himself from the night wind.

Streams of dark blood stained the ground red.

"When did I agree to let you join the Papal Palace?"

"I'm sorry, I don't believe in ghosts or gods, I only believe in myself!"

The night breeze seemed to be playing a trick on the other party.

This caused the Pope to completely lose his temper, and a surge of intense anger welled up within him.

"I actually got tricked by a kid from China!"

"Night Wind, I will use your death to atone for the fallen men of the Papal Palace!"

"Come out!"

"Fallen Angel!"

Suddenly, the Pope abruptly removed his robe and then used his remaining left hand to draw a black magic circle on the ground.

Rumble!

The ground in Tiandu shook violently.

Countless eyes turned to this side, as the red demonic energy covered the entire sky.

A huge crack appeared, and then a pair of dark figures with wings flew out from it.

Upon closer inspection, the dark figure had six wings, each covered in jet-black feathers, and a terrifying pressure descended upon it.

The crowd watching from afar was terrified: "What is that thing?"

"The Fallen Angel Lucifer!"

"I beg you, kill this Chinese man for me!"

The Pope pointed at the night wind, his face full of gloom.

"As expected, my heart has been assimilated by the devil!"

"A person like you is a sin just by being alive!"

"I'd rather kill you and wash away your sins!"

Ye Feng slightly raised his hand, and a stream of light flashed by, summoning Lei Ji.

He had just observed through his divine sense that this fallen angel was half real and half ethereal, meaning that ordinary weapons would likely have difficulty attacking him.

Lei Ji possesses the ability to summon heavenly lightning, and each attack carries the attribute of lightning, capable of inflicting devastating damage on this spirit.

Furthermore, the evil object Lei Jitian is perfect for slaying the fallen angel Lucifer.

"Arrogant brat from the Dragon Kingdom!"

"The fallen angel Lucifer is the supreme being in Hell. He could crush you with a single blow!"

"You want to kill me? You're dreaming!"

The Pope didn't take the night wind seriously at all.

Lucifer is the king of Hell and the leader of the Seven Demon Lords. Even in one of his incarnations, he possesses the power to destroy everything.

With his current power, he is already able to summon half of the true form of the fallen angel.

If there is enough faith or enough life forms to be sacrificed, Lucifer's true form can be fully summoned.

By then, no one in the world will be his match.

Everyone must submit to his rule.

"Kill him! Lord Lucifer!"

As the Pope's voice faded, Lucifer's six enormous black eyes flapped violently.

Whoosh!

Countless feathers, carrying dark energy, pierced through the void and shot fiercely towards the night wind.

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