Thriller World, Heartland.

Atop a towering spire.

A group of figures in black robes sat together.

"They are dead... killed by the evil god!" The leader looked obviously like an elderly man.

If it weren't for the ghostly aura emanating from him, most people would probably mistake him for an ordinary old man.

Several black-robed men in the audience lowered their heads and dared not say much.

"Why aren't you talking?"

"Your Holiness... the evil god, the evil god has appeared! Then we..."

The old man called the Pope laughed after hearing the feedback from the audience.

"If the evil god can be revived, then my god... will also return soon!"

"After so many years of planning... we're finally going to welcome our god back!"

The smile on the Pope's face was a little crazy, and his eyes were full of madness as he glanced at the audience.

"Your Holiness... When will our God return? If we wait until the Heretic God has fully grown... will we..."

"Evil God? Ha! How can he be compared with my God?" The Pope snorted coldly.

Then he looked at the spire below him.

"I can't remember how long it's been... We've been accumulating this power for too long..."

"This pure power will surely give my god a new life!"

If someone looks carefully, they will find it.

The material that makes up this spire is nothing else... but golden fear coins.

This tower rises high into the clouds.

God knows how many fear coins are hidden here.

"My God is everlasting!"

"My God is everlasting!"

The believers let out loud shouts, which echoed endlessly in the center of this terrifying world.

"The Evil God has not yet truly awakened! Your Holiness, I am willing to personally slay the Evil God's vessel!"

The Pope turned around and gave him a cold look.

"Hurry and come back! Once the festival begins, it can't be stopped!"

"Yes, sir..." The figure nodded.

Then he jumped down from the tower...

Looking at the fanatical eyes of the believers around him, the Pope felt a lot more relieved.

Only at this moment did the Pope begin to preach to the rest of the believers.

"My God's people... today we have new members joining the order."

"They have withstood the test of my God!"

Amid the Pope's manic laughter, two figures slowly walked out from behind him.

"Let me introduce myself... My name is Zhou Ying."

"His name is 017..."

The believers were stunned at first, but then they looked at the Pope with horror.

"Human... The Pope! He's human!"

"How can humans be qualified to become the people of our God?"

Whispers continued to be heard.

At this time, No. 017 slowly spoke.

"Why can't a human be one of you?"

"Isn't there a human being who has been cooperating with you all along?"

"We both came here just to replace him!"

The voice of No. 017 instantly made several of his followers panic.

"Your Holiness! This human is so cunning! He is framing us!"

Hearing this, the Pope sneered, "Do you really think I don't know about your collaboration with that human?"

"Those who betray my God will die!" The Pope raised his hand slightly, and an extremely terrifying ghostly aura surged up instantly.

Before the believers could react, they were pierced through by the evil spirit.

They looked at the chest that had lost its heart in horror and suddenly became at a loss.

"Your Holiness... spare us! Spare us!"

The Pope did not speak, but his eyes became extremely cold.

Another ghostly aura flashed by, and those figures instantly turned into dust.

From the top of this tall tower, it fell like snowflakes.

After dealing with those figures, the entire tower fell silent.

No one dared to disobey the Pope at this time.

"It's time for you to show your loyalty!" The Pope turned around and looked at No. 017.

"Your Holiness, we are not truly human."

"It's because of the person you're working with that we were born."

“No one wants to live under the control of others forever.”

After No. 017 said this, he took out a bright fruit from his chest.

"Your Holiness, that man stole the Church's achievements... We... have brought them back!"

No. 017 placed the fruit on his head.

The Pope just glanced and then waved.

The top of the tall tower is densely inlaid with countless bright fruits.

"Those who betray the church shall die... That human has committed serious sins, we will execute him! Moreover, we don't need to do anything!" No. 017 raised his head and pointed at Zhou Ying beside him.

"His ability is to modify the images in the fear collectors in the human world. All we need to do is tell those humans the truth, and they will naturally take action..."

The Pope lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at Zhou Ying.

"My God... is truly merciful..."

"To think that such great power could be bestowed upon you..."

"Your Holiness, can I take action now? I need the help of this Tower of Light!" Zhou Ying knelt in front of the Pope and asked in a low voice.

"good!"

Zhou Ying nodded and then climbed to the top of the spire.

A faint ghost energy surged out of his body.

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