However, this faint ghost energy was magnified countless times when it came into contact with the spire.

It seems like something... has been teleported from the horror world to the human world.

After Zhou Ying finished all this, he fell from the spire.

The action just now had left him with no strength left.

"Your Holiness, we are no longer of any use to you. Please let us disappear..." No. 017 walked forward and said calmly.

"No! The light of my god will help you fulfill your wish!"

"Your hatred is over, it's time to join the group!"

The Pope smiled, and then a bright white light appeared at his fingertips.

"Prove your loyalty to me!" The Pope threw a dagger at the feet of No. 017.

As for Zhou Ying standing beside him, he didn't even glance at her.

"Yes..." No. 017 stabbed the dagger into his heart without any hesitation.

Blood gushed out, and at the same time, No. 017 felt his vitality constantly slipping away.

Zhou Ying, who was standing by, was stunned for a moment, but soon a look of fear flashed across his face.

"Number 017! What are you doing?"

The Pope glanced at Zhou Ying with a compassionate look on his face.

"Your wish has been fulfilled, so turn it into nourishment for my god!"

"Your Holiness, we...we really want to join the Church of Light! Why...why?" Zhou Ying retreated in panic, but how could he avoid the Pope's evil aura?

A ghostly aura flashed by, and Zhou Ying turned into ashes.

No. 017 closed his eyes tightly as the white light flashed from the Pope's fingers.

An even more powerful life force also flowed into his body.

When No. 017 opened his eyes again, his expression had changed.

At this time, a member of the church cautiously approached the Pope.

"Your Holiness...Humans cannot be trusted!"

The Pope smiled. "I know! However, he is just a human blinded by hatred... In exchange, I allow him revenge! The two worlds will soon merge, and all humans will become nourishment for my god."

"But... the reason why I want to keep him is entirely because..."

"His body is so perfect, it's like it was tailor-made for my God..."

"My god is resurrected and needs a container..."

The Pope bent down, looked at No. 017 who had lost all his memories, and smiled with satisfaction.