“How daring!”
"How dare you attack while the magic is being performed in the desert and the Nile!"
As soon as Nan Tong finished speaking, the space around him began to collapse. Then, with a "bang", he was already high in the sky.
On the inner wall of Jerusalem, there were two fewer archbishops and two more shriveled corpses.
Also, hysterical voices.
"Go to hell!"
"All of you - die!"
"Don't even think about entering the inner city, don't even think about disrupting our great ceremony!"
"Die die die die!"
"Go to hell—"
The one shouting at the top of his lungs was the Pope of the Order of the Rosary.
Although his body shape had returned to normal, his skin was wrinkled, like an old man who had lived for centuries.
His body is hunched, but his magical powers are very strong.
Of course, there was a reason why he became so crazy.
In his plan, the holy Egyptian god they summoned could at least buy them a lot of time.
Even in the worst case scenario, it would cause great harm to the Holy Egyptian Alliance, or force the Holy Pharaoh to summon gods to fight against him.
But nothing went as the Pope had planned.
They went through great pains and sacrificed thousands of lives to summon the god, but stopped after killing a hundred people.
Not only that, it was even taken into the hands of the Holy Pharaoh and became part of his power.
Obviously, this was unacceptable to the Pope.
"Taste this! Holy Egyptian God!"
The Pope summoned a gorgeous staff inlaid with red gems from somewhere, and at the tip of the staff, the Pope's magic power turned into extremely powerful red magic.
Wherever magic passes, the air is filled with whistling sounds, as if thousands of dead souls are wailing at the same time.
Even the solid stone bricks under the Pope's feet began to crack. Just by casting this magic, his body was bearing a huge load both magically and physically.
It headed straight for Ramses, like a red cannonball filled with star dust, determined to destroy everything it touched.
But obviously, Ramses was unable to spare any strength to deal with it at this time.
He was carrying out the final stage of the "ritual", sealing the last part of Set's divine power into the mummy.
He naturally noticed this, but all he could do was remain motionless and seal all his divine power within the mummy as safely as possible.
Otherwise, all your efforts will be wasted.
Ramses' eyes flickered, and he was ready to use his body to steadily receive the blow.
"Divine power cannot be interrupted."
"It must be guarded and the transmission completed."
"Your Majesty the Holy Pharaoh, I will be in the capital of Cairo, waiting for news of your triumphant return."
In an instant, Ramses almost exhausted his own divine power, and he finally guided the last bit of Set's divine power into the body of the mummy.
He knew very well that this magic was enough to destroy his body.
Of course, he would not be like other gods, traveling to a distant place and being reborn after a long time.
He will return to the Stonehenge in Cairo, and within a few days he will recover his body and be regenerated with the extremely strong power of the Lord God.
"boom!"
But at this moment, he felt a powerful desert magic rushing out, which was completely in conflict with the magical force.
"Bold lunatic!"
Nan Tong's robe fluttered in the violent corona-like magical turbulence, and even his fingertips spewed out powerful magical energy.
"How dare you attack our god while he is performing a magical spell!"
“How despicable!”
A scarlet beam of light gushed out from the Pope's ruby scepter, and the light was entangled with the screams of the two archbishops before their death.
And around him, a strange but slightly chaotic red mist began to surround him.
The flesh and blood of the two archbishops have been completely absorbed by the Pope's forbidden technique.
“Hahahahaha! With such powerful magic power, could it be that you are the Great Sun Magician of Holy Egypt?”
“You’ve come at the right time!”
"Feel my peak power!"
The red magic beam cast by the opponent gradually approached Nan Tong, even slightly suppressing Nan Tong.
Nan Tong narrowed his eyes slightly. He keenly sensed that this magical energy seemed a little strange.
"Such a powerful magical force?"
"Who are you to have cultivated to such a level of magic?"
At this moment, the Pope's magic power briefly climbed to the peak of the Full Moon Magician, and even touched the threshold of the Sun Magician.
"Do you feel it, Great Sun Magician?"
The Pope laughed wildly, and the "Rose Heart" ruby inlaid on his staff was pulsating wildly.
"This is the holy wand of our order!"
"With its help, my magical power can reach a higher level!"
"My magic power will surpass that of the Great Sun Mage and even approach the supreme level of the Divine Mage!"
At this time, Nan Tong was just concentrating on sensing the Pope's magical energy, and his tone was not disordered at all.
"Your magic is so chaotic and rapid, I'm afraid it won't last long."
"The Pope, of the Order of the Rosary."
Hearing Nan Tong's words, the Pope just laughed: "So what?!"
"Today, either you die, or the God of Golden Light behind you dies!"
"Now that you have entered Jerusalem, don't even think you can leave here safely!"
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