"That—can you call it magic?"
Originally, the Pope laughed out loud when he heard this.
"You are still so arrogant even when death is imminent. You are worthy of being the Sun Lord of Holy Egypt..."
However, before the Pope finished his words, he saw the magic beam of light cast by Nan Tong doubled in size in the blink of an eye.
Then, triple, quadruple.
It’s even getting stronger!
At this moment, Nan Tong seemed to have turned into a small sun, and his light illuminated almost the entire Jerusalem like daylight.
The soldiers of the Holy Egyptian League on the ground and the Hebrew warriors in the inner city of Jerusalem all had to raise their arms and squint their eyes.
Otherwise, they would be so illuminated by the light that they would not be able to distinguish between heaven and earth.
"What?!"
"How is this possible!?"
"Impossible, impossible, impossible!"
"My magic power should have already approached that of a divine magician, and should be above that of the great magician of the sun!"
"This is impossible! Ah——"
The Pope's gorgeous robe began to crackle and break. He had already used up all the strength he could.
Even dirty liquid began to drip from the front and back of his crotch.
He could no longer squeeze out even a bit of extra magic power, nor could he sacrifice his life span anymore.
Because, the magic that his body can bear at this moment is the limit of what his body can endure.
"Magic training cannot be completed in a day or a night."
"Can magic obtained through sacrifice and absorption be called magic?"
"Stop dreaming!"
"With your talent and strength, don't even think about touching a hair on me, the desert, or the Nile!"
"After you die, cultivate for a few lifetimes and then come back to avenge me."
"pope."
Nan Tong spoke word by word, and the moment he finished the last two words, the light of Shengyang surged.
The Pope's red light shattered like fragile glass, and the gem on the staff cracked with a "crack".
"The holy vessel?! Broken?!"
He watched in horror as his beam of light was forcibly pushed back onto the tip of the staff, but he could do nothing.
After all, that force was not something he could resist.
However, Nan Tong's magic was still powerful and turned into thousands of beams of light that rushed towards the Pope.
"No! This can't be--"
The last words came to an abrupt end.
His staff exploded into pieces, and the ruby turned to ashes in mid-air.
The holy artifact disappeared.
The Pope's body remains in a posture with his arms raised high.
His flesh began to weather from his fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, only a skeleton covered with rags was left.
Finally, they fell to the ground with a "crash", as if this was the final "ritual" of his death.
The city of Jerusalem was silent, with only the whistling wind caused by the aftermath of magic.
No one spoke, and everyone's eyes were focused on the walls of the inner city.
With the area where the Pope died as the center, all the places around him have now turned into huge sunken pits.
Obviously, without an enchanted city wall, there was no way to stop the powerful magic of the Great Sun Magician.
Nan Tong shook his wrist lightly, as if he had just used a little force to slap a mosquito to death.
"Tsk, he really didn't leave any tricks behind..."
"Is that the Pope's winning formula?"
Nan Tong muttered softly, so quietly that only Ramses behind him could hear it.
He sighed and curled his lips as he looked at the pile of bones on the ground.
"Too much force."
"His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh clearly instructed us not to consume too much magic..."
There was still some residual light on his fingertips, and he flicked it casually. A few star rays fell from the sky like sparks of charcoal, and then completely disappeared into the darkness.
"What a waste of magic."
Ramses didn't say much about it, he just made the sound normally.
"You still have a lot of magic power left, so it can't be considered a waste."
"But it's just right. You can help me move the sarcophagus away. My divine power is almost exhausted."
After hearing this, Nan Tong just nodded immediately.
"Of course, the respected God of the Desert and the Nile."
"Please leave it to me."
And in the inner city of Jerusalem, the Hebrews, with their mouths wide open, seemed to see their own fate in the ashes of the Pope and the deep sunken pit.
Their real enemy is not the Holy Egyptian Alliance at all.
Only Holy Egypt.
Holy Egypt was too powerful because they had an extremely powerful king.
Holy Pharaoh.
"The Pope is dead..."
"How can we fight this battle?"
"How do we fight? How else can we fight?!"
"Even such a powerful magician is no match for that old man, let alone us who are like ants?!"
"Surrender, surrender!"
The warriors of the Hebrew Empire finally laid down their weapons at this moment.
A series of "ding-dong" sounds naturally reached the ears of the imperial generals.
But at this moment, many generals of the Hebrew Empire looked pale and indifferent to these voices.
And there were still a few imperial generals who just raised their voices.
It was almost a roar.
"No! The Hebrew Empire will never perish today!"
"Warriors! Don't give up hope!"
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