Volume 1 Chapter 369 Death of Pope Thane

When Lynch ended the war of gods, the war in Wadinglan City was also coming to an end.

Marcus has been outside the city, commanding the army of the Land of Grace forward.

The sounds of fighting on the battlefield and the figures of the warriors of the Land of God's Grace rushing forward madly formed a stage drama of violence and bravery.

And Marcus is the commander of this stage filled with gunfire and blood.

He perfectly combined attack, defense and sneak attacks to bring the art of war to the extreme.

When the bell inside Wadinglan rang again, he already knew that the war was won.

The cultists on the wall who were using legion magic against the army of the Land of God began to panic.

Wadinglan's defense began to become chaotic.

“It worked.”

Marcus smiled and looked up at the sky.

Just now, he saw some violent movement on the ground, and even saw Lynch controlling Iabotto to fly into the sky in the distance.

In the sky, the red moon has disappeared, but the faint light emitted by the sun just after it rose up illuminates the clouds in the sky. The energy that has overflowed but not dissipated makes the slightly dim clouds emit faint colorful colors.

"Once again, I did not disappoint you sir." Marcus grinned.

Then I looked towards Wadinglan again. On the top of the city wall, the believers, who were already in a state of confusion, began to run around like headless flies.

The forces that hindered the advance of the army of God's Grace became weak.

The thirty-meter-high giant iron and gold gate of Wadinglan could be seen slowly opening, and blood could be seen flowing out of the city like a river of blood.

"Kill—"

Marcus' heart-wrenching roar once again turned into a long whip of words, urging the soldiers of the Land of Grace to charge forward and seize the fruits of victory.

......

On the wall of Wadinglan City, there were four guys who had taken off their smiling masks.

They seemed to be just spectators, looking around boredly.

However, in front of them, church members in church uniforms could be seen crowding together and rushing down the aisles and stairs, all of them shouting in fear or with expressions of fear on their faces.

They are on the run.

Just now, their Pope was killed in public by four smiling men and a group of people in black robes!

When they wanted to find someone who could take charge of the situation, they suddenly discovered that all those who held power were dead.

The news spread quickly and eventually turned into a mutiny.

"After this battle, I want to take a leave to go home!" Amid the noisy shouts of the believers, Paul had to shout at the top of his voice so that his friends next to him could hear his voice.

"Why are you going home?!"

Penny, who was asking questions, also needed to shout.

Paul said, "I will go home to see my boastful father and tell him that I have made it!"

Penny: "I don't have a father!"

Uncle Morton suddenly shouted, "I don't have a father either! I'm the only one left on the household registration list, and I can't even find any cousins!"

Borg laughed and agreed, "I do, but you two don't. But I don't want to go back!"

Paul: “Don’t you want a vacation?!!”

"think!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

Paul laughed loudly, "Then come home with me, my home is your home!"

Suddenly, Borg froze and shouted, "The sir won't let us go back."

Um?

The three of them responded with a puzzled expression.

"Because, Mr.'s favorite thing to do is to make us do something called 'overtime'!"

"Hahahaha!" On the wall of Wadinglan, in addition to the desperate shouts, there was also the unbridled laughter of four guys.

Out of place.

With this extraordinary victory, the 'Overtime Four' seemed to have returned to their teenage years.

The sunlight penetrated the clouds and the fog and shone on them.

Feeling the warmth from the sun, they slowly turned their heads and all of them showed sincere smiles on their faces.

The world was united through their efforts.

......

"Hahaha!"

Outside the city of Wadinglan, the Pope of the Universal Church was laughing wildly.

In one hand, he was holding a corpse, and in the other hand, he was holding a divine power.

This body was that of Oceanus.

And the godhood was also obtained by him through special means, which was something that even Lynch could not do.

"Merge with this corpse and eat this godhead!" The Pope threw the two objects in front of Philip like feeding a dog. "Philip, you will become the most powerful god in the world, the Almighty God, the God I created!"

A red light flashed in Philip's eyes, and he slowly squatted on the ground.

He picked up the godhead and swallowed it in one gulp. As his throat rolled, a red light flashed on his hands, and Oceanus' body slowly merged into Philip's body like liquid.

The energy is exploding and overflowing.

The Pope used a magic circle that he had prepared long ago to cover the energy aura.

As time went by, Philip's aura became stronger and stronger!

As Philip's momentum grew, the Pope became more and more excited, with a mad and ferocious look on his face.

"Okay! Become stronger, become stronger, you are the God I created!" The Pope was extremely crazy.

The vision of a lifetime is right before your eyes.

Philip, on the other hand, was still getting stronger calmly, feeling the strength of his body, but he was not as excited as an ordinary person.

"Amazing, using the power of a mortal to create a forbidden god."

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Philip's expression froze instantly. "But this is not allowed, you know? Sean."

Sean.

The name in the distant memory was abandoned tens of thousands of years ago.

The Pope turned his head with difficulty, wanting to take a look at the person behind him, but he didn't want to look at him. The extremely contradictory psychology and body movements made his body tremble continuously.

By the time he actually turned around, his face was already covered with tears.

He saw the person in front of him - Aether.

His hair was gray and his face was full of compassion, just like when I first saw him.

But he had grown from a child to tens of thousands of years old and looked as old as God.

"god..."

The Pope said this with a trembling voice.

He met Aether when he was a child, when he was a wandering child. Thanks to Aether's help, he survived the war-torn era and became a magician respected by everyone.

She experienced the happiness of living with Ethel, but also felt lost after he left her.

Just because Aether told the Pope when he left that he was a god.

So he spent his whole life searching for God.

"Long time no see, Sean." Ethel smiled and took a few steps towards the Pope. "I came here to ask you to join me. I'm glad that you have grown to this level since I left. The magic formula you used on the artificial creature behind you should be taught by me, right?"

When the Pope heard these words, his eyes were blurred with tears.

If these words were spoken tens of thousands of years ago...

No!

If he had heard this thousands of years ago, he would have been so moved that he would have knelt on the ground.

But time is a poisonous apple.

Everything has changed.

The Pope staggered back a few steps, raised his shaking hand with difficulty, pointed at Aether, and choked with sobs as he ordered Philip behind him: "Kill him."

He did not know whether Philip could have killed Aether, but the respect and hatred from the deepest part of his memory suddenly came to him.

Now, he only wanted to kill Aether.

Ethel's expression was stunned for a moment, then a little surprised, and finally unbelievable.

The child he had met before was kind, cute and very obedient.

Time changes everything. When he heard what the Pope did, he felt a little confused. But now, he realized that the time calculated by the gods is really a poison that can change everything for mortals.

"Sean, you..."

Just when Ethel was about to yell, his expression changed again and he stood there in a daze.

A hand pierced through the Pope's chest. The blurry bloody figure and the hand tightly grasping the heart looked even more eerie under the sunlight.

The Pope fell to the ground with empty eyes.

The figure of the android Philip was revealed, pushing the Pope away.

"Why?" Ethel asked Philip in a dreamy voice.

"Because I am Philip, the last thing he should do is to integrate part of Philip's soul into this body. I am not the chief judge who once worked so hard for him."

The warmest sunshine shines during the day, but the approaching winter wind makes people feel cold.

After a long silence, the artificial man named Philip followed Aether.

Only the Pope's body remained on the spot.

He once went by the name 'Sion'.

But his body was found by the Bunny People who didn't know his name, they only knew that he was the Pope of the Universal Church.

The rabbit man waved his hands, jumped up and down, full of excitement, and reported the good news to his companions behind him.

"Sisters, come quickly! I found the Pope's body, bring it back to Lady Penny, she must be very happy!"