Upon hearing this, the Pope's expression changed instantly; he simply couldn't believe what he had just heard.
The very plague god he worshipped most actually wanted to kill him?!
"No...no, you plague god, I am your most devout believer, your pope, you can't kill me...you can't do this..."
He wept bitterly, unable to control his tears and snot.
Despair... Giving up.
When a person's faith completely collapses, it is more painful than death.
It's like... risking your life to protect an oasis in the wasteland for half your life, only to find it was just a mirage!
The two-headed dog grinned, its purple flame eyes curving into crescents. "This god didn't want to either, but who told you to be so blind as to offend the young lady?"
Its body continued to swell, gradually growing larger than the Pope and slowly approaching him.
He opened his mouth, and the viscous fluid from it dripped down his sharp fangs—horrible and foul-smelling.
"No...don't."
Overwhelmed by fear, the Pope tried to get up and flee, but with his hands severed and no support, he fell to the ground.
He fell to the ground, every cell in his body trembling with fear.
This is the god he believes in.
But now, this god actually wants to kill him!
"Plague God... spare me."
Unfortunately, the gods never listen to the babbling of the weak.
The dark shadow remained stark in the dimly lit basement, looming over the Pope like a pair of large hands pulling him toward the abyss, from which he could not break free or escape.
"Ugh."
The Plague God, with its two heads, one above the other, devoured the Pope's body.
It chewed for a moment, swallowed it, and stuck out its tongue to lick its lips.
Turning around, it still knelt humbly.
“Young lady…this lowly commoner is dead. Please, young lady, show mercy to this god.”
Quan Ji took all of this in and found it all extremely ironic and laughable!
Faced with absolute danger, even the highest gods must humble themselves and even devour their most devout followers in exchange for their own survival.
Gods are nothing more than this.
Quan Ji's voice was utterly cold: "Have you heard the story? Before being trampled to death, even ants pray to the gods. Unfortunately, the lives of ants are insignificant in the face of the gods."
An immense pressure, as if words had become law, emanated from Quan Ji. She did not use any special abilities, but her eyes turned a pure, sun-gold color, holy and indifferent, as if she held the ultimate justice and judged everything.
In that instant, the Plague God felt the overwhelming aura of death sweeping towards it. It instinctively tried to escape, but its body was unable to move uncontrollably.
Miss... we still have to kill it.
"No...please...Miss, I beg you...I'm just a weakling from the Ninth Sequence, not worth your time, please spare my life!"
The ninth order, the weakest and least influential of the gods.
Quan Ji's lips curled into a smile, her golden eyes pure and cold. With a swift swing of her sword, a silver-white light, like a crescent moon, shone forth.
A fleeting glimpse.
The two heads of the plague god fell off at the same time.
Its elusive body transformed into specks of light, floating in the air and illuminating the entire basement. A powerful energy gathered, forming an energy vortex—the Divine Vortex.
This is a wonderful thing; it can instantly transform any living being into a god, and it can also be used to sacrifice the nation's fortune, providing a powerful new path for the country's prosperity.
Quan Ji didn't plan to use it now, so she put it into her spatial treasure bag.
Those locked in cages around them had tears welling in their eyes, a mixture of shock and intense emotion.
They witnessed the killing of a god!
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