Hundreds of miles away from the holy land of the human race, among the mountains and ridges, there is a steep cliff that is extremely high.

The two masters of Dabou, the contemporary pope of the Golden Oak Church and the contemporary pope of the Silver Oak Church, were wearing full sets of gorgeous crowns and holding scepters, standing shoulder to shoulder.

Behind them, more than a hundred clergymen stood.

The auras of these clergymen are unfathomable and vast. Judging from their appearance alone, they are about thirties or forties, but the aura they emit contains a strong sense of vicissitudes of time.

These are all a group of old monsters who have lived for at least a hundred years. They live in the Daboku area and spend a long time in remote monasteries.

Even people like St. Attila and Rafa, the Third Saint Lord of the Court, were unable to come here today.

In the hearts of the Pope and the Pope, Saint Attila and they were unreliable and unreliable.

Only these old monsters who have been practicing hard for hundreds of years and have been paranoid and extreme, and whose thinking is extremely simple and pure, are the true foundation of the church and the people in this world who can be trusted and reused.

The Pope gently pulled the scepter with his fingers.

He felt the huge fluctuations of divine power coming from afar and said leisurely: "As we expected, these gods who have suffered losses... will not be fooled for the second time. They are indeed going to compete for the axis of Medland."

The Pope of Yingui Church is a kind-looking old lady. She nodded slightly and said, "The Lord of War and Lord of Peace, I hope they can both lose money."

The pope turned around and glanced at the clergy behind him.

He nodded: "Even if we don't have both sides, we have enough ability to seize the Medland axis. However, for this legendary divine object, someone must explore the way."

The Pope sneered: "Al... they destroyed too much information... You are right. Our knowledge of the axis of Medland is very small. We need a pathfinder..."

She murmured softly: "I have only informed the Lord of War and the Lord of Peace that such a pathfinder is neither big nor small, just right."

The two of them took a deep breath and then fell into a strange silence.

After a while, the Pope muttered softly: "Only when my Lord returns can we bathe in her holy light and smoothly enter the realm of eternal life, eternal, and eternal youthful gods... I have no time to wait any longer."

The Pope's hand holding the scepter suddenly exerted force, and several blue veins appeared on the back of his white hand.

He murmured, "I don't have much time..."

The two looked at each other, and their eyes became extremely complicated.

Previously, in the battlefield of Tulun Port, when the first wave of returning gods descended from outside the void, the demigods of the church in the City of Divine Crying broke through the realm of the gods.

As a result, during his breakthrough, this demigod, who was highly powerful in the church, had his entire soul replaced by Mu's soul.

He successfully broke through the divine realm.

But he is no longer him, he becomes Mu's clone.

There is something wrong with the secret method of the church’s inheritance… The church’s senior leaders deeply understand this.

Both the Pope and the Pope, they all have an extremely urgent desire to become gods.

But they are absolutely unwilling to sacrifice themselves to let their ideology disappear and let their bodies become a puppet clone controlled by the gods they believe in.

According to the secrets of the church...

Only when Mu and Muteste come to the earth can the believers of the church receive their gifts and become gods without any hidden dangers!

Whether it is because of faith or because of the actual interests of the Pope and the Pope themselves.

The church must use all its strength to make Mu and Muteste return to the world at any cost.

In the huge hall, Qiao Yifang was in a complete disadvantage.

The janitor No. 7 carefully held the Medland's axis.

Margaret III and others were washed away by waves of divine power of the Lord of Peace. They had no intention of fighting and could only barely resist the attacks of the believers of the Lord of War Varis by their instinct.

Only Qiao, he maintained his full combat power.

None of the believers of Varis, the white-armored knights in the divine realm, was his opponent.

Qiao and dozens of white-armored knights were entangled in a ball. He could severely damage a white-armored knight with each punch, knocking them all over the sky.

But Joe could only hurt them severely and could not kill them instantly.

With the blessing of Varis's divine power, the combat power of these white-armored knights has been greatly enhanced, and their combat formation cooperation is even more exquisite.

They are not alone, but a complete, powerful, and extremely precise war machine.

The spears brought a harsh sound of breaking through the air, and the cold light kept falling on Qiao.

Joe's skin made a dull sound of shattering, and the spear penetrated the skin, penetrated the muscles, penetrated the bones, leaving wounds several inches deep on him.

Huge vitality continues to repair wounds.

But there were too many enemies and too dense attacks. One of Qiao's wounds had not been completely repaired, and seven or eight new wounds were added to him.

In just a few minutes of the battle, Qiao was covered in bruises and blood was flowing all over.

It was precisely because of Qiao's fight that the white-armored knights were unable to attack Margaret III and others who had no combat power at this moment.

It was precisely because Joe wanted to protect Margaret III and others that he could only be trapped in the spot and passively resisted.

Several times, he had a chance to take advantage of the situation to chase and completely kill several severely damaged white-armored knights.

However, because they all wanted to protect their companions who could not participate in the battle, Qiao had to give up the opportunity to kill.

With a 'sweep' sound, a cold light came from Qiao's side.

Varis waved his sword and attacked Joe regardless of his decency.

Thirteen spears were piercing through Joe's body, leaving deep wounds on him. Joe's body was held by the spear and there was no time to dodge. He just barely turned his head, and Varis's sword rubbed against his cheek.

With one sword, half of Qiao's head was almost cut off.

The severe pain came, Qiao roared in pain, opened his mouth and sprayed a black wind pillar, knocking the attacking white-armored knight to vomit blood and fly backwards.

The green light flashed, and a rope suddenly slapped on Qiao's arm.

The Lord of Peace Pierce also launched a sneak attack.

The rope smoothly surrounded Qiao's body, and waves of green divine power poured into Qiao's body like a tide.

These divine powers are not very lethal, but they have extremely strong erosion.
Chapter completed!