Broken chests, twisted limbs, dripping blood, thousands of corpses came to the city from all directions. This is a very scary sight, but when they kneel on the ground and chant hymns, and the petals cover the streets, it actually feels a bit more sacred.
"Leave me behind and become you."
The Pope was stroking the statue of a pure gold beetle with his right hand, standing at the door of the church, looking down at the city with eyes full of compassion.
The time of the Holy Festival is approaching, and the footsteps of the Holy Lord are also approaching.
By the Black Dragon Lake, the people fighting were puzzled to find that the female beetles suddenly gave up their resistance, and all the beetles stopped moving and looked up at the sky.
Dark clouds rolled in, covering the sun, but then opened a small opening, and the light shone vertically from the sky, projecting on this land like holy light.
"What happened in Rhinoceros Jungle?"
Rejecting the fortress, the tiger representative stood at the top of the city, his expression as calm as water, looking at the strange sky on the other side of the lake.
The dark clouds are spreading rapidly towards this side.
Uneasiness was beating strongly in his heart, and he had a premonition that something terrible was happening outside his field of vision.
"It's a pity that the dragon representative won't be here for a while. The antelope-horned beast king to the west is rioting and needs to be contained. The Black Death Immortal must be up to something. What should we do?" The cow representative was panicking.
The higher the cultivation level, the more clearly they can feel the terrifyingly increasing aura on the other side, which is a threat that can make even the fifth-level God Transformation Master suddenly change his expression.
Several extraordinary representatives looked at the bridge extending from the center of the lake. Four ferocious blue-gold beetles stepped on the black beetles that moved the mountain, confronting them from a distance.
These are the five great Vajras under the command of the Black Death Immortal, possessing powerful strength comparable to the fifth level.
As for why there were only four, it was because one was secretly hacked to death by Lin Keke.
"Send the intelligence back to Zhoushan Gate and ask the fortress to activate the highest level of defense. We don't have time to go to the other side, and we don't have the strength, so we can only take one step at a time."
Representative Tiger put his palm close to his mouth and blew, and his magic power condensed into hundreds of pale blue messenger birds, which took off in the blink of an eye and flew to various departments in the fortress.
"Oh, I really don't know what impact the red mutation had on it. If there is a breakthrough, God, please let it fail." Representative Niu prayed secretly, staring into the distance.
…
From the first ray of skylight shining on the surface, warm holy light flows down from the top of the cathedral.
The whole city began to feel dreamy and hazy, and an inexplicable fragrance lingered in everyone's noses. The pilgrims looked directly at the source of the light, feeling a surge of emotion in their chests and tears streaming down their faces.
"This broken city is getting weirder and weirder. We have to hurry up and leave."
Xu Ping'an wrapped his cloak tightly with his hands and called on his dozen companions to speed up the pace.
"Brother Xu, does the Great Tomb Master really not leave together?" someone in the team asked, and some people couldn't help but look back.
The tall city lord's mansion stood silently.
"The owner of the tomb is a great supernatural being. We cannot guess his thoughts. Let's go quickly. This Holy Festival is so unusual. There is a Christmas Day after that! Is there a Christmas birthday?" Xu Pingan's body trembled. Twice, the pace quickened again.
A group of more than a dozen people clung to the wall, their gray cloaks fluttering and blending into the environment, like a dozen ghosts rushing towards the back of the cathedral.
There were people prostrating themselves everywhere.
They came because of the Lord, and because of the Holy Light, the incomplete wisdom conceived in the corpse resonated and connected, just like living people.
After the hymns were sung, the people began to confide in the Lord.
"It hurts, it hurts... Great Lord, please allow me to go to the honey land where there is no pain..." This is a corpse with only half a body.
"Go home, mom, mom..." The body with a big hole in its chest and missing heart was calling to its mother.
"Lord, where are you? Where are you?" The headless man's abdomen vibrated and he prayed in confusion.
… Countless sufferings, countless prayers.
The cardinals walked on the red carpet and walked step by step from the high steps of the cathedral to the believers, holding beetle statues in their hands.
"Lost souls, you are confused and in pain, you devout people have reached the ideal country."
“The Lord listens and the Lord forgives.”
"The blood of suffering, the goodness of the world, faith brings wisdom, we are enlightened and know that the Lord's eyes have fallen on us."
"At this moment, the Kingdom of Heaven is coming! At this moment, redemption is coming!"
The bishops walked along the streets, holding the statue high with one hand and touching the pilgrims with their fingertips.
The holy white light gradually lit up in the crowd, and the painful corpses became extremely peaceful and motionless.
This white light is the light of wisdom.
The incomplete wisdom that was born from the corpse under the guidance of the Black Death Immortal left the corpse with complete faith, flew towards the cathedral, and disappeared into the pure gold beetle statue in the Pope's hand.
The cathedral has become a sea of white light. The Pope is in the center of the light, with boundless kneeling crowds at his feet, and a pure gold statue held high above his head.
"Suffering, wisdom, death...worm body, human body, divine body...the sacred staircase leading to the kingdom of heaven is right here!"
The corners of his mouth curved upward, and his eyes looked at the false sky.
"Is the time up?" the Pope asked himself.
"The time has come." Replies came from all directions.
The strong wind puffed up the Pope's gorgeous robes, and the infinite transparent spiritual tentacles suddenly penetrated the earth and traversed the underground space.
The mountains were swallowed up, the villages and towns were swallowed up, and in a blink of an eye, only the stone city with the rippling holy light remained.
"what happens!"
"Oops, the teleportation array is failing!"
"is there time!"
"That's too late!"
Behind the cathedral, Xu Pingan and others who sneaked here turned pale. They were horrified to find that the runes on the teleportation array flickered for a while, and then fell into deathly silence.
Like the tentacles of a world-destroying demonic insect dancing wildly between heaven and earth, strong mental shocks hit one after another, making everyone's minds tremble and showing signs of collapse.
what to do? what to do!
The way home is cut off, and horrific changes are happening. Xu Pingan was anxious. He looked around, and Fu Zhi remembered Lin Yuan's reminder before leaving.
"Go to the east hall of the church!!"
Xu Pingan suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, forced himself to wake up, and shouted loudly to his companion who was in a daze.
The group abandoned the failed teleportation array and hurriedly rushed towards the east.
"Holy Sacrifice brings all things together."
In front of the church, the Pope looked holy and spoke the end.
The tentacles smashed down on the city at the same time, and with a loud bang, the houses, tentacles, bishops, and people all disappeared.
In the quiet darkness, the all-devouring nothingness, the light of wisdom forms a white staircase, extending to the sky at the feet of the Pope.
The thin Pope took steps forward. When he stepped onto the first step, his body and the beetle statue in his hand began to fade.
Red, black, and gold, the Pope left colorful footprints one after another, and his whole body kept moving closer to the white color of the stairs.
When he reached the end of the stairs, a smooth mirror appeared in the void.
The Pope saw himself pure white in the mirror, but something was different. The Pope in the mirror does not have a beetle statue, but has a beetle horn in the center of his forehead.
The Pope smiled peacefully. He stretched out his right hand and put it against the mirror, and his reflection in the mirror also put his hand over.
“All things must return to oneness, and I shall return to the Lord.”
The Fire Star Lord caused a red mutation, turning everything into flames. The Black Death Immortal also had an epiphany in the shock at that time, and a bold idea came into his mind.
It has stayed in the sixth-level realm for too long, and there is no chance of entering the seventh-level immortal realm.
Since you can't become an immortal god, why not become a part of the immortal god?
The Black Death Immortal has a lot of research on death and souls, but it actually doesn't value the self as much as humans do.
When it comes to immortal gods, whether it is the splitting demon god who holds high the Kingdom of Stars, or the Moon Lord who lives deep in the Immortal Moon Palace, who can compare to the legendary immortal immortal?
That is the only recognized eighth-level true immortal, only under the extremely mysterious ruler of the spiritual world and the emperor of the past.
The great power of the Immortal Immortal is everywhere, and the wisdom that can live forever outside the body is undoubtedly the key to this great power.
The Black Death Immortal divided his body into two parts, one part became the underground kingdom, the other part became the holy priest, and the soul was shaped into a soul-eating insect to control the dead and run the kingdom.
Now, the wisdom of countless people has brought it here, and the elements are complete!
The eternal power that keeps the world running is hidden under many rules, and it sees it!
"The Black Death Immortal will die."
"From now on, I will be the immortal immortal and the only master in this world!"
The Pope smiled, no longer hesitated, and slowly disappeared into the mirror.
The stairs shattered and a holy white rain fell, briefly illuminating the darkness.
At this time, the Pope, who had almost disappeared in the mirror, seemed to have seen something incredible, and his lowered eyelids suddenly opened.
In the darkness that should have been nothingness, the two buildings were actually unscathed.
One is the tall city lord's palace, and the other is the gorgeous east hall of the cathedral.
But it can no longer act.
With deep reluctance, the Pope completely sank into the mirror.
