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nChapter 556: Core Deity Space

nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nLunatic, he was truly a ridiculous lunatic!

nSeeing the insane Pope laughing loudly, the group shook their heads. However, they truly did not know how to deal with this lunatic for the time being. Even Raymond, who had terrifying abilities, knit his brows gently.

nHe had killed twelve Great Twelve-winged Angels and destroyed their souls with one strike using his powerful abilities, cleanly silencing them. Following this, as long as they completely destroyed the faction of the Church, the members of the Church who managed to escape would never be able to summon Great Angels or request for reinforcements from the City Amongst the Clouds. This way, even though they might not be able to hide their actions from the City Amongst the Clouds completely, they could, at the very least, prevent the other party from receiving any information in the foreseeable future.

nUnlike the Great Twelve-winged Angels, even though the Pope himself was not powerful, but his identity was unique. He had received the blessing of the Core Deity of Light before he took the position, and he had a shred of the Core Deity’s Soul Imprint in his brain. It would not be simple to kill the old Pope without attracting the attention of the Core Deity of Light!

n“As long as the Core Deity of Light receives the news… All of you will have to die, you will all die together, hahaha!” Seeing that the group did in fact not dare to act recklessly, the Pope laughed loudly like a lunatic.

n“Hmph, you’re asking for death!” The Great Commander of the Dark Association let out a cold grunt, leading a team of Dark Knights in charging forward. Even if he was unable to kill the detestable Pope on the spot, he could at least torture him till he was half-dead, making him experience hell on earth.

n“Pope, leave, leave quickly!”

nWilbur led the Templars in holding the many Dark Knights back, trying his best to protect the Pope and allow him to escape. The Holy City has fallen. If the Pope was to encounter and misfortune or get himself imprisoned, there would be no way for the Church to rise again in the future. Even though he had not approved of the Pope’s manic plans all these while, but he could not look on helplessly as the Church got completely destroyed by the enemy forces.

n“Hehehe, leave? Let’s see where you can run off to!” The Corpse Wizard King cackled loudly, instructing the many Magical Beasts to block off the path of escape, heavily surrounding the Pope and his group. He instantly killed a dozen Templars by the Pope’s side using a Death Ripple and Corpse Explosion.

nUnexpectedly, perhaps due to their loyalty to the Church, or perhaps because this was their final battle, after understanding that they no longer had any way out, the Templars fought to their deaths under Wilbur’s leadership, attempting to protect the Pope as he tried to escape. The Dark Templars turned invisible as they waved their sharp scimitars, while the Light Templars cast the magical spells they had the most mastery over. They attacked in waves, clenching their teeth as they charged outward, willing to die along with the Magical Beasts and Dark Knights blocking their way.

n“Hmph, since you are so loyal, then you all can be buried alongside the pope!” Seeing that the black-robed Wilbur was engaging in stubborn resistance, instructing the many Templars to fight to their deaths, Yang Ling let out a cold grunt. He whipped out the Battle Soul Blade and teleported to Wilbur’s back using the Earth Evasion Technique, then struck the blade fiercely downward.

n“Elder, careful!” A Dark Templar became alarmed as he saw Yang Ling suddenly appear behind Wilbur’s back, roaring as he charged forward without a care for the consequences. Unfortunately, he was one step too late!

nA gleam of light flashed past, and a crack was heard as the blade landed cleanly onto Wilbur’s head!

nIt was a Yang Ling’s most powerful strike, a strike that even the Sea Demon King did not dare to take head-on, much less any average person. It would kill anyone below Domain Expert in a second!

nRoar…

nThe Nine-headed Snake King Hydra roared and dived down from the sky, tearing the Dark Templar who was attempting to kill Yang Ling into two. It used all of its nine heads, releasing waves after waves of powerful magical attacks. Fireballs, icicles and Wind Daggers filled the air. The Dark Dragon King, Flying Dragon King, and the rest of the group followed closely behind, swarming forward as they unleashed a torrential attack. Soon, the guards around the Pope fell one by one. Some of them got reduced to mincemeat by the sharp blades of the Dark Knights. Some got trampled to a paste, others got ripped to shreds…

n“God said to use the Holy Light to purify the souls of the cultists, we…” The Pope had an ancient Bible in his hand. He cast a Prophecy Technique, releasing a ring of incandescent Holy Light, instantly crumbling the souls of a dozen Dark Knights. The Pope was being enveloped by Holy Light, protecting him against Hydra’s icicles and fireballs.

nThe Pope was not strong, but the Bible that had been blessed personally by the Core Deity of Light was exceptional!

n“It’s over, everything is over, surrender!” Just as the Pope was prepared to attack Yang Ling using the Bible, the Golden Lion, who had been observing the situation from the side, finally took action, fiercely pushing out a long gleaming spear.

nWhoosh…

nThe long spear flew outward, transforming into a bolt of silver light as it flashed past the air. It instantly crumbled the Pope’s protective Holy Light and pierced into his chest. It not only interrupted the Pope’s Great Prophecy Technique, but it also pinned his body onto the ground.

n“Pope, Pope…”

n“Pope…”

n…

nThe rest of the Templars shouted as they ran over, attempting to protect the Pope who had been pinned down onto the ground. Unfortunately, under the fierce attack of the group, they could not even protect themselves, much less protect the Pope and escape. Soon, they fell one by one, leaving behind the Pope who had been reduced to become an empty commander.

nAt the same time, under the fierce attacks of the allied army, the entire Holy City fell. Flames raged, and corpses were littered all across the ground. The ghastly sight of blood covering every corner of the Holy City. The once high and mighty Church that has lorded over the entire Tailun Continent is now officially headed toward destruction. The giant statue of an angel with represented the Church fell onto the ground, accompanied by a deafening boom!

n“Hahaha, kill… Kill me if you can!” Even though he was heavily injured and on the ground, the Pope still maintained his insanity, shooting a poisonous look toward Yang Ling, the Golden Lion, and the rest of the group. He had fallen from grace in the blink of an eye and had personally witnessed the decline and destruction of the Church. It had mercilessly crushed the dream in his heart.

nThe dream of lording over the entire continent was so far away and laughable at this moment!

n“Hehe, it’s going to be hard even if you want to die!” The Great Commander of the Dark Cavalries Barbosa leaped to the front of the Pope and shook the long spear lodged within the Pope’s body with force. In that instant, the latter trembled in pain.

n“Ah… You devil, the Core Deity will never let you off. You will all die the day the Angel Army descends unto the continent!” The Pope let out a dull grunt, forcefully fighting back the pain in his chest as he cursed Barbosa before his eyes. He cursed the God of Swords, Yang Ling, and the rest of the group, wishing them gruesome deaths.

nGruesome deaths?

nSeeing that the Pope was still this vile, Barbosa’s expression turned ice-cold, stomping onto the other party’s extended fingers with force. In that instant, the Pope squealed like a dying pig, no longer able to withstand the inhuman punishment. The veins of the fingers led straight to the heart. In that instant, it was as if Barbosa had not stepped onto his fingers, but instead his entire heart.

n“Ah… You devil that will die a gruesome death, if… Kill me if you can!” The Pope screamed hysterically, trembling in pain.

n“Sir Raymond, what do we do?” Seeing the manic Pope, the Great Elder of the Dark Association shook his head.

nThat old fool in the City Amongst the Stars is troublesome. Even if he did not come here personally, him sending the main Angel Army over is already going to bring us a great deal of trouble!” Raymond knit his brows gently, pausing for a moment before he continued, “Let’s do this. Find a way to imprison him!”

nEven though he did not fear the old fool in the City Amongst the Stars, but Raymond had already gotten used to the peaceful life. He did not want to expose his true identity, nor did he want to live the life that he did, wandering from place to place, fighting wherever he went. For the peace of the Tailun Continent, he did not wish for any unnecessary trouble.

n“I’ll do it. I have a way of imprisoning him for eternity!” Yang Ling waved his hand and moved the heavily injured Pope into the Wizard Pagoda’s Space, then formed a Wizard Seal as he teleported into the space, prepared to instruct the six-winged Angel Leader Ophilia to build an underground jail facility to imprison this insane Pope forever.

n“Core Deity Space?”

nAfter being moved into this foreign Wizard Pagoda’s Space by Yang Ling and sensing that the Bible in his hand had lost its effect, the Pope was alarmed, immediately remembering the Core Deity Space that he had heard about from the legends. According to the confidential documents of the Church, the Bible that had been blessed by the Core Deity of Light would only lose its effect if it was in a powerful Core Deity Space.

nThe Core Deity will immediately sense it if he were to die on the Tailun Continent, and he could drag down the three head honchos of the Dark Association, Yang Ling, and the rest of the group if he were to be killed. However, the Core Deity of Light might not be able to sense if even if he were to be torn to shreds by the enemy in a legendary Core Deity Space.

n“No… Impossible, definitely impossible!” The Pope completely lost his sense of reason when his last flicker of hope was extinguished, shouting as he stumbled around the space.

n“Respectable Pope, it’s best that you save your strength. In this dimension, no one is going to come to save you even if you shout your lungs out!” Yang Ling hovered in the air, slowly following behind the Pope. He felt even better seeing how fearful the other party was than if he were to kill him with one strike.

n“No… Impossible!” The Pope ran around in despair, unable to accept the fact that he had arrived at a Core Deity Space. Running without aim, the Pope coincidentally stumbled into the Beast Soul Altar that had just been activated.

n“Darn it, where did this bastard come from?” Seeing the Pope get rapidly devoured by the Beast Soul Altar, the haggard Beastman Priest Augustus got completely dumbfounded.

nOver the days, in order to see if he could form a powerful Magical Beast by fusing a bunch of spiders with a bunch of pythons, he had been extremely busy, failing time and time again. To think that he was just having a good feeling about his final attempt when a weird lunatic would stumble into the altar, ignorantly charging into the altar while he was activating it!

nWhat kind of monster would come out of a human, a bunch of Red-haired Tarantulas and a bunch of pythons?

nAugustus was completely dumbfounded, while Yang Ling, who had been unable to stop the Pope in time, also sweated profusely!

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