I loaded the gods module

Chapter 132 The Covenant
At the moment when the pope got rid of the shackles of the time beam, everything burst into sparks like gears turning rapidly.

In his anger, all the creatures in the capital of the Holy Emperor felt the suffocating crazy power, and countless mortal believers with weak minds suddenly knelt down on the ground with frenzied expressions.

They may be teachers, businessmen, parents of children, elderly people... What this crazy city lacks most are these devout believers who love the Holy Light.

"Praise the Light! Praise the Light! Praise the Light!"

They laughed wildly and tore off their skins, offered their souls for the Holy Light in blood, and then lost their breath.

Soon, the corpses of devout believers gave birth to vicious eyeballs one after another, and they gathered together to become arms, an extension of the Pope's anger consciousness, and forever became a part of the spokesperson of the Holy Light.

No one can save these mortals.

Because the moment they believed in the Holy Light, the tragic fate of the fanatics was already doomed, and it could never be changed...

Fortunately, no one cares about the lives of the believers of the Holy Light. They are just a group of lambs who were born in ignorance and ended up in ignorance.

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"We...are we safe?"

Panting heavily, Ron stood in the sparkling sea of ​​mist. The young man subconsciously squeezed his lantern tightly, surrounded by illusory red butterflies and black crows.

This is the only remaining historical record of Angelo, and the pirate ship inside was driven away by an unscrupulous leader, resulting in the dragon's abyss world being empty and nothing left.

"Obviously not yet!"

Adolf, who was holding a candy hammer, stared at the boundless sky. The next moment, the sound of paper being torn came to the ears of the two, and arms composed of countless eyeballs fell down, and the sound of frenzied ravings was overwhelming. .

Immediately afterwards, the distressed figure of the bard was outlined in front of the two of them. Angelo squeezed the pen tightly, and a pure piece of paper appeared in front of the dragon.

"Listen up! You have to hold back the pope's will, I'll buy time to escape!"

Under the dignified eyes of the two night watchmen, the giant dragon picked up the pen and began to rewrite the long-standing historical knowledge, and he handed over his back to the new deep-sea employees.

The arms are already rushing towards the face, the pope's ethereal laughter is getting closer...

Ron roared and swung the flaming jackknife, Adolf swung the ferocious giant hammer in a silent circle. The tacit understanding between the two has already passed the test of time. In a short time, the crawling arms condensed in the air. In situ, broken eyeballs flew around.

But those arms are getting more and more...

"Angelo! We can't hold it anymore!"

An arm had already quickly climbed onto Ron's ankle, leaving bloody scratches on the young man's skin the moment it touched.

'I have seen rivers full of fire and rock. '

Finally, Angelo finally stopped writing slowly and intently, a door turned into words emerged out of thin air, blazing flames rose up, and the historian wrote a world out of thin air!
"Done! Follow me!"

The next moment, the giant dragon pushed open the door, and the figures of the three disappeared into the abyss full of arms in an instant.

"You can't escape...especially you...my beloved historian..." In the history books completely soaked in madness, only the pope's vague and ethereal declaration remained.

In the blazing world lined with magma and stone pillars, the bard standing in the fiery red is still writing new poems, and two night watchmen are guarding him.

'I have seen the remains of ancient countries covered in ice and snow. '

And when Angelo wrote the last word, the magma around the three of them boiled, eyes grew on the stone pillars, and one arm after another broke through the ground.

The dragon pushed open the door again, and snowflakes fluttered.

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"It's really scary... Is this the anger of a transcendent at the 'Sacred Heart' level?"

The gray-haired boy stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking with great interest at the boiling river of holy light. Under the influence of the pope, almost everything he could see with the naked eye grew wriggling arms.

They grow endlessly on the surface of bridges and buildings, chasing all creatures who desecrate the holy light.

"'Miracle' and 'God' will be bound by the shackles of the abyss, unable to freely affect the world... Therefore, the extraordinary person of the Sacred Heart rank has become the master of the world, able to control the lives of mortals at will."

Roy sighed: "This is really unfair to mortals..."

"So...is this why the Deep Sea Company was established?"

Someone stood behind Roy and asked: "Do you want all mortals to have the power to cross positions and fight against the Sacred Heart?"

"Of course, and more than that."

The gray-haired boy showed an expectant smile. He looked at the strange face in the sky, and Roy's tone became cheerful: "Sooner or later, there will be such a day, even the bright stars, will be in the power of mortals. into the abyss."

The figure behind the boy suddenly fell silent.

After a long, long time, the figure built by the night finally sighed: "You are really a greedy and terrifying god...storm."

He asked, "Do you want to be the Lord of the Gods?"

"Being a god requires some pursuit." Roy responded without thinking. The boy turned his head and stared at the night: "Are you willing to help me?"

"Remember the agreement between you and me, Storm."

The figure gradually dissipated, leaving only a solemn voice echoing in the boy's ears: "After you have dealt with the Holy Light in this land, you also have to help the night watchmen fight against the corrupt black plague." '..."

He sighed: "The Kingdom of Eternal Glory... can no longer lose the witch who curbed the black plague..."

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Soon, the giant dragon used up all the paper, and the three of them stood in the city built by the sea of ​​clouds, surrounded by densely packed eyeballs and arms.

The sledgehammer in Adolf's hand was already broken, but the old man with disheveled hair never stopped swiping, like a bloody thug, the captain of the night watchman never showed any sign of flinching.

"Are we doomed, Angelo Helmsman?"

The night watchman, who was dripping blood all over his body, showed a weary wry smile at this moment. The jackknife in Ron's hand had already broken, and the faint dawn fire was dimmed.

"Don't worry, the captain will not abandon us."

Although the bard was also covered in scars, Angelo's expression was still very calm. As a calamity poet who had already experienced madness, the dragon's eyes showed no trace of fear.

Immediately afterwards, Angelo raised his head, and the dragon's breath tore apart the will of all the popes who approached. Unfortunately, the dragon's throat was already hoarse, and the breath only lasted for a short moment.

The endless arms gathered together again, but at the next moment, the familiar musket roar came to everyone's ears!

Broken eyeballs flew around.

"Well said, my best sailor." The exhausted staff finally heard the deep laughter of the ghost captain.

The flying Black Pearl descends from the sky!

"Come aboard, sailors, it's time for us to divide the spoils!"

(End of this chapter)