Players' NPC boss

[Record 12138: This is my 60th...64th body. The plan is far away. It may take another 2000, no, 2125 years to complete the prepared reserves]

[Record 12459: This is my 72nd body. I saw the pursuit of mixed-race people, but the love across races was destroyed because of our plan... It's so painful. 】

[Record 13671: This is my...does it matter how many bodies I have? It will take more than 1,500 years to complete the reserves. In order to collect faith, "I" actually treat ordinary people as livestock to collect faith. Is this really correct? 】

[Record 14000: They are very kind and want to multiply their descendants on this land and make the world a better place... But unfortunately, they live in a place destined to be destroyed. Is that plan really necessary? 】

[Record 14100: The Supreme Prince rebelled, but I think he made the right choice. Should I also... No? 】

[Record 14110: Observed earth-shaking, the consequences are too terrible, indeed the plan should continue, this is for the people of the future]

[Record...Damn it! It turned out that "I" was the cause of the earth-shaking, and I did it to this extent in order to gather faith! 】

[Record 1: Contact with the Knights of El Dorado, I think I found a new way to save the world? Human soulization? Hahaha, of course not, it’s Eve. I have never seen such a beautiful creature. She is perfect and eternal. I...]

[Record 7, this is the last record, I no longer need to determine who I am, I will be everything needed to meet the perfect Adam]

"call--"

The Pope exhaled into the sky. The white mist looked so sacred under the moonlight, as if there was a city of silver in it.

"Surely our sins can be forgiven in heaven."

"I will stop you!" The two cannons on Teresa's shoulders were raised and aimed at the Pope.

"Is it just you?" The Pope shook his head and turned around as if he had lost interest. "You are standing still for that stupid mission, but I have already moved forward, taking countless steps ahead of you. Angels are just one step."

He turned around to show Teresa his back, which had a tattoo of the terrifying big red dragon, and the seven-headed and ten-horned big red dragon formed the face of a goat.

"We always have a backup plan, don't we?"

The pope's body suddenly expanded, dragon scales sprouted from his body, and his huge wings tore open his back. The blood splattered on the ground looked like the afterbirth that had been taken off, or like a drawing of hell depicting the arrival of the devil.

[New Era Hell Incarnation LV250]

[The opposite of the New Only God, he is a living hell, and above his head is heaven]

"The perfect Adam was lost in the sky because the ancient totem was broken, and I will transform into a new totem and use this totem to sing about his great arrival!"

"Even if you destroy the signal tower, even if you destroy the Kabbalah tree of life composed of ten angels, I can still use myself to attract the perfect Adam!"

Teresa fired without hesitation, and two thick beams penetrated the Holy Cathedral.

The Pope proudly displays his plan, with only one purpose, and that is [to make your death clear]. The possibility of deliberate inducement cannot be ruled out, but the premise is that both sides are evenly matched.

"A weak attack is the same as when you think you are getting better."

Under the terrifying beam of light, the Pope was unscathed. He has lost his human form and turned into a monster.

But compared with the terrifying big red dragon that makes people immersed in her beauty, the monster transformed by the Pope is extremely twisted, like an ugly chimera.

In order to make himself a qualified symbol, the Pope pieced together everything to interpret hell on himself.

Ugly, but also incredibly powerful.

But Teresa did not escape, but planned to destroy the Pope here. Even if there was no chance of winning, she had to do something here.

"Full power movement——"

"We are the same person."

The huge figure of the Pope appeared behind Teresa in an instant, and the powerful God-generation equipment was easily twisted off, and was used as a weapon to hit Teresa hard on the head.

In a moment or two, cracks appeared on Theresa's helmet, and the advantages of prosthetic transformation appeared.

Under normal circumstances, Theresa was stunned and unable to resist, but the prosthetic body automatically launched an attack, deflecting the cannon and firing blinding flash bombs, buying Theresa time.

"Fire all bombs!"

Teresa poured out all the ammunition in one breath. The best way to do damage was to reduce the burden if it had no effect.

"it's useless!"

The Pope roared and broke through the barrage, the gunfire only staining his shell with a layer of dust. He grabbed Teresa and slammed her to the ground.

Teresa was like a ruined doll, sunk deeply into the marble bricks, her long golden hair pouring out from her helmet.

That familiar face made the Pope feel dazed for a moment, and was replaced by compassion from the heart.

"Is it Maria's body? You were saved by her again, how many more times will she save you?"

Teresa raised her hand with difficulty, wanting to do something, but what greeted her was the huge hand grabbed by the Pope, and her prosthetic body was twisting and deforming.

"You are so pathetic. Our era has been eliminated by God. You actually want to defeat me with the power of being eliminated. The loser's challenge again is just another failure!"

"Choose to believe in God! God will extend the hand of salvation to us!"

"I..." Theresa's eyes couldn't help but close until a young voice dispelled the fatigue that swept over.

"Even if you want me to save you, you have to try your best to reach out your hand."

"Who!" The Pope turned around suddenly.

It was a young man, he was a little thin, and looked between a man and a child. He appeared here at some point, walking slowly in the moonlight.

He was wearing a breastplate, and the black scarf that formed a neck swayed like a tail as he walked.

"Who are you?"

"God, the God you have always thought about."

"How dare you!" The Pope was furious, and his tail like a sharp sword slapped the boy.

But something surprising happened. The boy reached out and caught the Pope's tail, and then threw the Pope's huge body out like throwing away garbage.

The boy opened his arms and just caught Theresa who fell.

"You are..." Theresa murmured.

"It's me, it's me!"

The boy emphasized twice, and seeing Theresa still looked confused, the boy couldn't help but roll his eyes.

The black armor fell from the sky, and the thin boy held up the armor and became burly and strong. When the black helmet fell, the mask was buckled, and the golden eyes emitted light, the Pope and Theresa knew who came.

It was Blaze.