Chapter 426 - - 419 Shoot the bird that sticks its head out_1

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“Come on, you son of a bitch, if you can’t knock me down, you’ll only make me stronger.”

Duge staggered to his feet.

To pursue a realistic effect, he took out a magic wand from his storage ring, propped up his trembling body with it, and looked steadfast and composed, just like a hero resigned to his fate.

Both righteousness and duplicity surged within him.

In this short time, his attributes had at least doubled compared to before the battle, a total windfall!

Alien Warriors have never been dragon-slaying knights; their pursuit is the ultimate victory of the game.

To take the first place and eliminate other Alien Warriors is the ultimate goal.

Defeating the Pope would only yield a pitiful boost in attributes…

But by exploiting his villainous role, he could repeatedly boost his attributes, chasing the maximization of self-interest to the extreme.

Duge never forgot the essence of being an Alien Warrior.

“Come on, don’t stop, either you kill me, or your infamy will spread throughout the world…” Duge said with a disdainful look, taunting the Pope feebly.

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That’s exaggerated!

Nobb muttered to himself in criticism.

However, his gaze towards Duge was still full of admiration.

Perhaps, it was this commitment and focus that was the secret to his enduring success!

But at this moment, he really didn’t dare to defect; he hadn’t awakened his skill yet, and while the Pope couldn’t kill Duge, he could send Nobb flying with a backhand strike!

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Die!

I will kill you!

The Pope’s face twisted with malice as he roared inwardly, yet when he spoke, it changed to “I am guilty…”

With those words, he felt even more humiliated.

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The Pope struck.

Duge spat blood, cursing the Pope.

The Pope struck again.

This cycle continued, and when the Pope mentioned watching a girl bathe at the age of thirteen, all the spectators on the city walls had looked away.

Those who stayed at the scene, moved by Duge’s heroic act, finally came back to their senses.

Their gazes grew weird as a thought emerged in their minds.

Could the guy across be toying with the Pope?

With so many Holy Swords, not just a newly awakened ten-star Martial Spirit would have perished, but even a real god should have been slain. Yet his Martial Spirit seemed totally unaffected…

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In the bemused stares of the crowd, the Pope finally sensed something was wrong. He halted his strikes, his face stormy: “Are you toying with me?”

Even with the Divine Crown replenishing his spiritual power, the relentless use of the Holy Sword still left him feeling somewhat weakened.

The realization made him angrier than when he’d been confessing.

But the words that came out were not “I am guilty.”

The Pope was caught off guard. Had the confession ended?

Then, his face darkened further because before thirteen, he really had been a good kid with high moral standards, aspiring to become a bishop…

But now was not the time to dwell on the past.

Having self-disclosed so much dirt, he was on the edge of life and death.

He had to resolve the current threat.

Otherwise, he might die without ever knowing how, the Solar God was only dormant, not dead.

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Judgement is over!

Duge licked his lips, after speaking so much, the Pope’s sins really were too numerous to record…

And to think how the Solar God could have been so blind, choosing such a miscreant to be Pope.

Solar God.

Ptooey!

Might as well change the name to the Blind Dog.

Yet on reflection, it seemed normal. After all, which high-ranking official doesn’t have a glossy exterior but a heart filled with sins…

“You’ve discovered it, huh! The soldier’s strategies and water’s form are ever-changing, how can water be torn apart?” Duge smiled, standing up.

He knew his Martial Spirit wasn’t the same as real water.

But that statement wasn’t really for the Pope, it was for the audience outside.

The keyword of division, should still be concealed a bit; he couldn’t always rely on Bai Long to make excuses for him!

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, the towering Sea God instantaneously split into countless smaller Sea Gods. Each mini Sea God raised their magic wand and laughed heartily at the Pope. Then, sticking out their tongues, they tilted their heads to the side to perform a dying expression, lifelike…

This was a new trick Duge had mastered.

To be precise, it was a product of practice makes perfect.

Every strike from the Pope had been a tempering of his spiritual power.

If Duge’s spiritual power had been dead before, now it had come to life. He could easily split his spiritual power into countless parts without feeling any pain.

Somehow, this should be called his Soul Skill, even if it didn’t have a name.

Duge hadn’t opened his personal panel.

But he could feel that in this short time, his spiritual power had increased by at least a tenth; it was unrelated to the audience’s tips and purely a natural growth from the abuse he had suffered.

Not as rapid an increase as The Power of Faith, but it was a natural progression outside the influence of Pan-Universe Entertainment.

The gains this time were substantial, thanks to the Pope…

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Watching Duge’s lively and free spiritual power, and recalling his clownish behavior earlier, the Pope’s anger rose to a flashpoint; his throat tightened, and a trail of fresh blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Duge’s blood spitting was fake, his was real…

Damn it, to think that such a foolish tactic could deplete his Soul Power, unforgivable!

The Pope clenched the magic wand tightly in his hand, wiping away the blood from his lips, and said coldly, “Duge, I was not mistaken, you really are an Evil God. You are very clever, afraid of being exposed by me, which is why you dispersed the crowd early. But do you really think they will believe the filth you’ve splashed onto me?”

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