Chapter 427 - - 419 Shoot the bird that sticks its head out_2

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“Whether you believe it or not will naturally be judged by the Solar God,” Duge chuckled.

“You have profaned the spokesperson of the Solar God with evil means, you don’t really think the Solar God would believe an Evil God, do you?” the Pope said indifferently.

Duge caught the subtext of his words.

Even if he was a villain, to prove He wasn’t blind, the Solar God would have to grit His teeth and protect him…

“I believe the Solar God is an upright individual, it’s just that He has been deceived by you,” Duge shook his head, “No God Spirit would protect a Blasphemer who covets His position.”

“Blasphemer?” the Pope huffed lightly, looking at the Sea God that Duge had reconstituted, and sneered, “Duge, you should be more worried about whether you can withstand the wrath of the Sea God!”

“…” Duke Linqi, listening to the sharp exchange between the two, felt a few involuntary twitches in his brow, damn it, why did he stay here, wasn’t it better to have left earlier with Lass and the others while helping the civilians to escape?

“The Sea God is just…” Duge spoke suddenly, unleashing the Seven-Hole Touch.

Uh!

The unsuspecting Pope was hit once again.

His papal robe might be immune to magic, but the Sea God’s Power is Divine Power, naturally one tier above magic.

And the people in this world didn’t have internal spiritual power, they naturally couldn’t resist the Seven-Hole Touch.

Realizing he couldn’t farm attributes on the Pope, Duge naturally wouldn’t hold back any longer, and besides, his attributes had doubled just before, and his spiritual power had also increased, making the use of Seven-Hole Touch even quicker than before.

The Pope again used the twelve-winged Angel’s Soul Skills, pulling out the ice spears that invaded his body: “Despicable, you shameless scoundrel, you really think I have no way to deal with you?”

He raised the magic wand in his hand, “Solar wind…” Ugh!"

The words had not yet fallen.

His seven orifices were once again filled with water.

Unable to farm attributes, Duge of course went all out with his firepower.

The river’s water churned into countless water dragons rising into the sky, pouring towards the holes on the Pope’s body incessantly…

He could pull out one, but not two.

The twelve-winged Angel had originally held up a dazzling sun, and when that sun appeared, the surrounding temperature suddenly soared.

But with the Pope’s body under fierce assault, the sun was forced to vanish, and the twelve-winged Angel had to rush to the Pope’s aid.

Otherwise.

If his body suffocated to death, the Martial Spirit would also dissipate.

But even as a ten-star Martial Spirit, facing the surging water dragons, it was a bit overwhelmed.

Water was pouring into the Pope’s mouth, nose, ears, and even both trouser legs and sleeve cuffs, making him look as if he was entangled by countless water snakes.

The Pope couldn’t even close his mouth.

Horrific, terrifying, thrilling!

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Is this Duge’s true strength?

Nobb was stunned to see this scene.

His hands and feet cold, in just a few days, he overwhelmed a fully equipped, ten-star Martial Spirit Pope…

How did he do it?

Recalling the blessing the Pope placed on him that could block three attacks from a ten-star Martial Spirit, Nobb felt ridiculous. This round of water dragons, it must have launched thousands of attacks, right?

What is Pan-Universe Entertainment up to?

Create such a terrifying fellow, how are others supposed to play?

Might as well all go to sleep!

Wasn’t it forbidden for warriors over the age of twenty-five to enter the battlefield?

There must be a scandal!

As for Duke Linqi and the many bishops, they too were stunned; at this moment, the look they gave Duge was as if they were looking at a real God Spirit.

Any hatred in Duke Linqi’s heart had already vanished without a trace.

Compared to the Pope, what Duge did to him was really too gentle, it could even be said to be affectionate…

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While the Pope was suffering terribly.

Below the Sea God Martial Spirit, the sea water gathered towards the Sea God, and as the water surged, the body of the Sea God instantly expanded, becoming a towering giant.

The twelve-winged Angel beneath the Sea God’s feet was pitiful like a small bird.

The Pope’s eyes suddenly widened, how could there be such a huge Martial Spirit, perhaps Duge was the true embodiment of the Sea God!

At that moment.

Regret flooded the Pope’s mind.

The King of the Evil Gods, waging war, slaughtering thousands of Evil Gods…

Reminders from Nobb flashed back.

You were also an Evil God, so how come you’re so weak, like a little chick, compared to the mighty Duge?

The reason the Pope dared to provoke Duge was simply because he coveted the Evil God’s ability and wanted to recruit them as his subordinates, to lay the foundation for a future power grab.

All along, he had taken Nobb as a benchmark.

But now…

He just felt like he had been fooled by Nobb’s malice.

At that moment.

He deeply regretted it; had he known this was the true strength of the King of the Evil Gods, why would he have eagerly joined the fray?

The giant form of the Sea God Martial Spirit reached out to grab the twelve-winged Angel.

The twelve-winged Angel, flapping its wings, deftly dodged.

Duge smiled faintly; the water beneath the Sea God rose, twisting into countless water dragons, like an iron cage, locking all escape routes for the twelve-winged Angel.

The water prison gradually closed in, turning into water snakes, and squeezed into the seven orifices of the twelve-winged Angel.

Above was the twelve-winged Angel, below was the Pope, echoing each other, as if they were part of a famous world painting—Pope in Agony.

Apart from the Pope’s whining and the sound of water, there was not a single other noise.

Everyone was as if frozen in place, offering a silent tribute to the Pope.

Sympathy, panic, horror, envy…

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