Chapter 428 - - 419 Shoot the bird that sticks its head out_3

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Expressions varied widely.

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Duge manipulated the water current, winding it around the Pope’s staff, but before he could exert force, veins bulged on the Pope’s forehead, and a hoarse roar squeezed out from his throat.

The Martial Spirit was suddenly retracted by him.

Then.

Another burst of light, and twelve pure white wings suddenly sprouted from his back.

At the same time, Duge’s enhanced Seven-Hole Touch was forced out from his body, blood streaming from all seven orifices, his visage so fierce, he seemed like a demon from hell…

The Pope glared at Duge, then suddenly turned, flapping his wings and soaring into the sky, fast as lightning.

Think you can run?

Not so easy!

Go ahead, but leave the equipment behind!

Duge’s Sea God Martial Spirit instantly split into more than ten Sea Gods, blocking the Pope’s path with even greater speed.

Normally, Martial Spirits can’t stray too far from their hosts.

But Duge had awakened the “Love remains though life ended” skill, making the Martial Spirits far from his body easier to control.

In the blink of an eye.

Several Martial Spirits caught up with the Pope, reaching out to grab at the wings on his back.

With concerted effort.

A wretched scream; at least six wings were torn off by the Sea God Martial Spirits.

Pfft!

The Pope’s blood sprayed out as if it cost nothing, paying back all the blood Duge had shed in full.

As the Martial Spirits suffered heavy damage, the Pope’s heart sank, his face turned ashen, scanning the Sea God Martial Spirits that surrounded him with resentment flitting through his eyes.

Then.

No longer paying attention to the attacking Sea Gods, he raised the staff in his hand high.

The tip of the staff, and the Divine Crown upon his head, suddenly burst into blinding light, shooting up into the heavens.

A bad premonition suddenly dawned in Duge’s heart. The Sea God Martial Spirit hastened its attack, with lightning speed tearing off the Pope’s remaining two wings.

Once more, the Pope spit out blood and collapsed into unconsciousness, plummeting straight down from the sky—yet the light emitted from his staff and Divine Crown showed no sign of stopping.

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“He’s summoning the Solar God,” a bishop said, trembling as he answered, looking at Duge, “King Holley, you should flee at once!”

Damn!

Are we going up against a god already?

Duge’s complexion shifted slightly, his offensive means still too weak, having failed to instantly kill even a Pope…

“My King, let’s leave! We stand no chance against the Solar God,” Duke Linqi urged in panic.

Nobb’s eyes lit up, his heartbeat slightly quickening.

In desperate times when all seems lost, there might be a glimmer of hope yet. Being too conspicuous isn’t always good— if the Solar God could take him down, everyone would be back to the starting line.

See what I mean?

How could we let Duge reign supreme, allowing him to win continuously?

Pan-Universe Entertainment is indeed fair…

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Run?

Where can one run to?

Could he keep on living amidst constant pursuit?

Did he still want to increase his attributes?

Duge remained silent.

The actions of the Pope had proven that the deities of this world were not omnipotent, at least they lacked mind-reading abilities, otherwise, how could they have let a shameless scoundrel deceive them for so long?

Take a gamble!

Gamble that the Solar God is reasonable and not as powerful as he had imagined, after all, even trash like the Pope dared to covet the divine position…

In the numerous simulated and Alien Battlefields, he had encountered many who were stronger than him, countless perils, and hadn’t he survived them all just the same?

Pan-Universe Entertainment couldn’t possibly create an unsolvable situation, right?

Duge extended his hand and summoned a stream of water, catching the Pope falling from the sky and conveniently taking back his Martial Spirit…

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It happened in the blink of an eye!

Shortly after the Pope sent the signal, a dazzling light appeared in the distant sky.

Quickly after, the light grew closer and in the blink of an eye, it arrived at the battlefield.

It was a golden chariot, pulled by six winged Pegasuses, with carvings of the sun on its body.

Driving the chariot was a real Angel.

He had three pairs of wings on his back, and his facial features were as though they were chiseled with an axe, radiating a holiness not of this world.

Upon seeing the Angel driving the Chariot of the Solar God, the bishops of the Holy See knelt on one knee to welcome the Divine Envoy.

The six-winged Angel surveyed the battlefield and saw the Pope unconscious in the water. He stretched out his hand and a beam of Holy Light cascaded down.

The Pope slowly came to, but because his Martial Spirit was severely damaged, he looked as if he had aged by more than a decade. He touched his body, puzzled as to why he hadn’t died?

The six-winged Angel frowned and asked, “Rumen, who has injured you?”

A surge of joy filled the Pope’s heart. Instinctively, he looked at Duge and pointed his finger: “Reilir, it’s… Solar God, I am guilty. I harbored blasphemy, desiring to replace You. I once falsely declared Your divine will to test whether You were asleep, whether You were watching over Your followers…”

“…” Reilir’s gaze initially shifted towards Duge, but upon hearing the Pope’s words, he was stunned and looked at the Pope in disbelief.

“…” All bishops.

Again?

The Pope felt both shocked and fearful, suddenly understanding why Duge had spared his life.

If he had died, it would have been over, and the Solar God would direct His wrath at his killer. But alive, and confessing his own sins, the Solar God would focus even more attention on him!

The Pope raised his hand, trying to cover his own mouth, but his voice still relentlessly spilled out: “I am guilty, I have executed Archbishop Gareth in the name of heresy…”

“Rumen, do you realize what you are saying?” The six-winged Angel Reilir’s face dark as ink, his glare piercing at the Pope like a sword.

“I am guilty…” Tears filled the Pope’s eyes as he pointed towards Duge.

Reilir looked at Duge.

Duge bowed respectfully to him: “Divine Envoy Reilir, I am Holley, the King of Duge Kingdom. My awakened Martial Spirit allows a person to voluntarily confess their sins.

I am a devout follower of the Solar God, I inadvertently discovered the true face of the Pope, a Blasphemer, and sought to execute him to uphold the dignity of the Solar God. Yet, in a desperate attempt, the Pope, cornered and on the brink of death, managed to summon you, the Divine Envoy, intending to shift the blame for his death onto me…”

“You managed to defeat the Pope?” Rumen eyed the Pope’s divine suit with skepticism.

“It was faith in the Solar God that supported me in defeating him,” Duge humbly replied, “If you don’t believe it, you can ask the bishops present.”

Pah!

Just a moment ago, you declared yourself the spokesperson of the Sea God!

Now you’re a follower of the Solar God?

How do you explain your Martial Spirit?

The bishops, seeing the Pope still confessing nonstop before the Divine Envoy and fearful of sharing the Pope’s fate, spoke up in turn to admit their own sins before the Divine Envoy.

They looked at each other, and the bishop with the eight-winged Angel Martial Spirit stepped forward, mustering courage to say: “Replying to Divine Envoy Reilir, what King Holley has said is true, the Pope is indeed a Blasphemer…”

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