Chapter 429 - - 420 Pride Sin_1

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“I am guilty…” The Pope angrily glared at the bishop who had stabbed him in the back and swung the magic wand in his hand to smash it.

“Divine Envoy Reilir, look quickly, you haven’t declared your position yet, and he has thrown away the sacred magic wand again.” Duge complained seriously, “He has no awe of the Solar God in his heart at all.”

“I once used an oracle to insult the holy maiden within the church…”

The Pope spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, watching Duge frame him without being able to retort, truly on the verge of madness.

“…” Reilir listened to the Pope’s words, looking at the actions that contradicted them, couldn’t help frowning. He turned to Duge and ordered, “Stop him first, I want to hear him say it himself.”

“Divine Envoy, you… you can’t possibly be shielding him, right?” Duge was taken aback, looking at Reilir with suspicion, “Upon discovering a blasphemer, shouldn’t they be executed immediately or handed over to the Solar God for judgment?”

“Are you questioning me?”

Reilir stood on the carriage, looking down at Duge from above with inherent arrogance and disdain.

Compared to an obscure mortal king, he would rather believe a Pope who has served the Solar God for decades.

After all.

The Pope’s words and actions seemed too contradictory, more like being manipulated by someone else.

“No, I am upholding the honor of the Solar God.” Like a zealous believer, Duge stood tall, confronting the angel face to face, “The Pope has admitted to his crimes in his own words, the bishop of the Holy See is the human witness. Even if you don’t believe me, Divine Envoy, you should investigate the truth at the Holy See instead of sheltering a blasphemer…”

A brilliance of a holy sword gradually appeared in Reilir’s palm. Duge did not obey his command, which made him feel offended: “I detest slick talkers.”

“Divine Envoy, you may dislike me, but I must remind you that on the previous battlefield, thousands witnessed the Pope’s crime. Failing to deal with this matter promptly will cause irreversible damage to the reputation of the Solar God.”

Looking at the six-winged angel with a sword in the sky, Duge stood fearless, challenging the angel loudly, “If I am killed for protecting the Solar God, how will the world see the Solar God?

Divine Envoy, you can kill me due to personal preferences, but will there still be people willing to fight for the Solar God afterward? When the Solar God asks about today’s events, how do you intend to explain?”

Clack!

Duke Linqi’s heart trembled heavily.

If he let go of the Pope as he said, could the Pope really turn the heavens upside down?

Why are you defying him?

Alien Warrior Nobb watched Duge, shaking his head internally.

It has to be said.

Duge truly was brave; in this regard, he couldn’t hold a candle to him…

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Reilir smirked contemptuously: “Mortal, you overvalue the status of mortals in the hearts of Gods Spirits.”

The sword in his hand swept down fiercely, casting a sacred glow.

The fighting style of the angels is different from that of humans.

They do not use Martial Spirit, relying more on their own Divine Power, which compared to Martial Spirit, is more convenient, faster, and much more powerful.

The Pope was still confessing, but a cold smile crossed his lips. No matter the outcome for him, his goal was achieved; trying to reason with God Spirits was foolish.

Duge dodged swiftly.

In Reilir’s astonished eyes, the Martial Spirit of the Sea God shone behind Duge, spreading across the entire surface of the sea.

At the same time, the water in the river surged into the sky, overlapping with Duge’s Martial Spirit as if forming a real ocean mid-air.

The water from the river poured continuously into his Martial Spirit, even exposing the dark riverbed.

Reilir stopped swinging his sword, sneered: “Mortal, is this what you call devotion? There has never been a zealot whose Martial Spirit was other than that of an angel…”

“Who says other Martial Spirits can’t worship the Solar God.”

Duge flashed into the air; in the water, his speed was almost instantaneous.

He used the power of the Sea God to lift the river water into the sky so that when fighting Reilir, dodging was more convenient. He didn’t know the combat strength or Divine Skills of angels and used all the moves he could.

But when the Martial Spirit merged with the river water, Duge suddenly discovered a secret; with the Sea God’s Martial Spirit and the technique ‘Love Remains Though Life Ended’, he could achieve instant displacement in midair.

On the last Alien Battlefield, the limitation that Duge could only move within water was completely compensated for by the presence of his Martial Spirit.

“Prevarication.” Reilir was unconcerned by the carriage being submerged by the river, slashing his Holy Sword toward Duge’s Sea God’s Martial Spirit.

He too was aware of a mortal’s weakness.

With the Martial Spirit seriously damaged, the mortal is bound to be seriously injured.

But a God Spirit who has merged mind and body does not have this weakness; they themselves are powerful weapons.

Seeing Reilir making the same mistake as the Pope, attacking Duge’s Martial Spirit, many bishops simultaneously sighed.

The Holy Sword swept through, severing the Sea God’s Martial Spirit in half. Reilir’s heart leaped with joy, ready to follow up and completely shatter Duge’s Martial Spirit, and kill the detestable mortal.

But in the next instant, his feet were suddenly pulled, a huge force came from below, pulling him straight into the river.

Struggling, Reilir flapped his wings but couldn’t overcome Duge’s immense strength. His face filled with shock, “How can you have such great strength…gh!”

He was cut off mid-sentence.

A stream of water rushed quickly into his orifices, plugging back the words he was about to say.

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