"I'm guilty..." The pope glared angrily at the bishop who stabbed him in the back, picked up the staff in his hand and smashed it.

"Her Majesty Lelier, look, before you express your opinion, he has thrown away the sacred staff again." Duge complained solemnly, "He has no reverence for the Sun God in his heart."

"I once used the oracle to insult the saints in the church..."

The Pope spat out another mouthful of blood. He watched helplessly as Doug framed him, but could not speak back. He was really going crazy.

"..." Lelier listened to what the Pope said and saw the actions that were contrary to his words. He couldn't help frowning. He looked at Duge and ordered, "You ask him to stop first. I want to listen to him."

Say it yourself."

"God's envoy, you...are you trying to protect him?" Duge was stunned for a moment and looked at Lelier suspiciously, "Shouldn't those who blaspheme the gods be executed as soon as possible or handed over to the Sun God?

Are you frustrated?"

"Are you questioning me?"

Lelier stood on the carriage, looking down at Doug from above, with inherent arrogance and contempt in his eyes.

Rather than an unknown mortal king, he was more willing to believe in the Pope who had served the Sun God for decades.

after all.

The Pope's words and deeds seem too contradictory, and more like he is being controlled.

"No, I am protecting the reputation of the Sun God." Duge looked like a fanatical believer. He straightened his back and faced the angel tit for tat. "The Pope personally admitted the crime, and the bishop of the Holy See was a witness. Even if the divine envoy was not

Believe me, you should also go to the Holy See to investigate the truth instead of covering up a blasphemer..."

A lightsaber gradually appeared in Lelier's palm. Duge did not listen to his orders, which made him feel offended: "I hate people with sharp teeth and sharp mouths."

"Angel, you can hate me, but I have to remind you that on the previous battlefield, tens of thousands of people witnessed the Pope's crime. If this matter is not dealt with in time, it will have an irreparable impact on the reputation of the Sun God."

Looking at the seraphs holding swords in the sky, Duge was unafraid. He asked the angel loudly, "If I am killed for defending the Sun God, how should the world view the Sun God?

Envoy of God, you can kill me because of your personal preferences, but will anyone in the world fight for the Sun God in the future? When the Sun God asks about what happened today, how do you plan to explain it to him?"

Ding!

Grand Duke Lin Qi's heart trembled heavily.

If he listens to his words and lets go of the Pope, can the Pope still rebel?

Why are you contradicting him?

Alien warrior Norbu looked at Doug and shook his head secretly.

have to say.

Doug is really brave, but his courage is far inferior to...

…

Lelier smiled contemptuously: "Mortal, you attach too much importance to the status of mortals in the hearts of gods."

The sword in his hand slashed down violently, drawing out a ray of sacred light.

The way angels fight is different from humans.

He does not use martial souls, but uses his own divine power more. Compared with martial souls, divine power is more convenient, faster, and more powerful.

The Pope was still repenting, but there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth. Regardless of his ending, his goal was achieved. It was too stupid to try to reason with the gods.

Doug ducked out of the way.

In Lelier's surprised eyes, the Poseidon Martial Spirit behind Duge lit up, and the sea surface spread out.

At the same time, the water in the river rose into the sky, overlapping with Duge's martial spirit, as if forming a real sea in mid-air.

The river water continuously instilled his martial spirit, even the black river bed was exposed.

Lelier stopped swinging his sword and sneered: "Mortal, this is what you call piety? There has never been a fanatical believer in a martial spirit other than an angel..."

"Who said other martial arts spirits can't believe in the Sun God?"

Duge ducked into the air, and in the water, he had almost teleportation speed.

He used the power of Poseidon to send the river water up to the sky, so that it would be easier to dodge when hitting Lelir. He didn't know the angel's combat power and magical powers, so he used all the moves he could use.

But when the martial spirit merged with the river water, Duge suddenly discovered a secret. The Poseidon Martial Spirit, coupled with the skill of breaking the silk chain, allowed him to teleport in the air.

In the last alien battlefield, Duge's defect of being able to move only in the river was completely made up for by the existence of the martial spirit.

"Sophistication." Lelier didn't care that the carriage was submerged by the river, and slashed at Duge's Poseidon Martial Spirit with his sword.

He also knows the weaknesses of mortals.

If the martial spirit is severely injured, mortals will definitely be seriously injured.

The gods whose mind and body are integrated into one do not have this weakness. They are powerful weapons in themselves.

Seeing that Lelier made the same mistake as the Pope and attacked Duge's martial spirit, many bishops sighed at the same time.

The holy sword swept across, and the Poseidon's martial spirit was cut in half. Lelier was delighted, and was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue him, chop Duge's martial spirit into pieces, and completely kill this mortal that he hated.

But in the next moment, his legs were suddenly grabbed, and a huge force came from underneath him, dragging him straight into the river.

Lelier struggled to flap his wings, but he couldn't match Duge's strength. He looked horrified: "How can you have such great strength... Wow!"

That's half the story.

A ball of water quickly rushed into his seven orifices, blocking all the words he wanted to say next.

Feeling the severe pain under his body, Lelier swung his sword towards Duge, but when he swung the sword, Duge had teleported behind him, held his neck, and grabbed one of his wings.

, with a sharp thrust, his wings were ripped off with a stabbing sound.

ah!

A shrill scream.

A ball of dazzling light suddenly burst out from Lelier's body, and Doug was thrown away. He staggered out of the river, but was pushed back by countless big hands made of water: "No... ugh

!”

Previously, Duge's martial spirit was unable to attack entities, which had always been his regret.

But after being infused with water, it is equivalent to adding flesh and blood to the soul, and it can unleash the powerful power of the martial soul at will.

Otherwise, experience is gained in battle.

Duge has always liked to attack the mind, rarely fights in person, and has never been able to develop the power of Poseidon enough.

Now he finally felt the joy of fighting.

At this time, Lelier was fighting Duge, who had more than 2.5 million spiritual powers. Duge was comparable to a god...

on the ground.

Everyone was shocked when they saw Angel being beaten violently by Doug and unable to fight back.

The Pope, who was still confessing, was trembling, and his voice was vibrating when he spoke. How could this be possible?

How can he have such strong fighting power?

Who is he?

Norbu stretched out his hand to wipe his sweat. His pupils shrank suddenly, with a look of horror on his face. Why did Duge's combat effectiveness increase again?

Alien warriors can't be so powerful!

Shady!

It must be something shady!

If he can go back alive, he must complain to Pan Universe Entertainment. The game can be unfair, but it cannot be too unfair...

He hasn't even awakened his skills for so many days.

Doug is judging and beating up angels again. They are all outrageous. What the hell is this?

…

"You said it so arrogantly, I thought it was so powerful, but it turns out it's also a silver pewter spear head..." Duge mocked disdainfully, then ducked over, tore off one of his wings, and put the gun in his hand.

The Holy Sword was also taken away.

Duge swung his holy sword and cut off his remaining four wings with a few strokes.

Then, looking at the pure white holy sword, I secretly sighed that it was indeed an angel's weapon, but it was sharper than any mortal weapon.

All the wings were cut off, Lelier fell into a coma, blood spurted out from his back, and he allowed the seven-hole touch to destroy his body without moving.

The six wings were thrown on the water by Duge, dripping with blood and floating with the waves.

It was quiet all around.

Duger looked at the group of bishops over there and asked: "Are all angels so weak?"

The bishop was dumbfounded and looked at Doug with fear in his eyes. The angel is weak, but you are obviously too strong, okay?

Especially the Pope, his eyes are particularly resentful. He has such a strong fighting power, why don't you give me a good time?

You have to pretend to be a clown, and your martial soul is torn to pieces by me again and again. Is it so fun to play with me?
To be continued...