Then he called to Dyson: "Come and pay homage to the Immortal God. Dedicate your soul to the Immortal God and you will receive his protection."

"The Immortal God!? You? Isn't this Dervish Monk An?" Dyson stared so hard that his eyes almost fell off. He just betrayed the Pope. Why did he suddenly want to dedicate his soul to the Immortal God?

"Yes, he is also the person who inherited the God of Scales and the God of Immortality." He said, leaning into Ange's ear and saying: "Sir, show me the Ring of Scales."

Ange pulled his hand out of the space, flashed the ring of the scale, and then put his hand into the space again.

"This...this...this..." Dyson was speechless for a long time.

Anthony smiled and said: "You have no choice. From the moment you cover Dyson's head, you have no other choice. Choose one, the God of Immortality or the God of Libra."

Dyson cried sadly and said: "It turns out to be the God of Libra. Dyson dedicates everything to you. May your glory illuminate the darkness."

Yes, he had no choice. From the moment he decided to impersonate Dyson, he had no other choice. However, he clearly just betrayed the Pope, why did he become like this?

Anthony is a liar...

Ange accepted Dyson's soul flame and began to pull people out of the space, four-winged angels, two-winged angels, second-order angels, second-order, second-order, second-order...

With everyone stunned, Ange took out a third-order four-winged angel and fifty second-order two-winged angels.

Coupled with the fourth level of little angel, the room was suddenly filled with Holy Spirit angels.

Negris said in shock: "You resurrected all those holy skeletons? Why are there so many? It's a waste. What's the combat effectiveness of dozens of skeletons covered in holy skins?"

Ange shook his head: "It's not a skeleton."

Not a skeleton? That means the Holy Spirit is like a little angel? But the intelligence is too low and the Holy Spirit is useless. Could it be...

"You improved their intelligence? How?" Nigris asked in shock.

Ange tilted his head: "You."

Nigris can't spit out a mouthful of old blood. When did it improve the intelligence of these holy spirits?

The only thing related to it is that Ange piled these holy skeletons with their heads facing inward and put their bodies in the middle. Is it possible...

Nigris retracted and took a look, and sure enough, where the holy skeletons were usually stacked, less than half of the skeletons were missing. Sure enough, they were taken from here.

Could it be that I can really improve the intelligence of skeletons?

Nigris flew above the skeleton, looked left and right, and looked in front of the eye sockets.

Perhaps the skeleton was tired of looking at it, so he punched the Book of Brass and knocked it away.

Now that he can hit people, his intelligence has indeed improved. Nigris took off his hand with joy and flew away happily.

At this moment, there was a rapid tapping sound on the door, and the voice of Dyson's men came from outside the door: "Archbishop, the Holy Legion has a papal warrant and says they are coming to arrest you. What happened?"
Chapter completed!