When he came, Best was very curious, but he never suspected that the Pope would attack him. So now, he heard that he had to recover from his injuries before he could complete the task, so he was not prepared.
"You sit down and you may feel a little uncomfortable at the beginning, so bear with it." The Pope reminded.
Best nodded, not realizing that the face of the Pope standing behind him had changed.
A sneer in his heart, the pope printed his hands on Best's back, circulating his power, passing it through his palms to Best's back, and controlling the power began to repair the trauma in his body that had not yet recovered.
Under the guidance of the Pope's power, Best did feel that his injury had begun to change. He thought to himself that this strength is different, and it is of great benefit to the recovery of the injury.
Originally, Best was one of the top masters of the Pope. Now Sean is dead and he is injured. Only three are left. The Pope has always said that his strength is only one-line better than the five of them, but Best will never believe that it is only a little stronger.
Now I feel that the Pope's power helps the injury much faster than his own power to guide him.
After enduring the pain caused by his injury recovery, Best gradually exerted his strength and began to operate with the power infused by the pope. He could still tolerate this pain, otherwise would he dare to be called a master?
"The most painful time comes, you can hold it back, and you will fully recover after you get through it." The Pope reminded again.
This means that he is ready to take action.
"Come on, I can hold it back." Best said gritting his teeth.
Sure enough, the burning pain on his body at this time was much worse than before, causing beads of sweat to ooze out all over Best's body.
etc!
Something is wrong!
Best was not a fool. He could feel the power of the pope running, starting to run around in his body without any rules, and not repairing his trauma, but wantonly destroying.
Puff ~
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Best suddenly turned his head to look at the pontiff with a ferocious face, "His Majesty the Pope, why?"
The Pope's hideous face made people feel even more terrifying, and even masters like Best felt scared.
"No, let you perform tasks now, and your task is to die and turn into part of my strength."
Best was shocked. It turned out that the so-called mission was to kill him. No wonder he always felt a strange feeling, no wonder the Pope was so diligent in helping him recover from his injuries today. All of this was planned.
At this moment, in Best's heart, the Pope became so strange. Is this the old man he respected?
No, it's not anymore.
In the face of death, you have to struggle for a moment.
Best can activate its power and try to pop out the force that the Pope infused into its body. After all, the power that the Pope infused is still too little than that that Best himself has.
However, he did not expect that this force could not rebound and began to destroy it more quickly in his body. He also tried to break free. However, the pope's hands were tightly stuck to his back like strong glue, which soon made him lose his strength and his body was in chaos.
Not only that, Best also found that his blood and his body began to get restless, as if every cell was decomposing wildly and his body could not hold on.
"Why, tell me why you should treat me like this." Best roared. Even if he lost the power of resistance, he would question this seemingly kind and sinister old man.
At this moment, Best suddenly thought of Alger, what he had said before, and immediately understood something.
"Arger didn't steal anything at all, right? You framed him." Best asked in a deep voice.
The power in the body was dispersed, and the flesh and essence were all disintegrated, mixed with the dispersed power, and began to flow rapidly through the palms on the back.
The Pope smiled evilly and did not deny it, saying, "Yes, I designed him, he didn't steal anything at all. On the contrary, he found the two holy weapons in his hand. I wanted to get two holy weapons, and even wanted to kill him, but he was lucky enough to escape."
"Bastard, you old dog, you deceived us." Best's body gradually shrank at this time, and the flesh on his body was like a tumor suppurated, looking nauseous and bloody. He could feel that his internal organs were beginning to decompose. Now he could maintain his speech, which was already good.
What kind of magic is this fall to the ground? It can decompose the opponent's strength and flesh and blood, and transform it into his own power. Best wants to know it, but he feels so hateful in his heart. He has been deceived and has now become a victim.
"It doesn't matter whether you cheat or not. What's important is that you will all become my victims, hahahaha, go to death."
A cold light flashed in the pope's eyes, and the power was running faster, until Best lost the ability to speak, and finally turned into a stream of pus and blood, which turned into a stream of power and penetrated into his body.
Just like that, a person disappeared.
This is equivalent to saying that the Pope "eats" Best, swallows it, and digests it into strength. No one sees this process. Nothing is left on the ground except the blood stain that Best vomited before.
After devouring Best, the Pope felt the change in his power at the first time and immediately showed joy. Although the improvement was not very large, it did improve.
As long as it works, it's good!
The Pope did not feel guilty about Best's death at all, but was excited and extremely excited.
In fact, the Pope is still confident in his strength. If he refuses to show up and scolds him every time, his strength will be at most in the early stage of the Second Tribulation Realm. If he relies on this power to devour the power of several people and take time to digest it, he will take the opportunity to attack him. He will really be able to kill him. When he swallows the man together, he will...hehe.
Thinking of this, the Pope seemed to have a bright light in front of him.
Suddenly, a small restlessness made the pope in his fantasy cautious, "Who, come out."
Alger, hiding in the dark, glanced at Mu Feng, walked out first, and looked at the Pope with contempt, "You are so cruel."
"Arger!" The pope's face twitched a few times, and it was obvious that he had seen everything that had just happened.
How could he be here!
The Pope was very puzzled, and at the same time, he was very surprised. He didn't feel the fluctuation of Alger's aura just now, but now he suddenly appeared here, how did he get close to him.
"Since you saw it and came to your door in person, this time you will never let you escape as easily as you did ten years ago."
Alger shook his head, "Old guy, you are so cruel. Even you are so cruel to your own people."
"Hmph! The rules of the world are the prey of the weak."
"Hahaha, what a saying is that the strong will be invincible. If they know, they will be disappointed. Do you know?" Algeron smiled and felt that it was not worth it for the people of the Paladin Legion and the group of monks. Moreover, since this old guy had already attacked Best, he would definitely attack others.
A group of sad people, but Alger's remembrance is only short-lived. Those people are not good birds. Even if they are deceived by this old thing, it is a fact to chase him, and it is a fact to kill innocent people related to him. Hate still exists in his heart.
"It has nothing to do with me, I only care about my strength." The Pope changed completely. He only had strength in his eyes and only had the desire for strength.
Besides, in his heart, a group of people under him are always just tools to achieve their goals. Since they are tools, why care about their feelings? What is the function of tools? It is to bring benefits to themselves to the greatest extent.
If he can make his strength stronger, he will dare to sacrifice everyone, and he will not be afraid of sacrifice.
"I really want to know where you got this evil method of cultivation."
The pope snorted and said, "Do you think I will tell you?"
"No!" Alger smiled faintly at this moment, "Haha, do you plan to devour everyone's power through this evil method? The Paladins and those ascetics will become your victims, right?"
"So what? I want to get strength. I want to kill and look down on me with my own hands, and even think that I am a dog."
Alger stopped talking at once. From the old man's tone, he could feel that he seemed to be greatly stimulated and insulted. It was this stimulation that allowed him to do crazy actions after obtaining a skill that could become stronger.
"You were a dog, an old dog, a wild dog who worked for the Lord." Alger smiled.
"Looking for death!" The pope trembled all over and appeared in front of Alger in anger at once. The speed made him heavier and flew backwards before he could react.
"Shet!" Alger rolled away, half kneeled on the ground, staring at the pontiff with a ferocious face, "You want to kill me and have your dream."
Alger did not have the strength to be a pope. The one ten years ago was purely a lucky one. Now, I really met and I only had to be killed. But there was still Mu Feng here. With him, it was impossible for this old guy to succeed.
Mu Feng, who was still hiding beside him, took out a cigarette from his bag, prepared to light it, and put down the lighter, because he felt that just now, another person appeared here, and his strength should be above the level of Domon.
"I not only want to kill you, but I want to kill everyone and devour their power. I will become stronger, hahaha, and he, I want to kill him with my own hands." In the end, the pope's face was completely distorted, and compared with the always calm and kind expression, it was a world.
Fortunately, his expression was not seen by others, especially those believers who believed in God because of his teachings. If they really saw it, they would not think of wings on their backs, but horns on their heads.
"I really want to know, are you talking about me?" Suddenly, another voice interrupted the Pope who was about to kill Alger.
When he heard this voice, his first reaction was that there was one more person, and the second reaction was that the voice was so familiar. The third reaction was that the Pope's face changed again.
When he turned his head and saw his heart trembled suddenly. He had only seen this person. His contact was usually made from the energy ball, but he knew very well that this person was the one who often scolded him and scolded him, and always regarded him as a dog.
“Big sir.”
"I can't bear it, aren't you going to kill me? I'll give you this opportunity. I see that you not only want to kill me, but also want to devour me by the way you just devour Best. Am I right?" said the middle-aged man in white.
Cold sweat suddenly oozed out of the pope's forehead. It turned out that this man had already been here, but he didn't notice it, and he saw the whole process of devouring Best.
Now that he is over, no matter what he says or not, killing Best will definitely make the middle-aged man in white suspicious. Moreover, he is also blinded by excitement and loses his previous calmness.
"Sir, I dare not!" The pope bowed, and there was still the one he had just opened.
But Alger smiled. This old thing was so funny that it was disgusting.
"You don't dare? Humph! I think you dare to do anything, Abdou, you will die today!" It seemed that the middle-aged man was determined to kill.