In the Western world, forbidden spells are the most terrifying moves, symbolizing destruction and death.
A mage who has mastered the forbidden spell is equivalent to a mobile nuclear bomb launcher.
Although the forbidden spell requires a long period of chanting and casting, and sometimes requires the help of large-scale formations, once it is cast, it will have the power to destroy the world and destroy the earth. No one can stop it, even if it destroys a large city.
At this moment, an extremely majestic aura erupted from the Pope's body, and there seemed to be holy flames burning in his eyes.
He held the scepter tightly and chanted in the most pious voice:
"Our father in heaven."
"May your name be hallowed."
"Thy kingdom come."
"May your will be done on earth."
"It's like walking in heaven."
"Your humble servant prays to you."
"Use your power that can cause death to all things in the world"
"Give me the ignorant and lowly creature before my eyes."
"The Last Judgment!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the vitality of heaven and earth in the whole city surged towards the Papal Palace crazily, like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea, and thousands of carps rushing towards the dragon.
"Rumble..."
These vitalities of heaven and earth are transformed into the power of light, and are finally sublimated and concentrated into the ultimate holy light, which is extremely powerful.
The holy light shines all over, and it seems to be able to purify the entire continent, or make the sea water in a vast ocean completely boil.
"Illuminate! The world is blooming for God the Father, the shining between heaven and earth, the twinkling in the universe, blooming into the path of light at this moment!"
"The Forbidden Spell of Light—Twilight of the Gods!"
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The Pope's voice contains incredible power, which seems to be able to purify all sins in the world.
The Twilight of the Gods is the oldest and most powerful forbidden spell in the Holy See.
It is said that Lucifer betrayed God because of his excessive pride, fell into hell, and led countless demons to attack heaven.
Archangel Michael used this move to destroy the demon army and inflict heavy damage on Lucifer.
After an unknown number of years, this forbidden curse finally reappeared in the world.
"boom!"
The holy light shines, covering the sky and the sun, descending on the earth, and the raging light crazily sweeps towards Ye Fan, enough to swallow everything in the world.
"Oh my God! Such a powerful, pure power of light has touched the source of light!" A red archbishop looked in amazement, deeply shocked by the power of the forbidden curse.
"His Majesty the Pope's divine power is truly unparalleled in the world. It is unparalleled and no one can match it! Even the legendary saint is probably nothing more than this!" Captain Philip sighed with emotion.
"That's right! In the face of the forbidden curse 'Twilight of the Gods', even the true gods will probably fall!"
At the same time, many Templar knights retreated a hundred meters, with fear on their faces, fearing that they would be affected by the remaining power of the forbidden curse.
Although it is a sacred power of light, it can also explode into heaven-destroying power when transformed into divine punishment.
"Hahaha……"
Suddenly, Ye Fan looked up to the sky and laughed, and said proudly: "Pope, if this move was performed by a real god, it might still hurt me, but you are not even a little bit worse!"
These blasphemous words were like a spark thrown into the gasoline, causing the whole place to explode.
The Pope, eight red archbishops, and hundreds of Templar Knights all stared at Ye Fan with angry eyes.
However, Ye Fan ignored those eyes and looked up at the falling holy light. Without changing his expression, he lightly inserted the Thunder Tribulation Sword into the ground in front of him. The fairy golden elixir in his lower abdomen burst out with unprecedented light.
The great power of the ancient times was injected into the Thunder Tribulation Sword.
"Ren Sword - Ping Bafang!"
With the Thunder Tribulation Sword as the center, a dense brilliance burst out in an instant, like the light of the polar regions, penetrating the sky and the earth, shining in all directions. This light was even brighter than the holy light, immortal for all tribulations, and eternal.
Immediately afterwards, a shining bright barrier completely enveloped Ye Fan's body.
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"Boom, boom, boom!"
The twilight of the forbidden gods pressed towards the light barrier with the power of annihilating all things, and the surrounding space was distorted and shattered.
However, after Ye Fan was promoted to the golden elixir realm, the power of all his skills and magical powers also increased, becoming more than ten times stronger.
At this moment, no matter how the forbidden curse wreaks havoc, the light barrier will always be solid and indestructible.
Time passes minute by minute.
Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds...
Several minutes passed, and the power of the holy light became smaller and smaller, but the light barrier was still intact, giving people the illusion that it would not be damaged even if a hundred years passed, let alone a short while.
"This...how is this possible?!"
Even though he was a well-informed pope, he could no longer suppress the horror in his heart at this moment. He was dumbfounded and opened his mouth wide enough to swallow a duck egg.
He is very clear about the power of the forbidden curse "Twilight of the Gods".
This move is enough to purify any heretic in the world, even the Speaker of the Dark Council is no exception.
Who would have thought that now, a little-known young man from the East could easily take on this unique forbidden move, and judging from Ye Fan's calm look, he didn't seem to have used all his strength.
In the nearly hundred years of the Pope's long history, he has never seen such a "monster"!
At this moment, not only the Pope, but also the eight red archbishops behind him, as well as hundreds of Templar Knights, were all horrified, unable to describe their feelings in words.
"Hmph! Is this the most powerful forbidden curse of the Holy See?"
Ye Fan said, taking one step forward, his chest broad and broad, showing the domineering power of a golden elixir monk, as high as a god Lingchen.
"boom!"
With his body as the center of the circle, a vast momentum spread out in all directions like thousands of waves and thousands of piles of snow.
Including the Pope, many members of the Holy See in the venue were like a lonely boat in a violent storm, swaying uncertainly and possibly being swallowed up at any time.
Invisibly, an atmosphere of despair spread in everyone's hearts.
You know, the Pope has just used his most powerful trick, but "Twilight of the Gods" can't do anything to Ye Fan, then they are like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, without any deterrence.
The rest of the people, all added together, can only cause a tickling attack on Ye Fan at most, which is useless.
Or, they endure the humiliation and give up the Holy Grail.
Or, the Holy See, which has a glorious history of thousands of years, will be bloodbathed today.
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"You...who are you?!"
The Pope looked at Ye Fan and asked, his voice trembling because of extreme horror.
"My name is Ye Fan, you can also call me - Ye Beichen!" Ye Fan said lightly.
"Ye Beichen?!"
The Pope recited the name silently, his eyes brightened, and suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and exclaimed: "Are you the Chinese strongman who shined in the global martial arts conference and defeated the nuclear bomb? It is rumored that after your comeback, you will destroy
He defeated the 1st Mechanized Infantry Division of the United States and even killed the president in the palace to force him to surrender!"
As the Pope, he is naturally very concerned about major events in various countries around the world.
The Global Martial Arts Conference half a year ago was a sensation, especially the nuclear bomb dropped in the desert, which caused an uproar around the world.
But the Pope never expected that the Chinese boy would not only attack the Papal Palace, but also be more powerful than the legend.
At this time, Ye Fan looked down at the Pope with an invincible attitude that seemed to tower over the spiritual leader of more than two billion believers.
"Since you know my identity, then hand over the Holy Grail! I can assure you that as long as you get the Holy Grail, you will never go on a killing spree!" Ye Fan said solemnly.
Upon hearing this, the pope's face turned blue and white, as if he was caught in a battle between heaven and man.
After pondering for a long time, the Pope finally spoke: "Ye Beichen, if it had been a few days ago, I might have accepted your suggestion and chosen to surrender! But - now that the spiritual energy has revived and the world has changed, you think that the Holy See has nothing to do with it.
Is it a trump card?"
As he spoke, the Pope turned around and looked at the interior of the palace. His knees softened and he fell to his knees with a plop.
"boom!"
This action was like a huge boulder smashing into calm water, causing thousands of waves and causing an uproar in the venue.
With the Pope’s noble and noble status, who else in this world can make him kneel down?
Suddenly, the Pope spoke in the most pious voice:
"Lord Cherubim, your faithful servant, I beg you to come!"
