The Pope looked at the gun tail on his chest in astonishment, as if he was looking at something that would never happen.
Mrs. Hansen was also shocked.
"How is this going?"
"How is this going?"
Both sides spoke in unison.
"puff!"
A mouthful of golden blood spurted out from the pope's mouth.
Because of the blessing of the artifact, the blood he sheds at this time is no longer the blood of ordinary people, but the blood of gods.
And the divine blood is golden.
"ah!"
At this time, the Pope truly felt the bone-piercing pain and let out a scream.
And in this scream, there was finally a trace of panic.
Although Mrs. Hansen didn't understand what was going on, her fighting instinct was to kill him while he was sick!
With a move of her jade hand, the phoenix feather spear flashed away, disappeared from the Pope's body, and returned to her hand, leaving only two large holes in its original position that could be used to see each other.
Golden blood rushed outward from the two holes.
The Pope was shocked and flew to the Supreme Throne.
At this time, only the power of the Supreme Throne can help him recover quickly.
How could Mrs. Hansen not know his intentions, let alone let him succeed, so the Phoenix Spear started to dance again.
The Pope was indeed a little panicked. In fact, no matter how seriously injured he was, Mrs. Hansen's strength still could not be his opponent at this time. If he dealt with it carefully, there would be no problem.
However, after suffering a sudden heavy blow, the Pope was really at a loss.
So he didn't fight back, he just desperately wanted to return to the throne.
The throne also sensed this and flew towards him quickly.
Seeing that they were about to merge together, Mrs. Hansen's phoenix spear had already been swept over, and she shot the Pope away before he sat on the throne.
The pope was furious and swung the sword of divine punishment, and countless rays of sword light slashed at Mrs. Hansen.
Mrs. Hansen struggled to stop the Pope even though she was injured in many places.
The Pope also quickly woke up at this time. He even scolded himself for being so flustered that he had forgotten one thing.
When it comes to healing magic, the Holy See's Great Blessing is much more powerful than magic.
It seems that I haven't worked on the front line for many years, and I have forgotten the clergy's duty to heal the world.
The Pope's Great Blessing Technique is not an ordinary prayer technique, but has been blessed by the collective prayer technique of dozens of cardinals, so his magic is called the Great Prophecy Technique.
"God says you will be fine!"
As the prophecy came out, a beam of divine light fell from the sky and shone on the Pope. The two holes in front and behind him were slowly shrinking.
Um?
The Pope immediately sensed something was wrong.
If it were another person who saw this situation, he would definitely shout for a miracle.
But the Pope is no ordinary person. He knows great prophecies.
According to his current state, no matter how serious the injury is, it should be healed immediately under the great prophecy technique.
But the current situation...the wound is healing a bit slowly.
At this time, Mrs. Hansen attacked again.
The Pope waved the Divine Sword impatiently, but he suddenly discovered that the light of the Sword of Divine Punishment seemed to be much dimmed.
Mrs. Hansen actually easily broke through those sword lights and penetrated the Pope's body.
"How is this going?"
While the Pope hurriedly responded to the challenge, he was terrified that his strength had dropped significantly.
He suddenly remembered the records in the secret book: "Could it be that Ragnarok is coming?"
Ragnarok is the doom of the gods. On this day, the power of the gods will be greatly weakened, and they may even... die.
However, I am not a god! I am just an ordinary person who borrows divine power. How can I encounter Ragnarok?
The pope's thoughts were confused, he clapped his hands slowly, and was shot again, even the golden armor on his body was broken in several places.
"What exactly is going on?!"
The Pope is angry!
When a person goes from being invincible to being invincible, this feeling of powerlessness is particularly hurtful.
Even the Pope can't stand that kind of psychological gap.
Mrs. Hansen became more courageous as she fought, and she also discovered a turning point in things.
It's not that he is getting stronger, but that the Pope is declining rapidly.
This situation did not stop after the Pope returned to the throne.
The throne emits a ball of golden light, enveloping the Pope, and his injuries are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, women's powers of observation are keen.
Mrs. Hansen noticed right away that the Pope was getting... old.
The eighteen-year-old Pope already looked a bit like a middle-aged man.
The Pope couldn't see this, but he clearly felt the situation on his body. He looked at his hands and found that his skin had lost its initial whiteness and had become sallow.
"Witch, what kind of magic did you cast?"
As for the Pope's question, Mrs. Hansen had no reason to give him a reasonable explanation: "I want you to take care of it!"
The three words choked the Pope and he almost spit out another mouthful of blood.
"Where did that child go?"
Only then did Mrs. Hansen begin to wonder where Alvin had gone. Could it be that all of this had something to do with him?
Thinking of this, she lowered her head, but was surprised by the scenery below.
She immediately raised her head, trying to pretend that nothing had happened, but how could all this escape the eyes of the cunning Pope.
The pope looked down and felt even more strange.
Several hundred meters below, thousands of soldiers were seen gathering on the ground to form a huge square formation.
The function of the square formation is to attack.
They are on the ground, who do they want to attack?
What a joke! Could it be that they want to attack me in mid-air?
Want to attack the superior God?
They are really humorous.
The Pope observed carefully and suddenly discovered that there was a very familiar person in the middle of the phalanx. Who could it be if it wasn't Alvin?
"Does he want the lives of these ordinary soldiers to stop me? Ridiculous! It seems that they need to know what the wrath of God is!"
The Pope raised the Sword of Divine Punishment and was about to swing it downwards, but he was surprised to find that his hand had become a little weak, and even the Sword of Divine Punishment could not be held firmly.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
The Pope broke out in a cold sweat.
Alvin stood in the center of the square, raised his head and looked proudly at the golden pope in the air, and his heart was filled with joy.
"It's true that there is a way to heaven but you don't take it, but there is no way to hell but you come here! Old boy, you have to die here today!"
"Owner!"
A regimental commander came over and gave a simple military salute.
"speak!"
"The God-killing Army has assembled!"
Alvin became very energetic after hearing this: "Okay, get ready, let's go kill the gods!"
"yes!"
A regiment leader took the order and left.
The God-killing Clan is finally about to fulfill its mission again!
No one would have thought that the name of the God-killing clan had no meaning at all!