Chapter 255: . Appointment from the Pope

"Protect Lord Lord!"
Sergeant Roddock raised his broad shield directly in front of Kant.
The blowing skull was everywhere in the whole hall, but it didn't last long. After a short while, the severe cough coming from his ears calmed down.
The scorching wind disappeared invisible.
On the stone platform, the old man, wearing the golden robe and holding the scepter, stood up.
But now he coughed heavily.
The voice is very sad.
It took a while to stop, and the golden crown on the head fell to the ground. The whole person murmured in despair: "The gods have fallen behind, is it the end of the age of the Fa, is it the divine lich that I transformed into? It's invalidated, no, I sacrificed so many gods, and the transformation failed...it's impossible..."
"Wow--"
The bleak sound of arrows appeared in the hall.
The cone-headed arrow rubbed the old man's temples and fired heavily on the behind him.
The sound of gold and iron sounded.
The waist of the idol is fully penetrated by the cone-shaped arrow shot by the full bow.
It was then discovered that the idol was actually made of gold, only some weird things were dripping on it, and it was contaminated with a lot of dust over time, and it looked like a stone.
"Old man, I think you should calm down."
The Ravenston Ranger who shot the cone-headed arrow spoke slowly: "Or, evil undead."
The mages have determined that the old man is an undead.
It can be known from the rich negative energy contained in the body, but it also contains some positive energy. Although there is a great conflict between the two, they can still maintain a fragile balance.
Therefore, the mage didn't let Kant order to solve this old man directly.
"But will he listen to us?"
Kant smiled faintly.
Looking at the old man, he said: "Even the humble slaves shouted out, then this matter will definitely not be handled indifferently, even if I think, he will not do it."
In the age of gods, human beings were slaves.
Kant knew this.
If it was a former slave owner, but after losing power, he found that his slaves occupied his homeland and gained new rights. How could he relax and shake hands with his former slaves?
Or that you know that you don’t even have the qualifications to shake hands and talk, but you have to be a slave?
Peace will not come.
The old man who claimed to be the pope turned his head to look at the destroyed idol, and there was no expression on the old face, only the gray, eyes, a bit of insulted anger appeared: "Humble human slave, You have betrayed the gods, and if it were not for you, I would not steal the degraded personality, and attempt to protect the sun-descending city of the Sun by virtue of divinity and the body of the undead!"
He said slowly, his voice extremely hoarse: "Even in the end of the Dharma era, I can still use the power gained in the divine lattice, this is the power of the gods, the power that you humans can never touch!"
The scepter of gold casting lights up.
But by another scream, he instantly appeared in his ear.
A cone-headed arrow arrived in a flash, directly hitting the golden scepter in his hand, unable to hold it with one hand, and instantly flew out with the cone-headed arrow and hit the pile of skeletons.
"Maybe you don't understand."
Kant spoke slowly: "Now, it is the human age."
After a pause, Kant looked at the old man who had not responded, and said lightly: "If you want to die, I can fulfill you, even if it is an undead, I can completely destroy your body."
But what responded to him was the sudden and hot temperature.
And the old man who called himself the pope and stared at Kant fiercely, derived from the hatred in his heart!
"Then there is nothing to talk about."
Kant spoke, his tone calm.
Turned his head and looked at the four Livingston Rangers beside him, saying: "Kill him."
"Wow--"
The shrill scream appeared instantly.
The four cone-head arrows shredded the obstacles of the void directly and nailed the old man's eyes, eyebrows and mouth.
The old man between life and death was brought back backwards with great power, and the black and golden liquid that did not mix up splashed out, causing him to fall on his golden chair.
"It's not over yet."
The mage spoke to remind.
On the stone platform in front, the old man who fell on the golden chair slowly looked up.
The face has been destroyed by 4 cone-shaped arrows without expression.
Even the mouth was completely torn, and sharp cone-shaped arrows pierced the back of the head, including the arrows on the eyebrows and the eye sockets, all stained with black and golden liquid, and ticked to the ground.
But the old guy was still dead.
"This is the physique of the undead, and there is no point or weakness of flesh and blood."
The mages immediately explained: "The best way is to completely destroy their flesh, or crush them directly at the soul level." After a pause, their tone was a bit regretful: "If there is a priest of the Tribunal here, it is estimated As long as the dispel spell is cast, this old guy who has become an undead will be directly burned by the soul and die completely."
Kant said lightly: "Unfortunately, I don't have a priest in the Tribunal, but I think there is no problem in destroying this guy's body."
Wave your hands forward.
The Livingston Ranger continued to shoot.
The swishes kept coming, and a cone-shaped arrow came in a flash.
The throat, heart, arms, knees, lower abdominal organs and other parts are all nailed with cone arrows.
The force brought by the shooting even made this undead covered with cones and arrows. The whole person fell on the golden chair and trembling, but he could not stand up, even if he wanted to make an angry voice, because of his mouth. And the throat of the flesh was pierced directly by the throat, and only a loud sound could be made.
Even the defensive abyss demons must be slightly defensively defended by the cone-headed arrow, but the lich of the undead body is still going to be shot by these top archers with a cone-headed arrow capable of breaking the armor into a hedgehog!
Not to mention Sergeant Rodoc.
They looked cold and strode forward.
The long-handed machete with a halberd in his hand was tightly grasped this time. As they strode forward, they aimed directly at the old man's chest. They were going to kill!
Behind him was the companion of Sergeant Rodoc.
But the left hand was covered with a broad shield, and the right hand was carrying a crane-like mace.
After approaching, the axe spear nailed the old man's body instantaneously, as well as the nail-head hammer, unkindly directed towards the back of the head and the fragile torso hammer.
With the muffled muffled noise, a golden catkin spread out.
Black smoke is also pervading.
The whole body of the old man was divided into corpses, and the dark black and golden liquid flowed.
The hall was full of cold wind and rising temperature.
"solved."
The mage spoke, and the voice was a bit lucky.
Looking at the completely motionless body, all chopped into meat-like bodies, his face calmly said: "This lich is not sealed, but has been sitting in this motionless for thousands of years. It has dissipated over time, leaving only empty shells."
"That's fine." Kant nodded and raised his hand to stop.
If it is a lich in its peak period, it is estimated that it can fight against the peak period of that terrifying abyss demon.
The high-end combat power of the undead race is not weaker than other races.
And to want to be a lich, at least they are also profound and powerful mages.
For example, this old man wearing a golden silk robe, with a golden crown on his head, and a golden scepter in his hand, who claimed to be the pope of the Sun God, was easily killed by Kant’s troops.
The history he has experienced can definitely reveal the secrets of the times that Kant did not understand.
The true history of the Age of Gods.
Although Kant was puzzled, he was not at all curious about history.
He can choose to know, he can also choose to kill the lich, so that he understands who is the protagonist.
Strength is everything.
Since this old sorceress who had just come to consciousness still dared to treat human beings as slaves in the age of the gods, and he was unkind to him, then Kant also needs no politeness.
There is no choice for peace, then please go back to the time he was in and accompany those dead wreckages!
"There are soul swings!"
At this moment, the mage instantly lifted the staff, and his face was solemn.
Sergeant Rhodok at the stone platform ahead quickly retreated.
Just at the corpse that had been chopped into minced meat, a faint smoky smoke came out and condensed into a human body. It looked like the Pope Lich just now, with his eyes closed, his body full of black smoke It brought a faint wind and added a bit of terror.
It is really like a ghost from the underworld, a ghost that remains in the era of the gods, with hatred for the living, it is going to destroy this world completely.
But when he opened his eyes.
It is a faint shimmer like gold.
The appearance of the ghost is very conspicuous, but the golden light, along with the body composed of black smoke, gradually occupies the main limbs and veins in the inner, and converges at the position of the heart, forming a golden ball.
"I failed…"
His lips opened, but his voice seemed to appear invisible.
Eyes swept across the hall full of skeletons and bones, and life-like regrets and self-blame appeared in it: "I sacrificed all the gods to the plane of the undead...using the fallen of the sun god, and finally transformed Became a divine lich... but lost his will and became a puppet under manipulation..."
This ghost with a golden man looked at Kant~EbookFREE.me~ He looked at each other, he seemed to understand what: "Human...you have betrayed the gods...and also betrayed the devil...It was really unexpected, the gods fell …After the devil's demise... It's actually you who dominate the world...but it doesn't matter...it's not that the demon masters the world..."
"Who are you?" Kant frowned slightly.
The mage beside him carried the staff, and the soldiers watched with equal vigilance.
They are the first to see such ghosts with no substance!
The ghost that gradually revealed the old face appeared the same as the old man's face just now, but it was more popular with his expression, but his voice became weaker and weaker, and it seemed to disappear at any time: "I? I am ...A poor puppet...a poor guy who tried to use other powers to protect his homeland and ethnic groups...but I will dissipate now, before that...the human nobility...go to the sun holy city in the north...rescue the goddess from the eternal The coffin...hold my scepter...you will be...the sun god...new...the pope..."
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