The timeline slightly moves forward a few squares.

Far from the battlefield of gods and demons in New York City, on an open space, the pope who came from the Vatican thousands of miles away, had already arrived here.

"Uncle the Pope, this place is already very close to the battlefield of gods. If you move forward, it will be really dangerous." A big-bellied official, who was with Pope Francis and his group, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead a few times.

New York City is simply a huge pit now. As long as you have a rational mind, who dares to take a step forward?

If it weren't for this person, if he wanted to hold the Christian thigh, he wouldn't dare to take a step here! This has nothing to do with courage or belief. It's just a lower-level creature, the heartfelt fear of higher-level people, and the deepest instinct.

The old pope looked at the scene of gods and demons confronting each other over New York City, and a huge divine light appeared in his eyes. He turned to the official and said, "Thank you very much. Just leave the next thing to us. If it really doesn't work, you can leave it first."

The old man's voice was gentle and calm, as if he could smooth out all scars.

"No, no, no. I'll just stand here. It's good here." The official wiped his cold sweat a few more times, but refused without hesitation. No joke was coming to this point. When he quit, he was wasted. Isn't all his previous efforts? What's that?

"That's it." The old pope nodded slightly, and did not continue to persuade him.

"Ellis, Bazel, Kim, Samur, Odith, then let's start." The pope's body was shining brightly, and in an instant, he was wearing the crown of thorns, the papal robe, and the angel scepter.

He turned around and said directly to the group of old people behind him, who were also old.

"Yes, the Pope's crown." Several knelt before the Pope at the same time, "May God be with you!"

"May God be with me!" the old man murmured to himself.

More than a dozen powerful cardinals took action by themselves, and everything was true.

All kinds of strange objects were taken out one by one by one by them, the holy light dust, the brilliance crystal, the pure white silver, the noble gold, and the brilliant red jade, and the rituals were spread out layer by layer along the old pope. The ceremony seemed complicated, but there was no doubt in the hands of these cardinals. Soon, the figure of a huge Kabbalah tree of life began to unfold under the feet of the pope!

But in a moment, the formation map was formed. Several cardinals began to inject various elements into the formation map again. Gradually, the Kabbala tree of life began to become three-dimensional. Under the perception of the pope, as the tree of life shone little by little, it seemed that one glorious door after another was opened.

"Let's start." More than a dozen people knelt in front of the pope with sad faces and began to pray in a low voice.

"Don't be sad. It is our greatest luck to be able to borrow such a sacred ritual and integrate the great Lord and the Lord. We all know that the situation is now that Michael's crown has not been healed, and the holy mountain of heaven is hidden and the many seraphic angels are still sleeping. This is the only way to kill the evil god. We have fallen here once. Since we have taken this trouble this time, we cannot fall down no matter what, no matter what method we use!"

Above the formation map, the old pope's voice was full of sacredness. At this time, under the eyes of everyone, the divine light on the tree of life was shining brightly, and the inexplicable angel horn sounded here, "Great greatness, supreme supreme,

You are everything, you are everything.

You are the creator of all things, you are the master of everything!

....”

As the chant was sing, the old pope sighed faintly. Only in a moment, his personality melted, and an indescribable aura emerged from him. A powerful and sacred, transcendent, seemed to be the supreme power that came from another world and another time and space.

The magnificent sings that resounded through the sky sounded in the void. In the rising holy light, the door to heaven was like a miracle, and countless beautiful little angels flew, praising God's greatness and supremacy!

In this heavenly world, the bishops' heads that were thrilled with fanatic expressions, and they knew that what was standing before them was no longer their pope, but the carrier formed by the power of the little power of their Lord! It would be no exaggeration to call it the Lord!

The pope wandered in the void, and everything on the earth was singing! Countless little angels who were weak and light in his light praised, blessed, and prayed, but they disappeared in an instant.

He traveled thousands of miles step by step, but in just a few steps, he had already walked between the two gods and demons!

There was no joy or sorrow in his eyes, and the angel scepter in his hand was a little far away, "I said, there must be light!!!"

In an instant, a little light was born from nothing in the sky. There was no vision, no wonder, no complexity, just like an ordinary sun rise!

The sky above New York City, covered by the thick and unblocked sea of ​​blood, was directly covered by a thousand soft light. All evil, sin and horror under the light were dissipating, as if in this world, they should not exist, and there was no place here!

Everyone in New York City was bathed in the sun, countless tears were pouring out, and they kept praising God's holy name! Although there was a huge fist on their heads, they all sighed for no reason, maybe they were really saved!

At this time, the pope raised his scepter and pointed to the majestic figure deep in the sea of ​​blood, "I said, you are guilty!"

In an instant, everything in the world is repelling him, his world, everything in him is repelling gold, and the world is repelling!

The sea of ​​blood suddenly began to dim and became illusory! The demon god inside was roaring wildly, but it was useless.

"I said that those who retreat will eventually retreat, those who die will eventually disappear, and everything will end!"

In a vast moment, under the holy light, everything is covered, countless branches are buried, and only the final path is left!

"Is it worth it?" In the sea of ​​blood, the figure seemed to be looking at him, asking, and sighing.

"I said, you will eventually be destroyed!!" The old man did not reply, and he spoke directly with a scepter!

Just as the old man was talking, he saw that the sea of ​​blood suddenly turned into a little dust, as if at one moment it jumped out of fate, and the power that could cut off fate was suddenly lost.

"Forget it, I won't accompany you anymore, hahaha, count the time, those guys should have succeeded, right?" Yu Yinmiaomiao disappeared from the sky above New York City in an instant!

...To be continued.
Chapter completed!