The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Chapter 995 Nirvana

The Pope in the cloud was obviously stunned, and even the robes fluttering in the wind were still.

"How do you know..." Pierre's voice was filled with surprise and murderous intent, "Is it Azazel?"

Li Muchen did not comment.

"I'm really shocked that you can defeat Azazel!" Pierre calmed down and regained his kingly posture, "But it doesn't matter, no one can defeat my army on Tiluo Island, even if Poseidon is reborn. , let the sea water submerge this island, but it will not be able to submerge the Holy Light. The sun will always rise from the sea level, but you will never see the sun tomorrow again!"

"Really?" Li Muchen sneered, "Look at your knight army, are they really invincible? Or, do you really think you can control the world by bringing over the soulless mechanism from the underworld? Is it your Pluto? Are you too confident, adults, or are you too confident?"

"Of course!" Pierre waved his hand and pointed at the thousands of cavalry swimming on the ground. "It's useless what you say. Just wait for death to come. But I won't let your soul be extinct. Hell will Leave a place for you, you will suffer in many purgatory..."

Li Muchen had a smile on his face, as if a teacher was facing a student, and the student's answer satisfied him.

Joyce next to him was very confused. It was only now that he understood what Mr. Li was doing. He was using the Pope's words to confirm the Pope's identity.

Is there really an underworld in this world? Is there really Pluto? And the Pope of the Holy Religion and the Chief Archangel Azazel of the Angel Group are actually members of Pluto?

The more Joyce thought about it, the more incredible and frightened he became. A church that believes in the sun and light, its supreme leader actually comes from the underworld, from the abyss of darkness.

If it weren't for Li Muchen, what would the world be like if it were allowed to develop?

When Joyce looked at Li Muchen again, he was no longer Young Master Li, but Li Shenxian. From Los Angeles to Jasmine City, from Brasov to Tiluo Island, Joyce saw too many miracles from Li Muchen.

But he still didn't understand something. Since Li Muchen already knew it, why bother asking? Could it be that he didn't want to hear the answer at all, but wanted others to hear it?

Thinking of this, Joyce immediately looked around.

Sure enough, at this moment, two spots of light appeared behind the Pope's throne. In a flash, they had reached the front, hovering in the mid-air between them and the Pope, and transformed into two figures.

Without guessing, Joyce knew that these must be the moderates among the Holy Angels - Einsberg and Kamel.

"Pierre, I didn't expect that you are actually from the underworld!" Kamel asked.

"God is in the holy mountain of light, Pluto is in the abyss of darkness, the world is bumpy and balanced between the two, light and darkness alternate, and all things are born and die in cycles. This is the arrangement of the saint. Why do you want to break through the boundaries and risk the favor of the light? , what is your purpose in controlling the Holy See?" Ansberg has an Asian appearance and speaks softer than Camel, but his anger can also be heard in his voice.

"Hahahaha!" Pierre laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at you, Einsberg! As a fallen angel, don't you understand that your god has abandoned you long ago. Otherwise, where is he? Where is he? Ah?"

Pierre sneered, showing a mocking and disdainful look.

"The alternation of light and darkness, the cycle of birth and death of all things, the arrangements of the saints... Haha, do you believe this kind of nonsense? Look up, use your angelic eyes, across the sky, take a good look, the sun Poor light, in the dark universe, is just a firefly in the dark night, not worth mentioning! Darkness is the origin of this world! It is the original appearance of everything!"

"The innocent peak of light that you yearn for should have sunk to the bottom of the sea and returned to the netherworld. Only Pluto is the only master of this world! Fall and surrender!"

"Wishful thinking!" Kamel was furious, "Just you? Let your master from the underworld come in person!"

"Then give it a try!" Pope Pierre did not panic at all under the attack of the two holy angels and looked calm. "Azazel is such a stupid waste. He has not been able to control the angel group for so long. But It doesn’t matter, if you six holy angels came together, I might still be afraid, but the others are already dead, and now it’s just the two of you, what should I be afraid of?”

Kamel and Einsberg looked at each other, seeing shock and worry in each other's eyes.

The six angels were originally one body, and they were all transformed by the wings of God. In addition, when the Westerners died, they also felt it, but at this moment they confirmed it, and they were still shocked in their hearts.

The two of them spread their wings at the same time, emitting light, determined to fight.

But Pierre didn't seem to take them seriously, and sneered: "The six of you can't unite and can only rely on the Holy Light. However, without a medium, the energy of the Holy Light is nothing. Light that cannot be condensed, in the darkness It will eventually dissipate..."

At this point, Pierre's words stopped suddenly, and his eyes shifted from the two angels to the ground.

The place with the densest concentration of cavalry on the earth was also the place where Chen Wenxu was buried. Suddenly, people fell on their backs and there was a burst of chaos.

Chen Wenxu stood up slowly from the ground, raised his hand to the sky, and held a lotus-shaped thing in his palm, which shone with a strange light.

After looking carefully, I realized that it was not a lotus flower, but a heart, still beating.

"A knight's heart!" Pierre said these words with a sullen face and an extremely dull and unhappy voice.

He stood up in a hurry, his robe rolled, and a storm suddenly broke out.

But before he could take action, Chen Wenxue's hand was violently shaken.

The heart of the knight was crushed, and the rays of light spread out radially towards the Western Zhou Dynasty. With Chen Wenxue as the center, a mysterious and fantastic halo spread out, covering the entire Tiluo Island.

Chen Wenxue's voice came from the glare:

“The sword in your hands is not for killing;

The armor you are wearing is not for war.

You have lost this heart and the dignity of a knight.

Now, I give this heart back to you.

Remember, a real knight is not a killing machine or a soulless tool.

Be reborn in fire and light, my warriors!

The true heart of a knight is not about fighting, but about justice! "

The colored light suddenly became intense, exploded suddenly, and then disappeared quickly.

Everything was calm again.

Tiluo Island is so quiet that you can hear the wind caressing your face and blowing your hair.

Thousands of war horses and knights maintain various strange postures, like sculptures on ancient battlefields.