Did the Demon King hug the hero's thigh today?

The bright sunlight passes through the complicated stained glass, and the multicolored halo falls on a piece of pure white robe.

The old Pope stood on the altar and interpreted the newly published "Ultimate Mystery of the Holy Light (Final Revised Edition, 1084th Edition)" for the congregation.

The pope slowly closed the thin white paper in his hand, "This is the end of today's preaching, let us conclude with the last sentence of the mysteries: May my soul welcome the holy light to shine on the earth."

"May my soul welcome the holy light to shine on the earth."

"May my soul welcome the holy light to shine on the earth."

"May my soul welcome the holy light to shine on the earth."

Pious vows echoed in the white church, and under the wide sleeves, bright circles of light suddenly lit up, and then went out in an instant.

The young priest helped the Pope into the carriage and closed the door for him.

The Pope leaned against the soft back, opened the car curtain, and took a dark blue hard leather ledger.

"Very well done, my son." The Pope flipped through the ledger quickly, and smiled approvingly at the people outside the carriage.

"You are overrated," Galina humbly bowed his head to the Pope, "It is all because of the congregation's belief in the Holy Light and their trust in you."

"I'm getting old, and it depends on you young people to expand believers and generate income."

The Pope closed the ledger, picked up the white paper that was put aside, tapped the signature on the title page with his fingertips, and smiled meaningfully at the young priest outside the carriage, "According to the sales data, you should have tens of thousands of dollars now. supporters?"

"No, no," Galina hurriedly shook his head and denied, "Just according to the arrangement of the General Court, I will sign as many books as you give me. Everyone buys books out of reverence for the Holy Light, and has nothing to do with me."

"It's not good to be overly humble, my child. You have done a great job in this revision of the Upanishad. The new version of the Upanishad is easy to understand, which greatly reduces the difficulty of understanding for young believers who have just joined the religion."

The Pope looked at Galina, pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a smile, "Besides, the Holy See of the Holy Light always values ​​the feedback of believers, so you don't have to follow me to Weilong Raz to destroy the Demon King, go and give a lecture to the new believers , it should be to satisfy the wishes of the believers.”

Hearing this, Galina was stunned for half a second, and then he shouted in shock: "How can that be done! I don't want to do any preaching, I want to protect you by your side!"

"Hahaha, my silly boy!" The pope seemed satisfied with his reaction.He laughed and leaned back slightly, "Our devil king is just an enemy that doesn't exist, and although the real devil king doesn't know where he fled to, as long as he has a brain, he will not take the initiative to come to the extermination location we announced Send to death."

The Pope waved his hand towards Galina, "Don't worry, my silly boy, this is a great opportunity to establish your prestige, don't disappoint my expectations of you."

"Well, may the Holy Light bless you."

The carriage moved slowly, and the young priest saluted, then turned and returned to the direction of the church.

There was a slight sound from the crown above the head, and a black cat with shiny fur poked its small head out from the dense branches and leaves.

Under the bright sunlight, one yellow and one blue pupils narrowed into two vertical lines; the black cat jumped from the tree to the rear of the speeding carriage.

"Stop." The Pope wiped the sweat from his forehead and opened the car curtain.

"My lord, what are your orders?" As soon as the carriage stopped, the little priest hurriedly came running from a distance.

"Open the door, I'm going to get out of the car and rest for a while."

The little priest hurriedly opened the door, helped the Pope get out of the car, and led him to a shaded place.

"Bring some water," the Pope ordered.

At noon in the summer, the carriage speeding under the scorching sun is like a moving steamer.

The old pope held a water glass and sighed.

If it wasn't for showing the world the determination of the Vatican of the Holy Light to defeat the Demon King, the Pope would definitely use the teleportation array, instead of sitting in a carriage and following the vanguard all the way, an old bone would fall apart!

The old pope took a few sips of the holy spring water soaked in herbs, and asked the priest next to him, "Where are you?"

"My lord, the frontier is the border of Weilong Raz's consular district. It is estimated that we will be able to enter the consular district in less than half an hour."

The Pope nodded, handed the water glass to the priest, and turned to go back to the carriage.

"Bangdang."

There was a crisp sound from behind.

The earthenware pot filled with water fell to the ground and fell apart. The cool spring water soaked the dry land and quickly spread to the Pope's feet.

"Bold!" The Pope withdrew his palm from the edge of the carriage, waved and threw a series of balls of light.

Cracks sounded one after another in the air, and the pope turned around slowly with his hands behind his back.

The moment he saw the scene in front of him, there was an unconcealable shock on Vicissitudes' face.

In front of him, hundreds of guards in silver armor and priests in white robes fell neatly on the ground. They were unharmed and showed no signs of life.

The old pope frowned.

The guards and priests in the vanguard this time are all first-class masters of the Holy See of the Holy Light; who can sneak in without them noticing, and let them all be killed instantly?

What made the Pope even more nervous was that, apart from the priests and guards who had fallen to the ground, there was no one else in front of him.

Where is the murderer?

The old pope's right hand quietly covered the silver sword at his waist that had been used as a walking stick, and silently recited a defensive spell, forming an invisible shield of light.

"It's useless, His Excellency the Pope." A cold voice came from the rear left.

Before the words were finished, the silver sword was unsheathed; the pope swung the sword and chanted a spell, and the long sword covered with light suddenly pierced into the void.

nobody?

The pope was taken aback.

"Hey, haven't I said it all, it's useless?"

The voice just now sounded from behind again.

Just as the Pope was about to turn around, he heard the voice say, "Since you like wasting effort so much, why don't you just give it to me."

"What did you say..."

Before the Pope could finish his sentence, he shivered from the cold.

The noon sun was shining brightly, and the ground under his feet seemed to be smoking; but at the moment the old pope felt cold.

It was so cold that it shivered, and all the bones in the whole body trembled, as if it would be broken into ice slag in the next second.

He clearly felt that something warm in his body was being sucked away little by little;

Only his wrist seemed to be surrounded by a slender ring of fire, and the scalding heat burned his skin.

"Who are you?" The old Pope endured the bone-chilling chill and squeezed out a few words through his trembling teeth, "Do you know that you are blaspheming the Holy Light!"

"Hahahahaha!" A burst of uncontrollable laughter came from behind, "Are you talking about Holy Light? Hahahaha!"

The speed of the loss of warmth in the body suddenly accelerated, and the chill instantly rushed to the top of the head; the Pope could no longer control his legs, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.

An unprecedented sense of shame slapped the Pope's old face, he gritted his teeth and angrily said: "The Holy Light will make you pay the price!"

"Oh," a disdainful sneer came from behind, "it's a pity that you have been Pope for so long, and you don't even know what the holy light is."

A figure fell lightly from the roof of the carriage, stepped on the Pope's head on the hot ground, rolling and rubbing back and forth.

The rough sand and gravel drew bright red gullies on the old forehead, and blood flowed wantonly from the corners of his eyes.

"Does it hurt?" the man asked jokingly.

The old pope didn't want to respond.But that voice seemed to have control over his body, and the pope had to feel it seriously: Although the blood was flowing, he couldn't feel the slightest pain.

As a result, his head, which was almost frozen into an ice lump, involuntarily "clicked" and shook from side to side, and his mouth automatically replied, "It doesn't hurt."

"Does it smell?" the man asked curiously.

Hearing this, the Pope stuck out his tongue involuntarily, and licked the bright red blood flowing to the corner of his broken lips: there was no taste.

So, the mouth automatically replied: "There is no taste."

"Hmm!" There was excitement in that man's voice, "Do you know why?"

"Why?" The Pope asked before the inexplicable control.

"Hahaha," the man laughed nervously, "Of course it's because you are almost a soulless shell now, hahahaha."

The man shifted position and lifted the Pope's chin with the tip of his toe, forcing him to lift his head.

In the shadow of the backlight, the half of the face exposed under the hood showed no expression.

The Pope, who was prostrate on the ground, heard the man say every word: "The Holy Light has never forgotten to ask every believer for a reward."

He laughed immediately, and even saluted the Pope exaggeratedly and comically, "I would also like to thank you all for using your souls to pay the price for using the holy light for me."

"You!" The Pope seemed to understand something suddenly. He stared at the only place in his body that kept warmth—the wrist, stared at the expressionless face under the hood in disbelief, and roared angrily: "You and I, no , We signed a soul contract?! When?! How could it be possible to be with so many people at the same time..."

The pope paused, and he asked in horror, "Who the hell are you?"

"Who am I?" The man seemed a little irritated by this sentence.

He grabbed the Pope by the hair, dragged him from the ground, grabbed his neck with one hand, forced his feet to hang in the air, and said coldly, "Do you still remember Oleo? Your Excellency the Pope?"

The pope pondered for a long time in his dusty memory, then shook his head: "Oleo? That city that was just destroyed by the devil?"

The fingers stuck in the neck suddenly tightened. Although there was no pain, the suffocation made the Pope clearly feel that he was about to be suffocated. He quickly searched his brain for memories related to Oleo, but unfortunately, he found nothing. .

"That's right, you are busy with everything, how can you remember?" The man tore off his collar, revealing a bright red rose tattoo on the side of his neck, and reminded him viciously: "Oleo, Wild Rose, the noble messenger of the Holy Light .”

The Pope frowned, as if he was trying to search the distant memory. After a while, a hint of confusion suddenly flashed in his gray eyes, which had gradually become cloudy, "Is... a witch?"

"Witch?! Say it again!" The man suddenly became furious, and the old Pope rolled his eyes after being pinched.

"Sorry, she's not a witch, that woman is not a witch!" the old Pope shouted intermittently.

"Of course she's not a witch!" The man slowly took off the hood on his head, raised his head against the light, and the Pope's face suddenly grew a mouth in disbelief; before the Pope could speak, the man moved closer to the Pope's ear , said something in a low voice.

"You?!" The Pope's cloudy eyes were full of anger and fear.

"Yes, your expression is very good," the man sneered, "I wish you never rest in peace, His Excellency the Pope."

The last trace of warmth disappeared from his body, and the pope fell to the ground dejectedly, maintaining the posture with his eyes wide open.

The murderer took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands in disgust; he took a horse by the hand and walked away.

A black cat emerged from under the carriage, and it circled the crime scene twice, sniffing and sniffing the pope and several other corpses.

"There is really no soul scum left," the black cat murmured, "This man is more like a devil than a devil."

"But it's too much to blame Lord Demon King for killing each other, and to make me go for nothing..." The black cat looked at the direction where the murderer was going, and gently scratched the ground with its paws, very He muttered regretfully, "If I hadn't promised Lord Demon King not to harm humans, I really wanted to kill him."

The black cat suddenly remembered something, and wagged its tail, "No, I would rather kill that annoying brave man who kidnapped the Demon King first...Damn it, where did that guy kidnap the Demon King? There is no audio, and the magic power cannot be searched, which is really strange."

The black cat jumped onto a branch beside it, its drooping tail wagging anxiously, and its pair of heterochromatic pupils were full of sorrow.

There is nothing to do when I go back to the Demon King City, and I can't find the Lord Demon King now... Why don't you follow the man just now and see what he is going to do!It's time to accumulate some material for the human-devil sadomasochism novel it is writing.

Thinking of this, the black cat jumped to the ground, quickly turned into a phantom, and chased in the direction of that person.

"When the pope was about to arrive in the territory of Weilong Laz, he was attacked by the demon king. The pope was killed along with hundreds of guards and priests." Akers repeated.

"What?!" Yu Guo's eyes widened in surprise, "Holy Light Holy See is crazy, beat yourself up?"

"Of course not, there are two possibilities," the Elven King shook his head, "Either there is something else, under the banner of the Demon King, attacked the Pope; or..."

"Either it was done by someone inside the Holy See of Light. Someone wants to replace the Pope." Yule answered coldly.

"That's right!" The Elf King waved the flyer that he just stuffed in his hand for nothing, showing a sly smile, "Here, some popular murderers voted."

On the voting form for the candidates for the next pope, the six candidates smiled sincerely and kindly.Yu Guo stared at the voting form for a long time, then said in a low voice, "Then... what should we do? First investigate the cause of the Pope's death?"

"How to investigate?" Yule knocked on his head, "Rush directly into the headquarters of the Church of the Holy Light?"

"Um, that's not necessary," Yu Guo recalled the painful memories in the Holy See, "Saving your life is the most important thing..."

"It's good that you know," Yuel sighed, and pulled Yu Guo towards the exit of Yilishao, "Go ahead with the original plan, go to the Deliste Grassland to find materials to strengthen weapons, and wait for the next pope performance."