Weird asylum, you're taking in a human like me?

War did not continue to speak, as if his words just now had already made his attitude clear.

Facing War's words, Nicolaide's brows slowly frowned.

War's lack of desire made him feel very distressed.

If he had not already demonstrated his loyalty to the Saints through countless actions.

Nicolaide was wondering if War had ulterior motives.

He thought about it carefully again and suddenly had an idea.

"Your loyalty to the Lord is beyond doubt."

"When the Master wakes up, I believe you will become His beloved servant."

"Before that, I need to elevate your status to that of a god."

Hearing Nicolaide's words, the other Saints all had incredible expressions on their faces.

Even Lazy, who was dozing off, suddenly came to his senses.

They joined the Saints for this very reason.

With their king-level status, there is nothing in the world that can arouse their interest.

Only Nicolaide can give them what they want.

Nicolaide looked around, and he enjoyed the expressions on everyone's faces.

"While there is still time, I pray to the master to give you divinity."

"This way you can achieve the status of a god in a short time."

War's expression changed rapidly.

After a long time, he sighed.

"Chief, I want to become a god on my own."

Hearing what War said, Nicolaide was a little unresponsive.

"What did you say just now?"

War took a deep breath and then said.

"I want to become a god on my own."

His words made Nicolaide fall into irritation again.

"Accept the master's divinity, and you can achieve the status of a god in a short time."

War shook his head.

"Sorry, I have made a decision."

Nicolaide looked at War with a strange look in his eyes.

"Since you have made your decision, I will not care about you."

"I also know something about your god-making ritual."

"Then you can act freely next."

"I am also curious whether you can successfully ascend to the throne of god by your own strength."

War nodded and stopped talking.

Niklade looked around again.

"On the day of the decisive battle, you don't need to show up to help me."

"To be precise, you just need to do your own part."

"I don't want to wait for the master to wake up and have no available men around him."

"Because your stupidity worries me, I am really afraid that you will die in the hands of the jailer."

As soon as these words came out, except for War, the faces of the other eight people were a little ugly.

"Okay, that's all for today, you guys go away."

The figures of the people slowly disappeared.

Niklade's voice came to the Pope's ears.

"You stay."

The Pope was obviously stunned, and his figure, which was originally about to leave, solidified again.

After everyone else left, Nicolaide looked at the Pope.

"Originally, I was planning to let the gambler take over the position of chief."

"But now I am worried whether his mind is normal."

"His stupidity makes me feel uneasy."

Hearing Nicolaide's words, the Pope didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Nicolaide stared into his eyes.

"I plan to let the Lord give you divinity, are you ready?"

Hearing this, the Pope agreed without hesitation.

He didn't have the ambition as great as War, and wanted to ascend to the throne of God on his own.

Because his life span was almost coming to an end.

Joining the Saints was just to be able to become a god and thus prolong his life span.

After seeing the Pope agree, Nicolaide's eyes flashed with a trace of relief.

He pointed to the door made of flesh and blood and said to the Pope.

"You go into that door now, and I will tell the Lord my request."

The Pope looked at the flesh and blood door with some hesitation in his eyes.

The door seemed to lead to another world. He was not sure whether there was truth in Nicolaide's words.

If he entered the door rashly, he might be sacrificed by Nicolaide.

As if he knew the Pope's concerns, Nicolaide sighed.

"Don't worry, the Lord still needs your ability to spread faith for him."

"Even if I want to do something to you, it won't be now."

The Pope pondered for a moment, and then the wrinkles on his face stretched out.

"Chief, I think you misunderstood."

"It's not that I don't believe you."

Looking at the Pope's kind smile, Nicolaide felt very tired.

"When doing things, they are all fools, and when calculating, they are all cunning."

He roared in his heart.

Nicolaide's expression gradually became solemn.

"Don't worry, I swear in the name of the Lord.""After you enter that door, you will gain the Lord's divinity."

"You can also achieve the status of a god."

Hearing Nicolaide's words, the Pope finally let go of his hanging heart.

He knew Nicolaide well.

Apart from other aspects, his loyalty to his master alone was absolutely unmatched.

Now Nicolaide swore in the name of his master, and it seemed that he really intended to help him fight for the status of a god.

Thinking of this, he took off his black robe.

Under the black robe was a luxurious crown, which also showed his noble status.

He also wore a crown on his head.

The crown was inlaid with colorful gems, which emitted a sacred and dazzling light.

"Chief, I'll go now."

Nicolaide waved his hand without speaking.

The Pope walked towards the gate of flesh and blood with a cane representing theocracy.

At the same time, obscure language came out of Nicolaide's mouth.

It was like mumbling to himself, or like chanting a sutra.

The Pope understood that he was communicating with his master.

Although he did not understand this language very well, he was not too worried that Nicolaide would do anything to him.

Because he had his own trump card.

The crown on his head was not an ordinary thing, it was passed down by the successive popes of the Holy See.

The crown represented the will of the gods believed in by the Holy See.

This crown would protect his soul from being harmed.

If the gods of the Holy See had not suddenly stopped responding to them, he would not have fallen to join the evil organization of the Saints.

Thinking of this, the corners of the Pope's mouth raised an imperceptible arc.

But what he did not see was that the corners of Nicolaide's mouth also slowly raised.

Soon, the Pope had approached the flesh and blood gate.

His eyes fell on the door frame.

The flesh and blood kept squirming, forming lines of obscure spells.

The Pope stretched out his arm and passed through the door.

The next moment, he retracted his hand.

In his sight, the hand that passed through the door had undergone a huge change.

The originally loose skin on the back of the hand became tight, as if it had regained vitality.

This made the Pope more convinced that Nicolaide had not lied to him.

At this moment, his breathing became heavy.

"God, here I come."