Chapter 67 Jumping the Pope Repeatedly!

Cross cut? !

He was stunned for a moment, and then his face was filled with stunned and angry.

You lied to God!

How could such a sword be just a horizontal slash!

However, He couldn't say any more words, the body of His "coming" was completely broken at this moment, and it was no longer enough to support His continued existence.

However, before returning, he stared at Avante with his eyes.

I will be back!

you wait for me!

He conveys this message with his eyes.

Not a threat.

But He really does.

Wearing a mask, Avante responded calmly with his eyes.

Snapped!

With the sound of the porcelain shattering, the body of the Pope's close ministers was completely shattered, no blood was scattered, but crystal-like powder was scattered all over the ground.

The holy white disappears directly.

The little bit of scarlet was once again returned to the bones on the ground.

Only a little twisted breath began to slowly lift into the air.

Avante 'looked' at this twist and took a breath again, very slowly, just like before.

Then……

The long sword is unsheathed!

Clang!

The sword light flashed.

The long sword is sheathed.

The twisted breath suddenly dissipated.

He threatened him.

How could he let the other party leave easily.

"mortal!"

"How dare you kill a god!"

"Do you know what you did?"

In the fragrant breath,

The voice reverberated in Avante's mind like thunder, and at the same time, a huge figure that stood above the ground began to appear in Avante's mind.

He overlooks Avent.

"You still have a chance to live."

"but now?"

"You really are killing yourself!"

Saying that, the giant directly stretched out his hand and grabbed it towards Avante.

That palm covered the sky and the sun in Avent's field of vision, and an aura of destruction was blowing toward him.

"Do you really think you can kill a god?"

"We have long been an existence that you do not understand."

"In our eyes...you are not even as good as ants."

boom!

With such a sentence, the giant's palm was severely pressed.

The earth trembled, it could even be said that the sky was falling apart.

Evante disappeared.

Giants can confirm.

Therefore, he became more and more disdainful.

"Although I lost a little bit, it's not bad to get such a powerful body, which is much stronger than the previous 'container'. Next, it's to collect more sacrifices..."

The giant muttered to himself.

However, his voice soon came to an abrupt end.

Because, a sharp breath condensed in front of him.

The next moment, Avante appeared.

Avante, who was not wearing a Ye Owl mask, looked enlightened.

"This is your power?"

"interesting."

As he said this, he raised his right hand, his middle finger and index finger were straight, his ring finger and little finger were clasped inward, and his thumb pressed on the first knuckle of his ring finger and pierced directly.

Can't see anything special.

The giant didn't feel threatened either.

Then, the giant shattered again.

Just like the previous slash.

This time it is

"Straight?"

He asked blankly.

"no."

Avante shook his head, curiosity appeared on his face, waiting for Avante's answer, but Avante said calmly: "This is: sword finger. Straight stab."

The giant's eyes were wide open and he looked at Avante angrily.

He thought it was an insult to him.

He subconsciously roared out.

but……

Snapped!

He is broken.

Unlike the previous fragmentation, this time the fragmentation is that everything He entered here is fragmented.

"'god'?"

"How is it different from those who are blinded by greed?"

"more……"

"Unbearable."

With such words, Avante's consciousness returned to his body.

There was no joy or excitement on his face behind the mask.

It seems that beheading a god is common to him.

In fact, it is.

He believes that his sword can kill ordinary people, and he also believes that his sword can kill gods.

Because, in Avent's view, that god is really similar to looking at ordinary people.

Except for the strong point, it's no different.

Moreover, the heart is even more distorted.

In his consciousness space, he can clearly feel this, and in order to confirm, he also took a hard blow from the opponent.

Such a blow is enough for Avent to understand what kind of existence the other party is.

Greedy to twisted.

Unreasonable, seemingly sober, but in fact... a lunatic.

Completely driven by instinct.

This kind of existence is really quite scary.

Especially when they are still a group.

Aventur involuntarily raised his head and looked at the sky.

There are more of these guys out there.

Is he going to exterminate these guys?

Otherwise, it is always uncomfortable to be stared at by these guys.

That's it for him.

What if these guys target Esther?

What if Esther married that lady Jennifer, gave birth to eleven or two children, and was also targeted?

What if they shamelessly destroy the peace of 'Sizhuo'?

no!

I can't afford such a loss!

I'm not afraid of revenge, but not my relatives!

They are so weak!

so……

They must be killed off!

Otherwise, I will have trouble sleeping and eating!

Thinking of this, the face behind Avante's mask became serious, his gaze became even sharper, and a sword intent rose into the sky.

The Sword Intent did not collapse, but instead condensed endlessly!

Under the moonlight, this sword intent was like a real sword, stabbing straight into the sky.

Ah, ah!

Screams rang out in the sky.

But in the ears of ordinary people, it is the rumbling sound of thunder.

Several indescribable phantoms quickly hid out of the sky.

Evante frowned.

His sword worked, but it didn't meet expectations because...someone blocked it.

Avent turned to look at the woods beside him.

An old man with a stooped body and gray hair appeared in a white robe. The other party's footsteps were very slow, and the speed was much slower than his youth.

cough, cough.

Just after a few steps, the other party could no longer suppress it. After a cough, a little scarlet appeared on the other party's chest.

Then, with a plop, the opponent fell to the ground.

But even with this appearance, the other party still looked at the sky reverently.

"Don't be disrespectful to 'God'."

"Everything we have is given by 'God'."

"We should be grateful."

Saying that, the other party bowed respectfully towards the night sky.

"Hawthorne!"

Avante's voice became cold.

Hawthorne, Pope of the 'Temple'.

For the Pope's evaluation, the various forces are quite high.

Because, most people recognize the fact that the other party has retained the 'Temple', allowing the 'Temple' to continue.

Even, in some ways, it can be said that without Hawthorne, there would be no 'sanctuary' of the new century.

And Evante has an extraordinary understanding of Hawthorne in front of him.

He would not believe that Hawthorne was a man of true faith.

Even if there is...

Nor will it be God.

And the reason for this attitude?

The other party is just a disguise that follows the trend.

The opponent took his sword.

The body is on the verge of breaking.

As for why the other party did it?

Avante looked at the calm night sky again, and the sneer on his lips became more and more cold.

"The way you look makes me sick."

Evante said lightly.

"Just that makes you nauseous?"

"You haven't seen what really makes you sick."

"Avante, do you want to meet?"

Hawthorne asked with a smile.

"Do not."

Evante shook his head very simply.

"Look, you always reject me like this."

"It used to be."

"It is."

"Just... I hope you don't regret it in the future."

The contemporary Pope of the 'Temple' just sat on the ground and looked at Avent, with a smile on his old face, as if he was talking to a friend, his tone was relaxed and eager.

"future?"

"Are you sure you can see my future?"

"Are you sure that you, or the real you?"

Avont sarcastically.

"certainly!"

"I'm sure and sure!"

"Otherwise, why do you think I would agree to Lawrence's proposal?"

"He wants revenge on Edmond."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Destroy Angcheng, which is full of 'heretics'?"

"Hahaha!"

"Do not make jokes!"

"Angcheng is a very good city that I have seen, and it is also the city I have longed for the most, 'heretic'?"

"Nonsense."

That's what Hawthorne, the contemporary Pope, said, words that are enough to subvert the 'Temple'.

His laughter was full of teasing, and more of a sarcasm.

After more than ten seconds, Hawthorne was out of breath, and then the laughter stopped.

He touched the soil beside his legs with memories on his face.

"The one who chose to live in seclusion here."

"The soil here attracts that one."

"But these soils are so ordinary in my hands."

"Why do you say?"

Hawthorne asked Avent.

Avante stared at the other party, and after a few seconds, showed a slightly contemptuous look.

"You'll never understand."

"When you send a part of you there, you'll never understand."

"You'll just be them."

"And then, twisted."

Avante's voice coldly stated the facts.

"There?"

"What's wrong?"

Hawthorn pointed to the night sky, then raised his palm a little higher to make sure he was pointing higher.

Then, the contemporary pope continued.

"I was religious and thought God was omnipotent and omniscient."

"until……"

"That one appears!"

"He 'ended' the old century with one punch."

"He punched the new century."

"When the mushroom cloud rose to the sky, I knew what I should do."

"He became my target!"

"But, my talent is so bad that I can't see his back at all, so... I chose the way that suits me."

"You said that me, maybe it's not me, how could I make such a small mistake?"

"I was already prepared."

The contemporary pope said and stood up.

He patted the dirt on his body slowly, and then clapped his hands.

Pop, pop.

With a crisp sound, a set of walnut furniture appeared.

They consist of three sections, a desk, a high-back chair and a gorgeously styled office chair.

Hawthorne sat on the high-back chair and picked up the quill on the table with ease, and began to write something on the human-like paper.

"Are you sure?"

Distorted and distorted voices came from the office chair.

Hawthorne smiled.

"certainly."

"Otherwise why should I rebuild the 'Temple'?"

"Isn't it just for the transaction at this time?"

"Sacrificing everything in the 'Temple' that I created, which does not include 'I' in any sense helping me in that place is still me!"

Hawthorne said clearly.

"Transaction complete!"

A distorted sound falls.

The whole set of furniture disappeared.

The exhausted Hawthorne simply fell to the ground again.

He looked up at Avent.

Then, the voice was lowered.

speak at a volume that only two people can hear

"How about we make a deal too?"

"Well, according to today's young people, you need a..."

"Agent?"