Chapter 497 Saving the Pope
Blood splashed in front of his eyes, and the pain spread from his right arm to his whole body. The voice of the Dark Son stopped abruptly, and then--
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
A scream came from the Dark Son's mouth. His left hand covered the broken part of his right arm, but he still couldn't stop the blood from splashing out from the broken elbow.
His arm was cut off from the elbow, and the person who cut it off was Luo Xi.
She stood on the right side of the Dark Son, and her right arm was wrapped in the azure water magic, giving people a feeling of a flood tearing everything apart.
She used the power of the water pseudo-star mark, otherwise she couldn't directly cut off one of the Dark Son's arms.
Whoosh!
Bang!
Su Yian rushed forward and punched the Dark Son's chest and abdomen several times in a row. The sound of the ribs breaking was clearly audible, and the Dark Son flew backwards and fell into the ruins.
Su Yian stood in place, squatted down and took the dark pseudo-star mark out of the Dark Son's broken palm, feeling the abundant dark elements in it, Su Yian showed a relaxed smile.
I wanted to come with Luo Xi to see the magic of [Dead Soul Ritual], but I never thought that the main purpose of coming to the Western Continent would also be achieved by the way. I really hope that such good things can come more often.
After leaving the hero domain, Su Yian said to Chu Anlan and Luo Xi: "The person who controls the magic of [Dead Soul Ritual] has run away. The crisis of Mile Town can be resolved by eliminating the remaining dead souls."
"Run away? When did it happen?" Luo Xi frowned and asked.
"With the Dark Son." Su Yian looked at the broken walls and ruins covered with dust. Through the elf eyes, he knew that there was no Dark Son there.
"Space magic." Su Yian's eyes flashed with sorrow. Is it the Dark Pope?
If it is the Dark Pope, why didn't he take back the pseudo-star mark?
At this time, Archbishop Xian Andrea appeared here. Unlike before, Xian Andrea's face was very pale, and there was uncoagulated blood in his seven orifices.
This is the result of mental overdraft.
"Bishop Andrea, are you okay?" Luo Xi walked up to him and asked.
Xian Andrea shook his head and asked, "What happened just now?"
His eyes scanned Su Yian. He knew that a battle had taken place here, but he didn't know the details of the battle, because he was competing with a cardinal of the Dark Church in spiritual magic, and the result of the competition was that his spiritual power was damaged and his strength was greatly reduced.
Su Yian glanced at the archbishop: "Your Excellency, you should go back quickly. What if the people of the Dark Church attack you? The Church of Light has suffered heavy losses now. If it weren't for the protection of many countries in the Western Continent, the Dark Church would probably have attacked the Holy Island."
Xian Andrea stared at Su Yian deeply, turned around and left here.
[Dead Soul Ritual] The releaser of this magic has left, so the dead souls in Mile Town have been gradually suppressed, but Mile Town was devastated after the disaster.
The martial law of the Border Marquis troops was not as strict as at the beginning, but the residents of Mile Town still could not leave Mile Town. This was an order from the Holy British Empire Cabinet. They were worried that the dead soul virus would spread.
Unlike Su Yian, they didn't know that this was magic, not a virus, so they were worried that once it spread to the whole country, it would have incalculable consequences.
The events in Mile Town made the countries in the Western Continent worried, fearing that the virus would break out, so they began to take strict epidemic prevention measures.
Luo Xi and Chu Anlan returned to Cristiana Island, but Su Yian did not return with them. He wanted to improve his strength in space magic.
He was trying to tear open the space and then achieve space teleportation, just like the Dark Son and the magician who used the [Dead Spirit Rite] suddenly left Mile Town.
Although he also knew that he couldn't reach that step in a short time, it would never hurt to practice more.
At this time, in the Principality of Messerin, the westernmost of the Western Continent, on the seabed of the coastline, there was a magnificent palace hidden in the barrier.
A middle-aged man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back, his expression extremely serious, his eyes occasionally glanced at the room next to him, his hands slightly clenched, as if he was worried about something.
"Your Holiness!" A cardinal in a blood-red robe knelt behind the Dark Pope: "All 126 priests of the Church of Light who were captured have arrived and are waiting for punishment."
"Lock them up first." The Dark Pope's voice was a little impatient: "You leave first and don't let others in."
"Yes."
Just as the cardinal left, the door of the room opened, and the Dark Pope's expression was refreshed, and he looked over quickly.
The Dark Son walked out of the room, still wearing a mask, but his broken right hand had been restored to its original state, and the wounds on his two thighs had been healed.
A ripple passed through the Dark Pope's heart. When he brought the Dark Son back, his legs were penetrated, five or six ribs were broken, and there were dozens of wounds of varying sizes in other places, especially his right arm, which was cut directly from the elbow!
But in just three hours, all the wounds were healed.
Especially the right hand that grew back, it was simply unbelievable.
Modern human medical technology is already quite advanced, but the regeneration of severed limbs is still a concept in imagination. Even a sage cannot regenerate severed limbs!
The hand of the Dark Son was definitely not reattached, because the severed hand was not taken back.
What kind of medical technology is this?
The Dark Pope glanced at the room behind the Dark Son. There was a figure there, but it was not clear.
Bang!
The door of the room closed directly, blocking the Dark Pope's sight. He looked at the Dark Son: "Are you okay?"
"Yes!" The Dark Son's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger.
The Dark Pope raised his eyebrows and continued: "It's good to survive, although a pseudo-star mark was lost."
"Why, do you feel sorry for your pseudo-star mark?" The Dark Son looked at the Dark Pope: "Also, it's not that I can't beat him!"
If the people of the Dark Church were here, they would be shocked and even angry, because the Dark Son dared to speak in such a tone, which was simply unforgivable!
But the Dark Pope was not angry at all, and continued to say in a calm tone: "The facts are in front of you. The Lord of Destruction has not used his full strength."
"Neither have I!" The Dark Son was angry: "If it weren't for that bastard's sneak attack, I wouldn't have lost to him! I can't lose to a lowly human!"
After a pause, the Dark Son said to the Dark Pope: "I want to destroy the faith of the Western Continent, you must do it!"
The Dark Pope looked at him: "How?"
"How?" The Dark Son said: "Destroy the Church of Light, destroy the faith of billions of people in this world, and destroy humanity!"
The Dark Pope looked at him and said lightly: "I can't do it."
"We will also contribute."
Hearing this, the Dark Pope chuckled: "Contribute? Will your people come? Or send a few strategic-level beasts?"
"Can your people come? Do you dare to show up?"
"Are strategic-level beasts useful? The Lord of Destruction is now in the Western Continent. For him, what is the difference between strategic-level beasts and combat-level beasts?"
"Don't you believe me?" The eyes under the mask of the Dark Son were questioning and murderous.
"Respected Dark Son, you don't really think of me as your subordinate, do you?" The Dark Pope's voice was full of sarcasm: "I am a sage, what are you?"
"We have never been in a superior-subordinate relationship." The Dark Pope looked at the closed door: "If you want to say it, let the people inside come out and tell me. You may have a high status among them, but now, you are not qualified!"
After the voice fell, the Dark Pope flicked his sleeves, and the terrifying aura of the sage level instantly enveloped the whole room. The Dark Son in the middle had a gloomy face, his legs trembled, and he almost knelt down.
This was the face given to him by the Dark Pope.
In the face of the Dark Pope's words, the Dark Son had nothing to say except a gloomy face and anger in his heart.
"Only one of the Dark Church and the Light Church can survive. If you have the ability to prevent the World Magic Organization Association and other countries from interfering, I can destroy the Light Church, and you stay here obediently. I don't think the Destruction Monarch will show mercy next time!"
After that, the Dark Pope snorted coldly and turned to leave the room.
The Dark Son looked at the direction where the Dark Pope left, and his expression under the mask suddenly became calm.
He turned around and looked at the closed door, then looked at his right hand. It was obviously intact, but the faint tingling made him feel very uncomfortable.
"Su Yian!" A trace of murderous intent and doubt flashed across the eyes of the Dark Son. He couldn't understand why Su Yian took action directly. He hated Su Yian for making him lose miserably without even using half of his strength.
"You win this time, but next time, next time you won't be so lucky."
Then he walked out of the room, and his voice reached the ears of the Dark Pope: "Destroy the Church of Light."
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Western Continent, the Kingdom of El, a permanent neutral country, Pamidy Plateau.
Su Yian looked at the two-meter-wide black crack in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief. This was the limit of his ability to tear the space now, and...
Su Yian's right hand space magic appeared, and this space crack moved immediately. Wherever it passed, a big tree disappeared in half, and the remaining half of the cut was neat and smooth, like the damage caused by the most sophisticated cutter.
This is the strongest space magic that Su Yian knows at present, and it is the result of several days of traveling and learning.
This magic is called [Blade of Nothingness], which was created by Chu Tinglei. Chu Tinglei used this magic to instantly kill many strategic-level beasts.
Su Yian's use of this magic can only be said to be advanced, and it can only be used unexpectedly, otherwise the probability of being dodged is very high.
When he uses this magic to the point of [inevitable], it will be the pinnacle.
Putting away the space magic, Su Yian looked at a mountain on the Pamidi Plateau. This mountain was originally the highest mountain on the Pamidi Plateau, with a height of 6,000 meters, but now, not only is it only more than 2,000 meters, but it also seems to have been cut diagonally, which looks very weird.
This mountain is the place where the Pope of Light and the Pope of Darkness negotiated more than ten days ago, but the Pope of Light and the three cardinals encountered an ambush by the Dark Church here and suffered heavy losses.
"This knife should be the masterpiece of the Dark Pope." Su Yian thought silently and walked towards the mountain. The reason why he came here was to try to see if he could provide help to the Light Pope.
If you are caught in a space crack, unless you are a magician like Chu Tinglei who has mastered space magic, even a sage will be in danger of death.
However, with the power of the sage, it is no problem to persist in the space crack for a while.
Su Yian came to the halfway point of the mountain and did not move forward, because the residual power of the sage-level battle in front was still there, and he could not continue to approach, otherwise he would be caught in the residual power and torn to pieces.
"It's good enough for me to walk here with my current physical fitness." Su Yian thought silently, put on the mask, sat cross-legged, and began to carve the magic formula leading to the space island.
Su Yian carved the magic leading to the island in the space crack here, just to be able to see the Pope of Light in the process of reaching the island, and if possible, to provide help to the Pope of Light.
Taking out the key to the island, Su Yian constructed the magic formula with ease, and then disappeared halfway up the mountain.
Because he had some mastery of space magic, Su Yian could adjust the time to arrive at the island. In the dark surroundings, Su Yian vaguely glimpsed a little golden light in the darkness.
Su Yian's heart moved, looking in that direction, but he couldn't stop his body.
The space leading to the island is actually a space corridor set up by Chu Tinglei. Su Yian can only go back and forth in this space corridor, and like a direct elevator, he can't stop halfway.
Su Yian arrived at the island, thinking about the light he just saw, thinking about something.
So he left the island, and saw the light again when he arrived outside. What surprised Su Yian was that the light seemed to be closer.
After going back and forth five times, Su Yian saw a tall figure only a few meters away.
Su Yian took a deep breath and stretched out his hand when he left the island again.
The figure grabbed Su Yian's hand, and cracks appeared in the void corridor, raging towards the entire space corridor. Su Yian was protected by the golden light. In this dense turbulence, the two lost consciousness and were thrown out of the space corridor.
...
"Space magic."
The Dark Pope looked at the magic formula on the ground and narrowed his eyes slightly. This magic formula contained magic power, which was obviously constructed by a human magician.
Has a human magician mastered space magic?
The Dark Pope stroked his fingers and looked at the Dark Son not far away, but he couldn't see the expression under the Dark Son's mask.
It should be very exciting...
...
(To be continued)