Chapter 142 I Will Be Crowned as a God! (Subscribe)

As soon as a large number of maze monsters landed, they launched indiscriminate attacks on the surrounding creatures.

For a time, there was grief everywhere.

However, what was more terrifying was not that, but the 100-meter giant claw that stretched out from the entrance of the exploded maze, which was shaking little by little and was about to crawl out from deep underground.

All the professionals stared at the terrifying giant claw in a daze, and despair swept through their hearts.

The claw alone was 100 meters long, so how huge should it be, or in other words, its true body!

It’s not that the professionals have never fought with monsters, but even a huge existence is only a dozen meters tall. This is already an extremely terrifying monster, but such a body, under this 100-meter giant claw, also seems so small and humble.

"Boom boom..."

The earth cracked and shattered, and another 100-meter giant claw stretched out from the ground. Then, two 100-meter giant claws collapsed and fell to the ground, and began to exert force, making the main body that was deeply sunken in the ground gradually reveal itself to the world.

Smoke and dust rose up noisily, and stones with a radius of several meters, in contrast, also looked like "pebbles", rolling down from the body of the giant claw owner.

What a huge creature it was.

With a height of hundreds of meters, the shadow cast by it alone was enough to completely submerge the Saint Tos Palace.

Its image resembled a fox, with a purple body, and nine thick tails stretched out behind it, flat on the ground, each of which was comparable to a small mountain.

On the high platform.

The witch transformed by the water droplet princess Ariel looked at the super giant demon fox in the distance, and a look of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

Obviously those black-robed men are dead, why...

In front of the Libra Holy Church, the Libra Pope's eyes showed a fanaticism:

"Legend has it that thousands of years ago, the Devil of Separation, Gu Hermes, was sealed here by the Supreme God."

"And this place is named after this, called 'Li Island'."

"Thousands of years have passed, and there are no miracles. Although my faith is sincere, I still can't stand the hesitation in my heart."

"Today, I met the Devil of Separation, proving that our Supreme God is not an illusion."

"It really exists!"

"My God..."

"My God..."

"My God!"

The Libra Pope's expression has reached madness.

He opened his hands and hugged the Devil of Separation, Gu Hermes.

On the high platform, the eyes of the Water Drop Princess Ariel returned to indifference. She looked at the Libra Pope, whose face was hideous and no longer peaceful:

"Poor man..."

"He didn't even know he was bewitched."

"Don't know?" The Libra Pope's mouth opened with a ferocious arc that made people feel terrified: "No, I know."

"God has been gone for a thousand years, and our church has long been in name only. It has only survived by the remaining power of the past."

"Faith is gradually disappearing. If you want the church to continue to exist, there is only one way."

"——Welcome the new god!"

"And I will be crowned as a god!"

The Libra Pope opened his hands, and the expression on his face returned to nature, but his pupils turned into a dark color like ink.

At the same time, the same dark mist appeared in the eyes of the distant Demon God of Li, which was filled with mist and formed a pattern similar to an eye.

"Welcoming a new god? It turned out to be you..." Princess Ariel's eyes fluctuated slightly: "Ancient Gods Association."

"You actually knew?" A faint smile appeared on the corner of Pope Libra's mouth: "No matter how you learned it, it doesn't matter."

"The new gods will lead the church to a new height and create a new kingdom of God."

"I'm curious, why are you still calm now?"

"Do you have any trump cards? At this time, you are still planning to hide them?"

Faced with the curious questioning of Pope Libra, Princess Ariel no longer answered. She looked up and looked at the black filaments gradually stained by the golden light on the "artifact-Sacred Libra".

"This is the godless faith, so fragile, so unbearable." Following the gaze of the Water Drop Princess Ariel, the voice of the Libra Pope slowly sounded:

"Faith is a double-edged sword. When people believe in you, you can do everything, but when you can't protect them, this faith will become an abyss that swallows you."

"The artifact stained with impure faith has lost its status and fallen into the mortal world."

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you for stealing the "holy object". Otherwise, I would have to find a reason to stop the "sacred ceremony" myself, which would be a bit troublesome."

"You..."

The Libra Pope is still talking, as if the long-term repression has been released, making him want to talk more.

This is not difficult to understand.

If it were you, after years of repression, you finally achieved your goal, and everything was under control. Would you be able to resist "being proud"?

But soon, the Libra Pope's words stopped abruptly, and his voice became shocked and unbelievable:

"Are you looking for death?"

On the high platform

Princess Ariel raised her hand and held the polluted "artifact - Holy Libra" in her hand.

The next moment, the polluted power of faith flowed out from the artifact, flew into Ariel's palm, and flowed into her body.

A large amount of black air made the lines on her body surface more weird, and faintly, it looked like a fruit that was about to mature.

"Impossible!"

Everything in front of him was beyond the understanding of Pope Libra: "Polluted faith is the most terrible poison in the world, how can you absorb it..."

Ignoring the incredulous and shocking words of Pope Libra outside the high platform, the droplet princess Ariel continued to absorb the contaminated faith.

When there was no more black line on the "artifact-sacred scale" and returned to golden color, the black energy on the water drop princess Ariel's body had become so thick that it was almost as viscous as liquid.

She walked hard, came to the ice coffin, and opened it.

A faint icy mist rose up, revealing the delicate figure lying quietly in it.

It was a girl who looked to be only eighteen years old at most.

She crossed her arms and placed them on her lower abdomen, wearing a gorgeous blue dress that was the same as Ariel, the Droplet Princess.

The Water Drop Princess Ariel raised her hand and slowly took off the mask on her face, revealing a face that was exactly the same as the girl in the coffin.

"Ariel, long time no see..."

A voice with complex emotions came from the mouth of "Ariel" outside the coffin.

"Who are you!"

Outside the protective shield made of golden light, Pope Libra's voice gradually became hysterical. He raised his hand and smashed it hard in the direction of the high platform. At the same time, the Demon God of Li who broke out of the seal also raised his shocking 100-meter giant claw. , falling under pressure.

"Boom——"

Indescribable vibrations resounded through the sky, but even such attacks were still unable to shake the golden protective shield.

The robustness of this protection enabled by the "artifact-sacred scale" far exceeds the imagination of the world.

"With the thousand-year seal, the demon's soul and godhead are no longer there, and all that's left is his dilapidated body."

Ariel's voice was calm and indifferent: "The Ancient God Guild is a group of madmen obsessed with resurrecting the ancient god. But even if you can control the remains of the demon god, how can you possibly destroy the real artifact?"

While speaking, "Ariel" raised her right hand and inserted it into her left chest.

Without the dripping blood, it was as if her body was no longer flesh and blood.

A beating heart intertwined with gold and black was taken out by her, and with her movement, the girl's face became as pale as paper, without any trace of blood.

Looking at the girl in the ice coffin, "Ariel" smiled slightly: "I hope you don't blame me."

"Well...it's useless for you to blame me. After all, when you wake up, I should be gone, right?"

Press the two-color heart in your hand against the ice coffin girl's chest. The seemingly solid two-color heart is like an illusory object, directly penetrating the girl's flesh and blood and blending into it.

A misty white shimmer spread from the girl's body, filled with an unimaginable vitality.

After doing this, "Ariel" stood up. At this moment, she gave people a feeling of weakness that she might fall down if the breeze blew.

Raising her head, looking at Pope Libra and the wreckage behind him, the girl smiled slightly:

"Since it is a 'sacred ceremony', how can it be done without a subject of judgment?"

"I, the Fire Witch Miranla, hereby declare that I will judge the Pope of the Holy Cult of Libra, St. Berg Cavendish."

Amid the high-pitched voice, the shining "artifact-sacred scale" radiated incomparably bright light under the sun.

A pure golden platform was formed in mid-air. At both ends of the platform, there were pillars rising high.

Two rays of golden light shot out and landed on "Ariel", no, it should be said to be the Fire Witch Miranella and the Pope Libra.

In a flash of light, the two people appeared on the pillars on both sides of the high platform.

——This is the "Holy Duel Field". No one can leave until the winner is decided.

Pope Libra, who had just landed, had a gloomy expression, but he was not panicked:

"This time, I made a mistake."

"I didn't expect you to be able to remove even contaminated beliefs and restore the glory of the artifact."

"In your current state, even if you drag me into the [Holy Duel Field], do you think you can win me?"

"It's just a matter of hanging on for a while."

Pope Libra raised his hand, and there was light gathering in his dark pupils.

Outside, the remains of Li Shen, that is, the body of the super-giant fox demon, began to shrink and become hazy.

Behind Pope Libra, it became "miniature", but there were also the remains of Li Shen more than twenty tall emerging.

"This is my power. Even if it is an 'artifact', it cannot be stripped away."

"I'd like to know how you can defeat me in this situation?"

Pope Libra's tone was very calm.

The Fire Witch Mirala spoke softly: "Who told you that I would be your opponent?"

Hearing this, Pope Libra was slightly startled, but quickly responded: "You want to invite [jurors]?"

The so-called [jurors] are the candidates invited by both parties participating in the "Holy Judgment" to participate in the "Holy Duel" on their behalf.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Pope Libra's face: "On this huge outlying island, apart from you and me, there are absolutely no other fourth-level existences. Even if there are, fourth-level extraordinary professionals, in my eyes, are nothing more than ants that can be destroyed with a snap of the finger."

"How do you beat me?"

The Fire Witch Miranla no longer paid attention to Pope Libra. She raised her head, stared at the "artifact-Sacred Scale" that emitted endless bright golden light, and spoke word by word:

"At the cost of my soul, the maximum spiritual limit of this 'Holy Duel' must not exceed level three!"

As the words fell, a dazzling golden light burst out, and some strange changes occurred in the "Holy Duel Field".

Pope Libra's face changed slightly. He felt that his spirituality was forcibly suppressed by this space to the third level limit.

But soon, his expression returned to normal:

"Pay such a heavy price just for this?"

"Do you think you can defeat me like this?"

"Even if I only have the ultimate spirituality of the third level, I am not afraid of the fourth level professionals as I have mastered the remnants of Li Shen."

Pope Libra took one step and walked down from the pillar, step by step, to the duel field.

The fire witch Mirilla closed her eyes, and red flames burned from her body.

The flames outlined a magnificent and complex circular formation on the ground of the duel arena, and a shadow holding a sword slowly emerged from it.

…

Go back a few minutes.

The moment the hundred-meter giant claw broke through the underground maze, thick gray mist flowed in front of Ryan's eyes.

His expression changed.

At the same time, Freni, who was standing next to Ryan, had a bright blue light in her eyes, forming a blue hand out of thin air and grabbing at Ryan who was surrounded by gray mist.

However, when Youlan's big hand reached Ryan's position, it missed.

The gray fog dissipated, and Ryan's figure had disappeared.

…

When the gray fog in front of him faded, Ryan found himself in the "Overturned Palace".

In the empty hall, there were only him and "Red Kite" sitting at the top.

Ryan looked ugly.

This time, the "Overturning Palace" summoned him without his consent at all, and used the "Overturning Mask" as an anchor to forcefully summon him in.

"Even if you are not bound by the 'Blood Oath Contract', if you are greedy for petty gains, you will eventually have to pay the price..."

Ryan warned himself in his heart.

He looked directly at the "Red Kite" sitting in the first place, and said with a slightly cold tone: "I don't remember you ever said that the 'Overturned Palace' has the function of forcible summons."

"I'm sorry..." A gentle and magnetic voice came from the mouth of "Red Kite", and a look of apology appeared on the face of the extremely delicate doll body.

"The situation is urgent and I have to do this as a last resort. Please forgive me."

"After that, I will definitely come up with a gift that satisfies you as an apology."

"Mr. Ryan Leyland."

Ryan's face turned pale. Although the forced teleportation made him very unhappy, it would not be unforgivable if there was an "apology" - after the last special mission, the "Red Kite" mid-level rare item was given to him without any trace. Her sloppy behavior left a good impression on Ryan.

"Forget it, let's talk about it. Why did you call me here in such a hurry this time?"

Ryan let out a breath.

Generally speaking, members of the Overturned Palace would refer to each other by "code names", but now, "Red Kite" calls him "Ryan Leland", which can't help but make him feel something different. thoughts.

"Time is of the essence, I'll keep my story short."

"Mr. Lane, I would like to invite you to be my [juror] for the [Holy Duel]."

"With the Pope of Libra, St. Berg Cavendish."

Hearing this, Ryan did not hesitate and flatly refused: "Do you want me to die?"

Ryan doesn't know the specific strength of Pope Libra, but there is no doubt that Pope Libra is definitely a fourth-level extraordinary professional, and he is definitely not a beginner.

Although he defeated the "Skeleton Knight" and his strength has been further improved after returning from this trip, Ryan is very self-aware.

With his current strength, it is difficult to say whether he can defeat a professional who has just entered the fourth level, let alone an established fourth-level professional like Libra Pope.

The possibility of winning is almost zero.

"Don't refuse in a hurry."

"Red Yuan" smiled: "Of course I will not let you die. In fact, I, who also participated in the [Holy Duel], will share life and death with you. In this case, you said, I will take my own Are you kidding me?"

Hearing this, Ryan frowned slightly: "Are you the Water Drop Princess?"

Because of the previous light screen, everyone on the island saw it. The person who turned on the "artifact-sacred scale" was the droplet princess Ariel.

And now, "Red Kite" said that she will participate in the [Holy Duel], and her identity is naturally self-evident.

Facing Ryan's question, "Red Kite" shook his head slightly: "I don't want to lie to you."

"Actually, I am not the Water Drop Princess. Who I am is meaningless to you."

"You can call me, Miranla."

"Back to the topic."

"I will use the 'artifact - the sacred scale' to lock the spiritual upper limit of the sacred duel field at the third level."

"I have witnessed your battle deep in the underground labyrinth. In the realm of the third level, I have never seen anyone stronger than you."

"So, I'd like to ask for your help."

"As long as you are willing to take action, you can take whatever you want in the treasure house of Santos Palace afterwards."

"There is a high-level rare item in the treasure house of Santos' palace. It is the national treasure of the Kingdom of Santos."

"That's all I can give."

"So, Mr. Lane, what do you mean?"

After listening to "Red Kite" Miranla's words, Ryan fell into deep thought.

Just because spirituality is locked at the third level does not mean that fourth-level professionals can only exert their third-level strength.

Promotion in rank will bring about professional abilities. With the blessing of professional abilities, even if they only have third-level spirituality, fourth-level professionals can still exert strength far beyond that of third-level ones.

but……

This means something completely different to Ryan.

If the opponent only has the third-level spirituality, even an old-fashioned fourth-level professional like Libra Pope can fight.

After nearly ten seconds of silence, Ryan raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of "Red Kite": "I accept your invitation."

The reason for making such a decision is, on the one hand, that the reward is extremely generous. The countless years of accumulation of the Palace of Saint Tos must have a large number of strange objects. If he can take them away at will, then his [Nameless Ship Sculpture] will have the hope of being completely repaired.

On the other hand, it is out of consideration for the "career path".

If [Gluttony Hunter] wants to be promoted, he needs to hold a "joy ceremony" recognized by more than a hundred people in a grand occasion.

And the current sacred duel, because of the existence of the light screen, the people of the entire outlying island have witnessed it with their own eyes.

The people who witnessed it are more than ten thousand people.

As long as he can win this duel, he will easily complete the "joy ceremony".

Of course, there are still risks.

As an old-fashioned fourth-level professional, Libra Pope's strength must be extremely strong.

But...

Is there anything in this world that has no risk and only benefits?

The pursuit of the Black Knights is like a shadow and may come at any time. In this case, Ryan must seize every opportunity to improve his own strength.

Under the premise that the risk is relatively controllable.

Hearing Ryan's reply, "Red Kite" Milanla showed a sincere smile on his face: "Then, everything is up to you."

"My Purple Wind Knight."

...

The Holy Duel Arena.

Under the attention of the crowd.

Ryan, wearing a purple mask, slowly raised his head, looking directly at the old man wearing a crown opposite him, with a slight smile on his lips:

"You are my opponent, right?"

"Pope Libra, Saint Berg Cavendish."

"Clang——"

The sound of the greatsword being unsheathed was sharp and piercing, and the huge momentum mixed with blood and spirituality rose up, like a ferocious beast roaring to the sky.

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