Chapter 301

Vatican.

The Pope, who was originally in a state of ecstasy mixed with anxiety, had red eyes and was full of expectation.

Damn it.

Just this afternoon, those big countries in Europe that didn't care about him at all called one after another.

Even the rebellious Federation Secretary-General, who had his eyes on the top of his head, made a national-level greeting, his tone unprecedentedly enthusiastic, even with a trace of humility.

It made this little transparent feel so good he was about to flip.

He had already started fantasizing about the era of the Papacy as the uncrowned king of medieval Europe, which was the Dark Middle Ages...

Pfft, what darkness, this is blasphemy.

It should be called the Glorious Era.

And now...

The Pope swallowed his saliva and looked at the head of the analysis room.

The person in charge showed an expression of wanting to cry: "Your Majesty, I really want to say yes, but that person's meaning is very clear: angels and holy power are already a thing of the past, they are eliminated losers.

They even contain certain risks, which is why that person is so merciless... Holy crap, don't die, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Arnold!!!"

The Pope actually rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, his whole body convulsing.

Damn it.

Trying to touch porcelain, huh.

Getting this conclusion was not difficult.

For a time, countless wails sounded all over the world, and more people were worried about the miserable planet under their feet.

Whether other gods had this ability, they didn't know, but these two definitely had this ability.

The whole world.

Countless people, with feelings of fear and inexplicable expectation, frantically crowded in front of TVs, mall screens, and mobile phones.

Many people's emotions were about to explode.

That person whose origin couldn't be found, but who made people subconsciously treat him as a real person.

The war with that sacred being who came from mythology, from the mythology of the world's largest group of believers, descending from the ancient times across time and space.

How could one not look forward to this?

Under countless gazes.

In the world where the Reincarnation Pool was located, the overlapping demonic shadows were trembling, their hatred dissipated, as if they were all fearing the radiance of the two.

The dark clouds formed by divine resentment were dispersed by peerless power.

Like a sun rising in the sky, all evil retreats.

The vast aura rushed into the sky, revealing the vast stars, emitting starlight, and the dense starlight formed an indifferent human face covering the sky, overlooking the earth.

And on the earth, the Holy Spirit's face was cold, endless ultimate light overflowed, and a magnificent Holy Spirit phantom rose from the ground behind him.

Towering like a celestial body, as if at the center of all worlds, the sacred aura was surging.

Even those magnificent demonic shadows appeared so small, like dust at the feet of the sacred, as if ten thousand gods were worshipping.

At this moment, people finally understood what the hell a Holy Spirit was.

Heaven and earth were divided.

Conceptually, they had become two worlds, and even at the connection between heaven and earth, a space membrane was formed and expanding.

Why even the ferryman who suppressed the corpse of Gaia with one hand was only his servant.

"... eave, leave the main world line..."

The magician in the light connecting the stars advised softly: "Light of the masses, the horn of the first dawn.

Metatron, who annihilated the enemies of countless people, blocked a million god groups with his own strength, and died fighting.

If possible, I do not wish to extinguish the last wisp of radiance of a hero like you."

The words came out.

The whole world was stunned.

Tremblingly lighting a cigarette, he thought he had misheard.

Blocked a million god groups?

Does it refer to the kind in that terrifying battlefield before?

A million?!!!

And what the hell is dying in battle?

In other words, this perfect Holy Spirit before them had already died in the past?

Is this just a remaining wisp of his radiance?

And this posture...

You are indeed Michael, the Vice-Regent of Heaven who defeated Satan and sacrificed everything to maintain the majesty of God, right?

"If you just want to leave a legacy, besides the main world line..."

The magician wanted to say something else.

"What is the meaning of leaving self-deception in a false world?"

The Holy Spirit had already slowly drawn a sacred spear wreathed in thunder and the supreme authority of judgment from the void.

A terrifying sense of suffocation permeated, and even space was twisting in large swaths, emitting unbearable wails.

The earth was sinking and shattering.

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

Holy crap!

The people on the scene had their faces change wildly.

The Vice-Regent of Heaven, the tough guy who fought a bloody battle for seven days and seven nights against that enemy of Satan and God and won.

Even in the worlds, he is an absolute ceiling-level existence.

Even if it is a wisp of radiance, it is an existence that looks down on all gods.

And he starts with a big move??

People felt a vast, sacred, authoritative, vast, and domineering ancient aura awakening.

It was permeating, filling the whole world, and the world was about to explode.

It was clear that let alone the aftermath, even the impact of the aura was a magnificent celebration that could kill them all.

Holy crap, it's over!

196. Jiraiya: Suddenly feel the Ninja World is quite peaceful

"This is freaking over!!!!"

Move, move, my body tempered for a hundred years, move quickly, my will that I hold onto, don't be a coward.

Orochimaru, Jiraiya... countless big shots from the heavens who sneaked to Earth were all crying.

Constantly trying to move, running away as fast as they could.

But in the face of the vast aura that froze time and space, the chakra, magic power, mental power, and superpowers they relied on to roam were like wild dogs scared crazy, shrinking into a ball, unable to move at all.

Playing ball.

This wave is really dead.

Just at this moment.

A sigh.

"Is that so?"

Under the ancient aura that was as vast as a sea of stars, the magician sighed softly, understanding and respecting the Holy Spirit's decision.

Afterward, he turned back indifferently to overlook the crowd like ants.

"Aren't you leaving yet? This world is probably hard to preserve."

The meaning is easy to understand.

The world is about to be blown up, let alone you weaklings?

They also understood, they also wanted to run, but big shot, they also need to be able to... Holy crap, they can move!!!

People were stunned, then cried and laughed, but didn't forget to bow and give thanks.