Chapter 343

The Vatican.

The Pope, originally uneasy but carrying ecstasy, had red eyes and was full of expectation.

Damn.

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

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

It made this little transparent feel so good he almost flipped over.

He had even started fantasizing about the Papal era of 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 and looked at the person in charge of the analysis room.

The person in charge showed an expression like he was about 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.

It even contains certain risks, which is why that person was so merciless… Damn, don't die, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Arnold!!!"

The Pope actually rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, convulsing all over.

Damn.

Trying to stage a scam, huh.

…….

Getting this conclusion was not difficult.

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

I don't know if other gods have this ability, but these two definitely have this ability.

The whole world.

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

Many people's minds were about to explode.

That person who clearly couldn't be traced, but was subconsciously treated as a reality by people.

And the war of the holiness who came from mythology, from the mythology of the world's largest scale of believers, descending from the ancient times across time and space.

How could this possibly not be expected?

Under countless gazes.

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

The dark clouds formed by divine poison were dispersed by unrivaled power.

As if the sun rose in the sky, all evil retreated.

The vast aura rushed into the sky, revealing the vast stars, emitting starlight, and the dense starlight formed a cold human face covering the sky, looking down at the earth.

And on the earth, the Holy Spirit's face was cold, endless ultimate light spilled out, forming a magnificent Holy Spirit phantom rising from the ground behind him.

Towering like a celestial body, as if the center of all realms, the holy aura surging.

Even those magnificent demonic shadows appeared so insignificant, as if dust at the feet of holiness, as if ten thousand gods were worshiping.

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

Heaven and earth divided.

Conceptually, it had become two worlds, and even at the connection of heaven and earth, space membranes were expanding.

No wonder even the introducer who suppressed the corpse of Gaia with one hand was just his servant.

". Leave, leave the main world line……"

The mage in the starlight light advised softly: "Light of the Multitude, the horn of the dawn.

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

If possible, I do not wish to extinguish the last glimmer of light of such a hero."

The words came out.

The whole world was dumbfounded.

Tremblingly lit a cigarette, thinking they had misheard.

Blocked a million divine groups?

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

A million?!!!

And what the hell is dying in battle?

That is to say, this perfect Holy Spirit in front of us already died in the past?

Is what's in front of us just a remaining glimmer of his light?

And this posture…

You are indeed Michael, the Vice-Regent of Heaven who defeated Satan and maintained the majesty of God even at the cost of everything, right?

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

The mage still wanted to say something.

"What is the point of leaving a delusional self-deception in a delusional world?"

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

A terrifying sense of suffocation spread with it, even space was twisting in large swaths, making an unbearable wail.

The earth was sinking and shattering.

Damn!

Damn!

Damn!

The people on site had their faces change wildly.

The Vice-Regent of Heaven, the fierce man who fought Satan, the enemy of God, for seven days and seven nights and won.

He is also an absolute ceiling-level existence in the realms.

Even if it is just a glimmer of light, it is an existence that looks down on all gods.

And he just opened his ultimate move right away??

People felt an ancient aura that was vast, holy, authoritative, vast, and domineering reviving.

Spreading, filling the whole world, the world was about to explode.

It was clear that never mind the aftermath, even the impact of the aura could kill them all.

Damn, it's over!

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"This is damn over!!!!"

Move, move, my body tempered for a hundred years, move quickly, my will to hold on, don't be cowardly.

Orochimaru, Jiraiya… countless bigwigs from the heavens who sneaked to Earth were all crying.

Constantly trying to move, trying to run away.

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

Playing ball.

This wave is really dead.

Just then.

A light sigh.

"Is that so?"

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

Subsequently, he turned back indifferently to look down at the crowd like ants.

"Still not leaving? This world is probably hard to remain."

The meaning is easy to understand.

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

They all understood, they all wanted to run, but bigwig, they also need to be able to… Damn, they can move!!!

People were stunned, then cried and laughed, but didn't forget to worship and be grateful. ===== CHAPTER 344 =====