I'm not really a gold saint

Chapter 664 The Crazy Pope, The Golden Apple Is Ripe
Crunch!

Ding Li kicked open the gate of the Pope's Palace.

He thought that there was some big move to welcome him, but Ding Li found that the Pope's Palace was empty, not even a single person.

"Hey, Itiya, come out and play with brother!"

Ding Li shouted at the top of his voice.

The sound continued to echo in the spacious and empty Pope's Palace.

Itia does not appear to be in the Papal Palace.

Is this afraid of myself?

impossible!
Itia, as the pope of the sanctuary, a strong man who wants to become a god, will never be afraid of things.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

There was a burst of sneer from nowhere.

Ding Li saw Itiya in the pope's robe coming out of the darkness.

The opponent's body is filled with an incomparably domineering small cosmic fluctuation, which spreads out around the opponent, and is more domineering than ever.

That is the small universe of the peak of the eight senses.

It can be seen that Itiya has also adjusted himself to the peak state and is ready for battle.

"You actually have a golden holy cloth?"

Itiya looked at the holy clothes on Ding Li, and his voice was full of puzzlement: "What's going on here?"

Ding Li shrugged his shoulders. This unnamed golden holy cloth microcosm is very active, it fits perfectly with his own microcosm, and he is ready to go all out.

Itiya looked at Ding Li: "You are the disaster star that descended on the sanctuary."

"Ha, you really know my identity."

Ding Li didn't hesitate, and mocked by the way: "Itiya, so are you still sure to win me now?"

Itia snorted coldly: "I doubted your identity from the very beginning, I didn't kill you directly, I just wanted to see what kind of tricks you were playing!"

Itiya's expression was indifferent, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes: "Where did you learn those holy fighter skills?"

"Which constellation are you a golden saint?"

"Which constellation am I the Golden Saint Seiya?"

Naturally, it was impossible for Ding Li to mention his golden finger, so he simply said nonsense: "To tell you the truth, I'm really not a golden saint."

"nonsense!"

Itiya's face was disbelieving: "You are wearing a golden holy suit and using the moves of a golden saint, and you actually said that you are not a golden saint?"

"Ha, you don't understand that."

"I am the God of Gold in the Sanctuary, the future husband of Athena, the ruler of the God Realm, countless goddesses have given birth to me, ahem..."

Ding Li's acting skills are at full strength, and his expression is proud.

"Nonsense? Your husband of Athena!"

Itia roared, his eyes were tearing apart, and the expression on his face was twitching, obviously angry.

"You still say that you are the king of gods, and only I can become the king of gods!"

Yes, he Itiya will become the king of gods and will change the world ruled by the gods.

"After hundreds of years of jihad, I have long been tired of jihad, fighting back and forth, and it is human beings who die after all."

"The gods are playing chess, and we are the chess pieces."

"I don't want to be a chess piece, I want to be the one who plays chess!"

His frenzied voice echoed in the spacious Pope's Basilica, and it was extremely violent.

"Yeah, playing chess is not as serious as you think."

"You may have lived too long and your thinking has become rigid."

Ding Li rolled his eyes.

In this mythical world, there is an unimaginable gap between humans and gods, which is almost insurmountable.

It's like two completely different life forms, one is born high, immortal, and masters the laws of divine power, while the other is eternally reincarnated in the dust, as humble as an ant.

A mere third-level god can take the head of a golden saint. At present, few golden saints in the sanctuary can restrain a third-level god.

Not to mention the second-level gods like the sleeping gods.

After I became a god, I also felt that insurmountable sense of distance.

God and man are really two different types of beings.

Not even in one dimension.

Itiya has experienced several jihads, and he must have seen enough scenes where the golden saints were killed.

This is how you want to become a god.

Become a real chess player.

Even the golden saint who has comprehended the eighth sense is still at a big disadvantage when facing God.

Itiya is the pinnacle of the eight senses.

It must be very eager to become a god.

After all, he is only one step away from God.

To put Athena on maternity leave, to fix this crooked timeline.

Ding Li intends to forcefully straighten the bent plot today!
"Itia, you are already crazy."

Ding Li shook his head slightly and was about to make a move.

"How dare you question my authority, Itia!"

Itiya beard opened his mouth and shouted: "Ding Li, let's fight in another place, go to the extraterritorial space!"

He suddenly smiled and suggested: "I don't want to destroy my palace, let's see who is the real winner next time."

"No, I'm going to destroy you here and smash you into dust."

Ding Li opened his mouth and remained unmoved.

He suddenly said: "The small universe in your body is extraordinary, it seems to be quite similar to some kind of missing body."

"So... go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, Ding Li came behind Itiya and punched him directly, piercing through the opponent's body.

There was no bright red blood in the opponent's body.

The body gradually collapsed under the impact of the small universe.

It really is a thought body.

The thought body is a substitute made by the small universe, thought power, and the spiritual power of the caster.

This kind of missing body has a certain combat power of the main body, and it is only a punch for Ding Li.

"Itiya is not in the Pope's Palace, then it is in the Goddess Palace!"

Ding Li quickly left the Pope's Palace.

.

In the temple of the goddess.

The golden apples are ripe, exuding heart-pounding fluctuations.

"Is this the fluctuation of divine power?"

Wearing the Libra Gold Cloth, Itia finally couldn't help but exclaim.

Yes, this is the power he dreamed of.

I have been stuck at the peak of the eight senses for hundreds of years.

He understands that above the eight senses is the divine realm.

But an opportunity is missing.

Now this opportunity is in front of us.

This is a god-given opportunity, a miracle created by the two goddesses working together.

It is also the fruit of his long-planned victory.

At this moment, Saori's face was as pale as paper, but she was still extremely awake.

Looking at the appearance of the two people in front of her, she sighed slightly.

She saw intrigue and ambition, even evil.

The two of them are like dogs of the same feather if they are together.

They will not end well.

At this moment, Eris stepped forward to take the golden apple.

"The power that rules the earth, the source of my resurrection is in it, and I will eat golden apples next."

"Itia, I need some time."

"The so-called disaster star has broken into your Pope's Palace, stop him for me."

commanded Eris, whose eyes never left the golden apple.

"Obey, my goddess!"

What no one expected was that at the same time Itiya finished speaking.

A sharp golden dagger pierced Eris' chest from behind.

Eris' eyes widened: "You...you betrayed me!"

Itiya whispered in Eris' ear: "Goddess of Dispute, betrayal? I was originally Athena's saint!"

After finishing speaking, he reached out and snatched the golden apple exuding terrifying fluctuations!
(End of this chapter)