Panlong: From being hunted by the Four Divine Beasts

Chapter 55: Prequel's Arrival
"Little guy, you seem very angry!"

A contemptuous voice sounded, and under O'Neal's shocked gaze, the demon leader appeared in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

O'Neal subconsciously tensed his body, his murderous intent towards the man before him and his fear of the powerful man repeatedly alternating. After a long moment, O'Neal clenched his fists and spoke slowly:
"Sir, what are your intentions in attacking the Holy City of the Holy See of Light? Although you are a mid-level god, our Pope is also a veteran mid-level god. Moreover, we represent the great Lord of Light. You'd better stop."

Odin was stunned at first when he heard this, and then he couldn't help laughing. His laughter contained a strange wave. In an instant, countless people on the ground fell to the ground, and blood flowed from their ears.

"Interesting, very interesting. I haven't met someone like you in a long time. What I like most is watching people like you break down."

Odin's eyebrows gathered together, revealing a meaningful smile. A purple light flew out of his eyes and rushed directly into O'Neal's sea of ​​consciousness.

O'Neal paused for a moment, then immediately changed his attitude to a respectful one, bowing to Odin.

"Owner!"

Odin nodded in satisfaction, pointed at the survivors below and said slowly: "Kill them."

"Yes, Master!"

O'Neal raised his head and answered respectfully, then fell straight to the ground, raised his right hand slightly, and purple lightning emerged.

"Lord O'Neill?"

Before the puzzled survivors could ask questions, lightning had already fallen and formed a network inside the barrier. The people who had originally escaped from the bloody death light were trapped to death by the purple lightning barrier that saved them.

"Interesting, interesting. When I release your control later, your expression will surely be very funny."

A blood-red halo flowed from Odin's face, and under the strange moonlight, he looked like a real evil ghost.

"Ok?"

Odin raised his head and looked at the distant sky. A streak of white light was rushing towards him at a very fast speed. From the perspective of people on the ground, it looked like a meteor.

"It's His Holiness the Pope, His Holiness the Pope is back!"

An archbishop of the sanctuary level suddenly shouted, and his voice instantly spread a thousand meters away, allowing many survivors to hear it.

"Your Holiness, help!"

"His Majesty the Pope..."

Almost in an instant, countless shouts rang out, and all the believers began to shout at the Pope of Light. In their eyes, the Pope of Light was invincible because he was the representative of the Lord of Light.

"Father, do you want to kill me?"

Odin's son Chester came up to Odin and spoke in a somewhat unhappy tone. Chester was very dissatisfied with the reactions of these people.

The Pope of Light was just a middle-level god. In Chester's eyes, the middle-level gods who lived a life of luxury in the Magnolia Plane were all a bunch of trash. He himself had no idea how many middle-level gods he had killed in the plane prison. He didn't even take the mere Pope of Light seriously.

"Don't worry, don't worry. The best despair is to give them hope and then shatter it. That kind of scene is the most wonderful."

Odin shook his head slightly and looked quietly at the approaching stream of light. In the eyes of ordinary people, the Pope of Light was as fast as a meteor, but in Odin's eyes, he was as slow as a child.

"Shh!"

A figure in a white robe appeared in front of Odin and the other two. He was a middle-aged man with long white hair and a gentle look in his eyes, but now, his face was filled with anger.

"Are you the Pope of Light they are waiting for?"

Odin waved his right hand, and the chief referee O'Neill quickly flew up and came to his side and saluted respectfully.

"O'Neal? You? What did you do to him?"

Pope Milton's face instantly turned pale. Hidden beneath his loose sleeves, he clenched his fists, but he hesitated to strike. He could sense that the three men before him were all mid-level gods. Odin observed the Pope's expression and nodded in satisfaction. If he concealed his aura and pretended to be a mid-level god, it would be pointless if the Pope discovered he was a high-level god and became too desperate.

"Huh! Ha!"

The Pope of Light suppressed his anger and took a deep breath, then spoke in a deep voice:
"Three of you, the Holy See of Light is the territory of the Lord of Light. If you leave now, I may consider letting you go. Otherwise, I will let the glory of the Lord of Light descend!"

As the Pope of Light, he has the ability to summon projections of the God of Light. With his strength as a mid-level god, he can summon the surrender of powerful upper-level gods. Even if it is just a projection, the three mid-level gods in front of him cannot stop it.

The projection clones are different depending on the strength of the Pope. The Holy Land Pope can only summon projections with the strength of ordinary lower gods, while he, the middle god pope, can summon projections comparable to upper gods. Legend has it that the upper god pope can even summon the projection of the Lord of Light. This is also the biggest trump card of the Holy See of Light to dominate countless dimensions.

However, the summoning requires his own sacrifice, and it is a one-time sacrifice. Once he does this, even if he kills the three blasphemers in front of him, the Church of Light will be finished. As the Pope, he will not do this until the Church is destroyed. Now he still wants to fight for it.

"How arrogant!"

Chester's face turned dark, and he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He moved his right hand, and a dark long sword appeared in his hand. In an instant, a dark blade over twenty meters long was formed, and it slashed directly at the Pope of Light.

"not good!"

The Pope of Light's face changed drastically, and a layer of translucent white armor instantly condensed on his body. At the same time, his hands crossed in front of his chest, and a milky white cross of light instantly burst out and pounced on the blade.

However, at the moment of contact, the white halo seemed as fragile as paper and was split into two halves in almost an instant. The Pope of Light retreated desperately and finally avoided the fatal blow at the last moment, and his two legs fell from mid-air.

"You, you guys..."

The Pope of Light was suddenly horrified. He really didn't expect that the three "middle-level gods" in front of him were so powerful that they almost killed him with just one move.

The Pope of Light had fought with the Pope of Darkness and several others before. Except for Beirut in the Dark Forest, who he could not see through, he did not care about the other middle-level gods. But today he realized that there were gaps between the middle-level gods.

"Is this all you can do?"

Chester raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the Pope of Light with a strange expression.

"hateful!"

After a few seconds of frantic inner struggle, the Pope of Light gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Great Lord of Light, please let your glory descend and destroy these blasphemers!"

The Pope of Light held on to his body, muttering something. His originally pure white robe was dyed red by the blood gushing out of his body, and the holy garments were filled with blood.

"Om~~"

As a soft halo spread, a terrifying energy with the Pope of Light as the core shot up into the sky, and for a moment the blood-red moon dimmed a lot.

The light gradually condensed and turned into a huge lotus, and the face of a young man with long golden hair was revealed.

"Are you calling me? Where is the Blasphemer?"

The blond young man glanced at the Pope of Light calmly and spoke in a calm tone.

"Great beings, these three mid-level gods are blasphemers."

The Pope of Light seemed to have been drained of his vitality, his face instantly became much older, and the blood flowing from his wounds dyed his robe red.

"I am the Lord of Light, Captain of the Legion of Light, Prequel, the Blasphemer, subject to... death? A Higher God?"

Prequel slowly turned around, a blue spear appeared in his hand, ready to throw, but he stopped the moment he opened his mouth and looked at Odin with some surprise and doubt.

(End of this chapter)