Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 5: Slaying God

The world.

Continent.

The Temple.

Deep.

Where one person walks, all the priests along the way kneel down and pay homage.

The person walking by was a petite girl with crystal-clear skin, 1.5 meters tall, with long hair down to her ankles, and the ends of her hair brushed over the ice-carved jade heels.

A girl is not a real girl, regardless of experience or age.

Her name is Xia Xiaosu.

Born more than a thousand years ago, she is now the Doomsday Pope of the Church of the Dead.

The Church of Death was born out of the Wolf Snake and the Church of Death. Contrary to the name, this church is not evil, but only makes people fear death. The Pope of Doomsday will not bring doomsday, but just show the strength of her power.

At the same time, Doomsday Pope is just an honorary title, and the word "Doomsday" is a tribute to her mighty power.

In this day and age, the real Pope is someone else, but even the current Pope has to bow when he sees her.

No one dares to complain why the Doomsday Pope is only 1.5 meters tall.

It is said that the cardinal of the church once proposed that the Pope of Doomsday wear a hatred to demonstrate strictness, but this proposal was rejected after roundtable discussions.

So, the Doomsday Pope is still 1.5 meters tall.

She went to the deepest part and looked at the misty little world. The white-haired bishop bowed his head and said, "They haven't woken up yet."

"Got it."

The Doomsday Pope just came to confirm, because she has been feeling uneasy recently.

She asked again, "Have the fugitives on the southern coast of the mainland settled down recently?"

The bishop in white said: "The kingdom of mortals is building a new city for those refugees to live in. Bishop Ye Fengling has already led the temple warriors to maintain law and order, and may be able to return to debrief soon. Need your name for the new city."

Doomsday Pope said: "Let the Pope decide, don't ask me."

"You are always so kind, but you don't take fame and fortune." The white bishop paused and said, "The Pope has prepared a banquet for you in the inner court."

"No more."

"His Holiness said he has something important to discuss with you. It seems to be about the southern fugitives."

Southern fugitives?

The Doomsday Pope pondered.

The so-called southern fugitives did not come from the land of the south. There is no land in the south, but a dangerous ocean full of mist. In today's robbery, the nightmare of the ocean far exceeds that of the land.

In short, the ocean is impenetrable, with thousands of feet of waves swallowing ships, creepy nightmares eating people's souls, and disordered monsters grinding their teeth and sucking blood, killing people like numbness.

Even she doesn't know where the sea off the south coast leads, is it an island? Or the mainland?

Since it was about the "Fugitives of the South", she felt compelled to hear it.

Now this Pope is her godson, and she realized it with her own hands. When she was a child, this Pope loved to listen to her recite scriptures devoutly under her seat.

But...that's just piety.

Ever since her brother disappeared 800 years ago, she has tried to cultivate some descendants, and even tried to get along with those descendants, but no matter who they are, they are still far away from her, because she is the Pope of Doom, and no one dares to She was not trembling in front of her, and she was not careful.

The Doomsday Pope finally understood, or in other words, it was confirmed once again... His "home", his own warmth, disappeared from the day his brother disappeared.

She's not a sister anymore.

No one considers her a sister anymore.

No one will have affection for her in this cold world.

Perhaps there used to be people who coveted her appearance, power, and strength, but now there are no more people, because she is the uncrowned king of this continent, and a person whom countless countries and sects must respect.

"Let me go."

"Yes, please come with me to the Temple of the Earth first. The bishop in black also needs to report to you about the heresy, which will take you half an hour. After that, the bishop of Narcissus who once served you in the temple will take you there. Dinner."

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Although the Temple of Death is located in the southern part of this continent, because of the spiritual energy, the weather has not changed, and it still looks like a country of ice and snow thousands of years ago.

The light of the sky, like a river of blood that has not yet dimmed, quietly sprinkled on this ancient palace, but in the blink of an eye, it was wrapped and swallowed by large rust-colored clouds.

The snow was falling, and there was no human temperature.

The Doomsday Pope is listening to the bishop in black.

The current Pope sits in a secret hall in the corner of the temple.

Here, it seems to be isolated from the outside world.

Candlelight, without shaking, illuminates the mythical murals and the ancient stone platforms full of history.

In this secret hall, there are still many shadows.

In it there is "Bishop Ye Lingfeng who will return to debrief after a while".

The bishop is beheading side by side with the Pope, a grim dagger resting on the Pope's neck.

And the audience is full of shadows.

One of them hummed and walked forward, "Lingfeng did a good job."

The bishop showed a charming smile and said: "Don't make fun of Lingfeng, it's not thanks to this magical dagger that you gave me, if it weren't for this dagger, the Pope's destiny would not have been destroyed so easily. ...before I put a dagger on his neck, but after a fight, I used this dagger to pierce his karma, which made him unlucky, and now his dharma body cannot be It's working. After all, it's still great."

"Hahaha."

The man laughed, then walked up to the stone platform and stood in front of the Pope, showing a handsome face, the corners of his lips curled into a wicked smile, "Old man, you are sitting in the temple of death, In the mainland, there are still so many people who are struggling to live, if it weren't for Lingfeng, I wouldn't even know there are so many gold and silver treasures in your treasury."

The Pope: "Who are you?"

The man said coldly: "Why don't you divide the gold and silver treasures to help others?"

"Step by step, the reasoning is not so simple. Regarding refugees, we have also coordinated the mortal kingdoms in various places to resettle them. Maybe we have not considered them, but we have never ignored them."

"Mortal?"

The man couldn't help sneering, "Sure enough, it is the Pope who is aloof. Those people have become mortals? It's natural to call them? Why do you look down on those people?"

He suddenly turned away from Bishop Ye Lingfeng beside the Pope. Ye Lingfeng understood what he meant, and immediately stabbed the sharp edge of the mysterious dagger into the Pope's shoulder.

Suddenly, the Pope let out a scream, but was covered by a hand without making much noise.

This stab wound not only his physical body, but also his legal body, his life level, and his destiny.

What kind of dagger is this?

How could there be such a dagger in the world?

Then, the man slapped him hard.

The Pope fell from the seat under the severe pain, with gray hair and trembling all over.

Boom! !

The man showed no mercy, stepped directly on his face, looked down at him, and smiled evilly.

The Pope was not panicked, he sighed softly: "If I am right, you should be the overseas fugitives who landed on the South Bank, right?

We arranged for someone to help you right away, so why should we take kindness and vengeance? "

"Save??

Give revenge?

What?

We fled with tens of thousands of refugees. I thought I would have a good time, but what about you?

Only give us the most ordinary house, the most ordinary food, but live in a palace and eat delicious food, do you really think we are beggars? "

The Pope was dumbfounded by this, he didn't know what to say.

The man said: "We came from another continent, and that continent has monsters that oppressed us, so we escaped here after a lifetime of death, but we didn't expect to be treated like this by you?"

The Pope was stunned: "How... how did we treat you?"

The man was stunned when asked, and said coldly: "You should disperse all your property and everything to help us.

Instead of just giving us the most ordinary house, the most ordinary food, you are looking down on us!

No, you don't look down on anyone at all, and you talk about the mortal kingdom!

Do you think you're not a mortal? "

The Pope sighed: "What do you want?"

The man was about to speak again when a voice came from under the stone steps.

"Stop talking, just kill it, and then deal with the Pope at the dinner party."

As soon as the Pope heard the name "Doomsday Pope", he suddenly became angry, his pale hair trembled, and he shouted hoarsely: "Why?

Teacher, she has never done anything. She has saved and helped more people in her life than you have ever eaten. What qualifications do you have..."

Boom! !

Another step.

“Qualifications?

You people who see ordinary people as mortals still have the face to ask us? "

The man looked at the Pope, his white hair wet with tears, sneered, and mercilessly stepped on his neck.

Soon, someone stepped forward to tear off the Pope's face and began to make a human skin mask.

The rest start talking.

"I heard that the Doomsday Pope is very beautiful, why don't we pay for it? Our nine brothers have the same blessings and sorrows. Wouldn't it be good to enjoy them together?"

"When I see a woman, I want to get paid, old man, are you licking a dog?"

"That would just train her to be a bitch, so she's not a licker."

"We need to control this huge force below. The nine of us are all outstanding among the traversers, and we came out of the terrifying siege of those monsters in the southern continent... Brothers are united, and their profits will break the gold. Together A bright future."

Mentioning about monsters, several people fell silent.

It's horrible.

Too powerful.

There is no desire to resist at all.

It's still better here.

Suddenly someone said:

"Brother, if we control the temple, do we really want to lose all our property?"

"Of course, we're going to help ordinary people. But..." In the darkness, a tall figure pondered, "But apart from the villagers who fled with us, are the others counted as human beings?

Listen to us, we know people.

Otherwise, it doesn't even count, so what help? "

"Brother is right, there is no distinction between mortals and nobles in this world. There are only people who are not people. What we know is people, otherwise we are not people."

"Yes, a manly man, you should step on the mountain of bones and decide the life and death of a country in one word.

Those who dare to destroy the beauty of this world,

He must be punished by his country, even if he kills 100,000, 1,000,000, 10,000,000 people, let them realize their mistakes. "

"Brother, will this be bad? After all, they are also flesh and blood..."

"Flesh and blood?

Seventh, remember, we are not Our Lady.

The weeds are not rooted out, but the spring breeze blows them again.

Those who are hostile to us are no longer human, they must die, their family, their country must be buried with them.

Otherwise, what should we do if we become our enemy in the future? "

"Yes, Seventh, do you think you are the only one who has a benevolent heart?

You say that, do you think that you are smart and everyone else is stupid, so you want to be different from us? "

"We are the protagonists of this era. The nine of us are together. As long as a period of time passes, we will definitely be able to lie still and become stronger and stronger, and then destroy those monsters.

At that time, we can even explode the world, let the mountains and rivers shatter, the world shatters, the universe shatters, and all people die under our power.

But, we will not die, we have to transcend this universe. "

"The dinner is about to start. Let's prepare. As long as we have convinced the Pope of Doom, this continent will be ours."

"However, I heard a lot of voices along the way, and they all said that the Pope of Doom is actually quite good..."

"It's pretty good?

Lao Qi, did you hear that she is beautiful, so you want to lick the dog?

We've all killed the Pope, so of course we'll kill her too.

If she doesn't die, will she be hostile to us one day in the future?

If you really pity her, then let her experience the beauty of love before she dies, so that she can die without regrets.

Presumably someone like her never knew what love was.

Let her understand before she dies, it is the highest favor. "

"The Doomsday Pope is a **** in this continent, and is said to be the condensed image of the gods' beliefs. So today, we will slaughter the gods!"

"Slaughter God!"

"Slaughter God!"

"Slaughter God!"

When these two words were said, everyone fell silent, and there was a fiery light in their eyes.

The gods are high, so she should be slaughtered. Only in this way can peace on earth be restored.

The nine felt their blood boiled.

"For the world!"

"For Peace!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

These nine transmigrators have gone through many difficulties and stood out from many gods. They all have many trump cards that no one can imagine. Such trump cards, plus the temple of death itself, such as Bishop Ye Lingfeng, etc. The inner response, coupled with the analysis and understanding of the power of the doomsday pope, and the fact that the banquet hall just deviates from the twelve golden people's profound formation of the death temple is enough.

As to why there is an internal response.

The mysterious power contained in the golden finger and the ambition of the human heart itself can be intertwined with betrayal, conspiracy, and the darkest hypocrisy.

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The Temple of the Earth.

The bishop in black has completed his debriefing.

The Narcissus has arrived~IndoMTL.com~ with the Doomsday Pope to a dinner party.

Xia Xiaosu's heart was calm. When she passed the corridor, she stretched out her hand and picked out a six-edged snowflake from the vast ocean of heavy snow, feeling that the coldness was melting.

She suddenly remembered a thousand years ago, in the imperial palace of the great merchants of the ancient dynasty, a princess carrying a lunch box, and a prince in confinement chanting sutras.

The two are weak and helpless, struggling to survive in a court where the general trend is overwhelming and the waves are treacherous.

Although it is dark, it is still warm because of each other,

It was warm and unforgettable.

The heavy snow is only similar every year, but in the blink of an eye, it has become a different person.

Brother...

Are you still alive?

Are you... okay?