Apocalyptic God and Demon Record

"Grass, it's endless, right?"

After having a good conversation, his head was suddenly smashed by a bone, and the bone was strangely integrated into his body, which made Fallen unable to help but roar.

This is also thanks to his tenacious vitality and his almost indestructible body, otherwise if he were an ordinary person, he would have died many times.

"Well, don't talk about it, this thing is good for you."

Seeing that the fall was going to be mad again, Huang Chang quickly used his life force to help the fall heal his wounds, and at the same time he tugged him, and said, "Go, leave here first."

"Why, go!"

Although Fallen was full of anger, but at least he still maintained his sense, so after hearing Huang Chang's words, he took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, nodded, turned and shot towards the door of the treasure house.

Later, Huang Chang and Bi Xia also set off, preparing to leave the treasure house.

At the same time, the pope outside the treasure house saw all this in his eyes, and a very complicated look appeared in his eyes.

What the **** is this?

First, the seven deadly sins opened the back door to Huang Chang without any hindrance, then Huang Chang refined the Holy Sacred Scarab, and then the guy with Buddhism cultivation actually chose the second demon pillar in the opposite direction. One of the seven deadly sins personally took action, pulling one of them into the special space, and personally injecting the holy bone into that guy's body...

What happened to this?

Those two guys are relatives of the seven deadly sins?

And the devil pillar is fine, after all, it is a thing of the evil demon, it is optional, but the scarab and the holy bone are the holy things of the Holy See, should they really let these two Chinese people take them away?

You know, he didn't really control those two brainwashing?

Thinking of this, the pope glanced at the dozing old man in the door, and stopped talking.

"You are the pope, and you have to look far ahead."

"Scarabs or sacred bones are dead, with limited value."

"But their value... is infinite."

As if feeling the Pope’s gaze, the old man’s voice rang faintly again: “You have to understand that everything in this treasury, even everything you own, does not belong to you, but belongs to the Holy See, belongs to God... You must make no mistake about this."

"Power can make people lost. You and I know this, so you must always remind yourself that you are only God's spokesperson, not God!"

When he said this, the old man's voice had become a little cold.

"I, I know!"

Hearing the words of the old man, the pope, who was still a little bit dissatisfied and unwilling, had a sudden chill in his heart and reacted.

He knew that the old man was warning him!

Indeed, after becoming the pope, being regarded as the incarnation of God, and possessing such powerful strength, power, and countless worshippers, he even regarded himself as a supreme, omnipotent **** in his heart, even These sacred artifacts are all regarded as their own private things, so those thoughts just came into being.

Only at this moment, under the reminder of the old man, did he suddenly react.

It is him, he is just the spokesperson of God, or more precisely, the spokesperson of this old man, what right does he have to feel distressed for these sacred objects that do not belong to him?

"Just know, do things well, wait until the day it is done, the glory of God will cover you, and the grace of God will also be bestowed on you. But if it is because of your own selfishness that things are broken, then you should also know what it means. The grace of God is like the sea, and the might of God is like prison!

Seeing the pope wake up, the old man's voice has also returned from cold to flat, and then fell asleep again.

At the same time, the three of Huang Chang finally came out of the treasure house.

"Congratulations, you have chosen very good things."

After all, the pope is the pope, and the city is very deep. At this moment, seeing Huang Chang and others appear, his expression is also restored to normal in an instant, and he smiles, saying: "I hope you can make good use of these things to sweep away the demons in the world and let the gods Prestige and glory fill this cruel world."

"Thank you!"

Seeing that the Pope didn't care about taking away the scarab and sacred bones by himself and others, Huang Chang also let out a sigh of relief, then glanced at the old man who was sleeping, and thanked him.

This thank you is not so much to the Pope as it is to the old man.

He knew very well in his heart that if the old man was not helping them, the Pope would not easily let them leave with these holy artifacts.

"Well, now that you have completed the baptism and selected the treasures, let's take a good rest and stroll around in the Vatican. It seems that you are also very tired, and you can just relax."

"Nowadays, there are a lot of chefs in the Vatican, and a lot of food is stocked. You can enjoy it, and it should satisfy you."

After sweeping his gaze away from Huang Chang and others, the pope smiled slightly and said: "As for other things...I will discuss with other cardinals to determine the priesthood and the corresponding authority for you. You waited too long."

"Haha, well, I will have a big meal this time to make up for the trauma of my soul and body!"

Hearing the words of the pope, the depraved foodie's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

Huang Chang and Bi Xia did not refuse either. Although they wanted to reunite with Zhuge Youlong and others earlier, their purpose of coming this time was to borrow the power of the Holy See, so they could only wait quietly.

Subsequently, the pope left the treasure house with Huang Chang and others.

And the door of that treasure house is closed again!

It’s just that no one knows, facing the departure of the Pope and the others, and the old man at the door fell asleep again, the statue of the Seven Deadly Sins, which was originally like a real statue, did not move at all, suddenly changed, especially their eyes. It was to regain the agility that seemed like a living thing.

The next moment, a conversation sounded from among them.

Or to be more precise, it was the voice that Fallen had heard before.

"Hey, angry, why didn't you do it? I thought you would take off this set of equipment to that guy, or give him this rotten gun directly..."

"But then again... that guy's personality is not like you at all, hahaha, no, it's completely different!"

"You are not mistaken..."

"Or you are the character of Mensao, hahaha..."

"Hey, hey, come back, don't do it..."

"The gentleman speaks but doesn't move, you shit..."

"Ah, ah, help, Diao Min is planning to assassinate me..."

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The next moment, a ping-pong-pong sound rang from the treasure house, as if someone was being beaten.

Hearing the movement inside, the sleeping old man shook his head and sighed, not knowing what he was sighing.