I control the world with magic

Sumu smiled slightly: "In that case, I will accept it."

The Supreme Heaven was still on his hand and did not take it off.

The Pope nodded indifferently: "This treasure is indeed magical, but it is useless, and even if I give it to you, you can't use it. It is bound to the bloodline, and only my current body can use it."

Sumu poured his mental power into the Supreme Heaven and wanted to try it, but the result... It really didn't work!

He had a feeling that the Supreme Heaven was originally his own property, but now someone else had added a password lock to it. Even he couldn't bypass the password lock and use the Supreme Heaven directly.

"Wait!" The Pope seemed to realize something. He raised his head suddenly and stared at Sumu: "Who are you? Why do you know the Supreme Heaven?

Only I and the blasphemer know the existence of the Supreme Heaven. Could it be that you..."

The gentleness on Sumu's face slowly faded, replaced by a kind of indifference, like the indifference of a god overlooking the world.

He slowly stood up and looked down at the trembling Pope: "God knows everything."

"What?" The Pope trembled.

"You are right. God will not abandon his believers. As long as you believe in the original angel, even if you are in the abyss, His holy light will shine on you."

Before he finished speaking, Su Mu's eyebrows suddenly tore apart, and a silver vertical pupil full of divine light appeared.

The mercury-like light shone on the Pope. At this moment, the Pope completely lost the ability to speak, and he was so excited that his whole body trembled.

"I... God... This..."

He trembled and couldn't even say a complete sentence. His eyes turned red in an instant, and hot tears flowed from his deep eye sockets, sliding down his cheeks, plowing clear traces on his dirty face, revealing pale skin.

Plop!

The Pope knelt on the ground and kowtowed excitedly: "God!! You finally come to save your pious people!!"

Bang bang bang...

His head kept hitting the hard ground, and he didn't care even though his forehead was already bloody, as if only in this way could he express his piety and excitement.

"Get up." Su Mu said indifferently.

The Pope stopped kowtowing and climbed up from the ground with difficulty like an old man in his twilight years.

"You...are you the messenger sent by the original angel to save me?"

Su Mu nodded.

The Pope became more and more excited. He cried like a child and danced excitedly: "I know it! I know it! God will not forget His people!"

Su Mu was too lazy to watch the other party go crazy, so he interrupted: "I came to save you by the will of God. Don't waste time. Tell me the basic situation of this dream."

"Yes, yes, Lord God." The Pope wiped his tears and hurriedly said respectfully: "This dream was not originally like this. The source of its nightmare is the nightmare monster hidden in the mirror. This monster does not have the power to reset time.

The reason why the dream has been reincarnated is because I used the Supreme Heaven!

At the beginning, after I exchanged bodies with the Blasphemer, I was already seriously injured and dying, and the Blasphemer was also eroded by the power of the God of Shadow, and was completely unable to recover.

I fell to the bottom of the abyss and saw endless nightmare monsters , I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect that because of the shadow power, these nightmare monsters didn't dare to approach me at all.

I knew that this was the will of God in the dark to bless me. I was unwilling to die like this, so I stood up again, walked in the abyss, and finally found this dream. "

"Did you choose this dream on purpose?"

The Pope nodded: "Yes, this dream is much smaller and weaker than other dreams, and it is the easiest to change.

After I came to this dream, the crisis was not resolved, because the shadow power has been eroding my body. It won't be long before I will die completely, but I can't die!

The blasphemer is wearing my skin and leading the original god religion in the outside world. This is a blasphemy against the gods! I will never allow it!"

The Pope's expression suddenly became excited. In his opinion, his death is not important, but the gods must not be blasphemed because of him.

"Because of the body swap, I not only possess the Supreme Heaven, but also have the qualifications to use the Supreme Heaven. Although the blasphemer's body has nothing to offer to the Supreme Heaven, I still have a soul! My soul still has the divinity given by the original angel!

I continue to offer the power of my soul to the Supreme Heaven, trying to erase the power of the shadow, but my power is still too weak. Even if I make a wish, I can't eradicate the power of the shadow, but only weaken a part of it. So I changed a method, that is, to make a wish to solidify the time of this dream, so that the time of the dream will stay forever. On this day.

For this, I gave everything I had, and time closed the loop!

At five o'clock, the shadow power erupted, I would be killed, and the whole city would perish, and then time would reset, back to the beginning, and so on. In these five years, I was tortured by the shadow power every moment, constantly killed and resurrected.

I endured everything just to wait for the glory of the original angel to shine! "

The Pope raised his hands high, his expression was fanatical, and in a trance, a layer of holy light seemed to cover his dirty body.

Wonderful!

Sumu admired in his heart. He liked the story of the Pope. A devout fanatic did this for his faith.

The Pope could have died like this, but he didn't. Instead, he chose the cruelest way to live, endless reincarnation, endless torture, just to wait for the salvation of God.

This wait was too illusory. He might not be able to wait forever, but he still did it, even if the price was eternal reincarnation and torture.

"Lord God, this dream cannot be left because time has solidified and turned into a closed circle. If you want to get out, you can only break this circle, and the way to break this circle is..."

Boom! ! !

The shadow power exploded, and everything returned to nothingness.

Sumu, who stood at the crossroads again, was a little helpless. Half an hour was really troublesome. It was rare that the Pope had endured five years of repetition and pain here and had not gone crazy. The willpower of the fanatic was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

At this time, he looked down at his palm and found that the Supreme Heaven above was indeed gone.

He came to the garbage dump again and found the Pope.

The Pope had been waiting there respectfully. This time, he even dressed up specially, wearing a suit that he didn't know who had taken it from, and washed off all the dirt on his face.

The Pope, who appeared in a brand new look, really looked like the king who once ruled the world - the first generation of the Red King.

The power of the king seemed to have been integrated into his genes. Even though he was now a useless person and was in the garbage dump, he still had a majesty that could not be ignored.

He looked very handsome. Although he was middle-aged, the charm of a mature man became more and more precipitated, like a fine wine that had been stored for many years, mellow and charming.

At least half of the reason why the Red King could have the current beauty was due to her father.