I control the world with magic

"A blasphemer like you naturally won't understand the greatness of the gods, but it doesn't matter, you will understand it soon. When five o'clock comes, my wish will take effect, even if you kill me now, it will be useless."

"I'm very curious, what wish can you make when you are already a cripple? When I asked you to make a wish just now, the reason why so many treasures were consumed should be that you secretly intercepted them, right?

But I don't understand, even if you intercepted them, what can you do?" Su Mu didn't think that relying on that little treasure, he could kill himself, who was still a person with the divinity of the five gods.

"Time is up." The Pope said lightly.

As his voice fell, the nothingness surrounding the city began to dissipate, which was a sign that the closed loop of time was broken.

Su Mu didn't care, but stared at the Pope with interest, wanting to see how far he could do it. He believed what the Pope said, even if he was killed, it would be useless. The last wish made by such a person could never be so easily cracked.

In his expectant eyes, the Pope slowly closed his eyes, and then...

Plop!

The pope fell to the ground, he fell straight to the ground without any breath.

At the same time, Su Mu suddenly felt as if something was forced into his soul, as if a consciousness broke in.

"Is this your last resort? Take over my body?" A look of disappointment appeared on his face, and he was very dissatisfied with this surprise.

The pope, who had become a cripple, wanted to take over his body even with the help of the Supreme Heaven, which was simply wishful thinking.

The five gods' divinity is not a decoration. If you want to use the Supreme Heaven to break the five gods' divinity and then take over, you can't do it even if you sacrifice the city in front of you, let alone just secretly intercept a little treasure.

"No, I'm not taking over your body, but making you become me." The calm voice of the pope sounded in Su Mu's mind.

Su Mu frowned slightly, and soon he felt something wrong, that is, the five gods' divinity in his soul did not react at all, not only that, but even his own mental power did not react.

It was as if there was no invasion at all!

"Isn't this a possession?"

"I know very well that in my current state, I can't possess you at all. My soul is exhausted. I can't even possess an ordinary person, let alone you.

I am already a dying man. Even if I break the shadow power, I won't live long. The Pope can die! But... faith can't!!"

The Pope's weak voice suddenly became generous, like a last glimmer before death.

"My wish is to instill all my memories into you. I have lived for 123 years and have believed in the original angels for 120 years. Young man, when you have my memory of 123 years, you... will become me!!

My death is not important. What is important is that there must be a Pope who believes in the original angels in this world!!

The Pope can be me, but he doesn't have to be me."

"Hahaha..." Feeling the memories constantly emerging in his mind, Su Mu couldn't stop laughing wildly, so that a sick blush appeared on his fair face.

"There are so many heroes in this world! Hahaha..."

He praised the Pope's plan, and he was even more amazed by the Pope's spirit.

This original Pope finally gave up everything just for the immortality of his faith.

As the Pope said, 123 years of memory is enough to change a person.

Memory determines who you are. For example, when a person is 20 years old, he travels to his 10-year-old self. Is this person the 10-year-old self or the 20-year-old self?

Or to give a simpler example, when a person is 20 years old, he suddenly travels to the world of cultivation, and then becomes an immortal in a hundred years. He travels back again and finds that only three days have passed. Then, does the immortal who travels back have the same ideas as himself back then? Will he behave the same way?

A man should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation, let alone a hundred years.

Sumu, who has the Pope's memory of a hundred years, is equivalent to living a hundred years as the Pope and living through his hundred years of life.

If Sumu is really a 20-year-old young man, then under the coverage of a hundred years of memory, perhaps he will really be changed, but unfortunately...he is not.

The Pope's memories continued to merge with Su Mu, and his remaining consciousness was rapidly dissipating, but he didn't care, his faith would be reborn in another way.

Wait!

How can there be so many memories! ?

Twenty years, thirty years, forty years... one hundred years!

There are more behind? ?

How can he have more than a hundred years of memory! ?

The Pope was shocked. He thought he had good eyesight and would never misjudge Su Mu's age. The other party must not be an old monster who has rejuvenated, but a young man of twenty years old, but where did these memories come from?

"This... this is impossible!? Why do you also have a hundred years of memory?" The Pope said in disbelief.

"Hahaha..." Su Mu laughed wildly: "I usually like to dream."

"Dream?" The Pope didn't understand, but was shocked.

"So what if you have more than a hundred years of memory? My 120 years of devout faith in the original angel will eventually cover all your memories! I am the most devout believer in God, and no one can defeat my faith!"

"Oh, really?" Su Mu's mouth curled up a grim smile: "What about God?"

The Pope was stunned and didn't understand what he meant.

Su Mu continued, "You have only been a believer of God for more than a hundred years, but I have been a God for more than a hundred years!"

Instantly, a dazzling crystal blue light burst out from his eyes, and the madness contained in the depths of his eyes could not be concealed even by the brown glasses.

"Today, I will let you experience the feeling of being a God!

Believe in God? Ha... That's because you are not a God!!"

Su Mu's memory of the omnipotent God in his dream for more than a hundred years poured madly into the Pope's consciousness.

The memories of both parties continued to merge, and the Pope's consciousness became blurred in an instant. In a trance, he saw the bliss of life. He tasted all the delicacies in the world, read all the beauties in the world, and woke up to hold the power of the world and slept drunk on the knees of beauties.

Sometimes he was the supreme immortal emperor sitting in the sky, and sometimes he was the lawless world-destroying demon god. All the creatures in the world were in his mind, and he let him control the fate of life and death.

All the desires that humans can imagine are satisfied at this moment.

Gradually, the Pope began to feel lost. He suddenly couldn't understand why he had to believe in God, when he was clearly God!

In this state of confusion, his consciousness completely dissipated.

After a while, the crystal blue light in Su Mu's eyes slowly faded away. He calmly pushed his brown glasses and covered his deep eyes again.

A cold and contemptuous arc appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Hehe... Only mortals believe in God, and I am God!"

At this moment, the smile carved on the arrogant mask seemed to solidify on his face.

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