Douluo: I didn’t want to become a god, but I actually became a god

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Accompanied by the ringing of the ancient bells, the rising sun gradually climbed up from the edge of the mountains, spreading all its warmth and light onto this empty and solemn land. The golden light shines on the Papal Palace not far away, which seems to be within reach, making it appear more and more ethereal and insubstantial, not like a human scene.

The three teams that advanced to the finals stood like pines and cypresses on this empty platform.

——That is the square that only the truly young and powerful are qualified to set foot on to observe the majesty of the Pope's Palace.

At this time, three teams of their generation led by young people, a total of about twenty future strong men, had been standing here waiting for a long time.

As for the teachers from the three major colleges, they were waiting outside the square because they were neither qualified nor allowed to enter the venue. The only two exceptions to enter were the two imperial princes who entered the venue together with the participating teams and took high seats.

"It's so slow..."

Ma Hongjun, who had been waiting for a long time, finally couldn't bear the boring wait and began to move his little head to look left and right at this holy land of soul masters that was said to be rare.

To say that the most impressive thing, in the eyes of a little fat man who does not have a particularly strong identity background and does not have the vision to estimate the value of the building materials in front of him, is the two rows in front of the Pope's Palace who have been guarding here for who knows how long. knight.

After all, it was lined up from the front of the Pope's Palace to their square, and after surrounding the competition venue, it spread down to the foot of the mountain. The flash of bright silver armor, the thick knight's sword and the unfathomable fluctuations all over his body made the little fat man who had never seen a big scene stunned at the wealth and wealth of Wuhun Palace.

You must know that cultivating a high-level soul master is not an easy task. The funds required for this even Ma Hongjun, who only receives monthly subsidies from Wuhun Palace, feel that it is a large amount of money, let alone this. There are almost hundreds of soul masters with soul powers similar to his.

This is really...

Ma Hongjun thought for a long time, but still didn't know how to describe it, so he could only say to himself: Rich!

Ma Hongjun's little moves naturally could not escape the eyes of the spirit masters present, but everyone at Shrek Academy was not used to it. Not to mention that the most impatient guy among their brothers had begun to feel bored and boring of waiting, and then wandered off to look elsewhere. Even the most calm captain among them - Dai Mubai.

That was also the time when I crossed my arms across my chest early and closed my eyes to relieve my growing impatience while waiting. If it weren't for the fact that the Pope of Wuhun Palace's status was enough to be on equal footing with their fathers and emperors, which made Dai Mubai feel fear in his heart, he would have gone straight to the resting place for the three participating colleges set up not far away. Sit down.

The other little monsters were either playing with their hands or looking at him in a daze. No one really paid attention to the coming of the most noble Pope in Wuhun Palace.

Even the members of the Kamikaze Academy team who noticed the posture of Shrek Academy couldn't help but relax. They unconsciously straightened their backs until they ached under the silent intimidation of the surrounding temple knights.

The three members of the Golden Generation of Wuhun Palace, who had not taken their actions seriously at first, saw others becoming more relaxed as the time for His Majesty the Pope's appearance approached. Yan, who was the most irritable and irritable, couldn't help but pointed at Ma Hongjun, the leader, and cursed: "How disrespectful! How can you look around in front of the Pope's Palace? It's your honor to meet His Majesty. How can you Shrek Academy have the most basic etiquette?" Have no one ever taught you?!”

In name, they only blamed Ma Hongjun, but in fact they involved the overall education of Shrek Academy. They also accused Sang Huai and secretly cursed the Kamikaze Academy team aside.

In this wave, Yan could be regarded as directly stabbing three waves of young talents belonging to two forces with one person.

Ma Hongjun: "...?"

The little fat man looked left and right and found that the person Yan was pointing at was him and no one else. He was also a little confused about what he had done to be scolded like this.

But no matter what the reason was, the person being scolded naturally did not hold back his anger. He immediately picked his nose and flicked his fingers casually. He did not even bother to look back at Yan, but continued to look around and replied reflexively. He said: "You guys can see what I did, aren't you also a guy who is disrespectful to the Pope?"

Ma Hongjun's tone was calm, and his retort without a trace of sarcasm made Yan, who was questioned about his respect for the Pope, instantly burst into anger: "You!"

"Yan." A calm male voice stopped the companions who were gradually being easily provoked to anger. Xie Yue, the eldest and calmest among the three golden generation members of Wuhun Palace, stopped Yan's increasingly unrestrained movements, " This is also within the scope of His Majesty’s Divine Consciousness, so you should know what to do with your status and restrain your behavior.”

"!" Yan gasped for a few breaths. After all, he listened to some of Xie Yue's words. His hands were shaking with anger, but in the end he didn't take action. In other words, we can't make a big fuss at this time.

Ma Hongjun didn't know that Yan, who had high attack and low defense, could break his defense with just a retort out of habit. He just looked at the teacher with envy from afar.

——The seats, the fruits, it’s so comfortable... Damn it, he’s so envious!

"咚咚-"

The sound of heavy drums called back Ma Hongjun's scattered consciousness, and at the same time, it also called back the wandering consciousness of the people beside him, except for the Wuhun Temple participating team.

The sound of drums from far away became louder and louder.

A sound, as if the beating of the heart began to echo the sound of the drum, making people's blood boil.

Yu Yuyi felt driven by the influence, and her heart was beating faster and faster. She unconsciously lowered her eyes and thought deeply: Is this... the influence of martial arts? No, it should be a soul guide. Its function is similar to the war drum used to direct the army to march, fight, retreat and inspire momentum on the battlefield. There is more than one, and the scope is very wide. At this time, Wuhun Palace has...

Accompanied by the sound of drums, a group of people slowly walked out from the side door of the Pope's Palace. A total of twelve cardinals, whose status was second only to that of the platinum bishop, stepped out from the side door and waited for the last cardinal to walk out. When they walked to the door of the temple, they stood in rows on the left and right, six people on each side. stand.

The leader shouted loudly: "His Majesty the Pope has arrived——!"

The sound, accompanied by the deliberately released soul power, was carried far away by the wind.

"Long live, long live, long live!"

The Temple Guard Knights, who had been as silent as a boulder, let out loud shouts like landslides and tsunamis in unison, and the shouts continued like waves. Instead, it seems that starting from this place, it gradually spreads outward until the entire Wuhun City is filled with countless soul masters who are not allowed to approach Pope Mountain, but regard Wuhun Palace as their belief in this life. Accompanied shouts.

For them, the Pope is the symbol of Wuhun Palace and their highest belief in this life.

The huge, gorgeous and majestic palace door slowly opened, and the six emblems belonging to Wuhun Palace on the two doors gradually deviated from the track.

The giant sword in the middle representing the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, one of the three upper sects, was chopped open by the crack of the door. Along with the hammers and dragons, they were arranged on both sides. The swan wings symbolizing the Tiandou Empire surrounded it, as if it was roaring and struggling but helpless. The divided roaring tiger face was swallowed up together, and the only thing left was the incomplete human form that stood above all the symbolic emblems, which had always been a shadow and symbolized the Spirit Hall.