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Best was very curious when he came here, but he never doubted that the Pope would do anything to him, so now that he heard that he had to recover from his injuries before completing the mission, he didn't have any defenses.

"Sit down, it may be a little uncomfortable at first, bear with it." The Pope reminded.

Best hummed, but didn't realize that the face of the Pope standing behind had changed.

With a sneer in his heart, the pope stamped his hands on Best's back, running the power, and transmitted it to Best's back through his palms, and controlled that power to start repairing the wounds in his body that hadn't healed yet.

Under the guidance of the pope's power, Best also felt that his injury had begun to change, thinking in his heart, this strength is different, and it is of great benefit to the recovery of the injury.

Originally, Best was one of the masters that the Pope sat down. Now that Sean is dead and he is injured, there are only three people left. The Pope has always said that his strength is only stronger than the five of them, but Best is absolutely not. Will believe only a little stronger.

Now I feel that the Pope's power can help the injury much faster than using his own power to relieve the injury.

Resisting the pain caused by the recovery from the injury, Best also gradually exercised his power, following the power infused by the Pope, he could still bear this pain, otherwise would he dare to be called a master.

"The most painful time has come, you hold back, and you will fully recover after you get through it." The pope reminded again.

This means that he is ready to do it.

"Come on, I can hold back." Best gritted his teeth.

Sure enough, at this time, the burning pain on his body was much worse than before, and Beast's body began to ooze out bead-sized beads of sweat.

and many more!

Something is wrong!

Best is not a fool, he could feel the power of the Pope, and began to scurry around in his body without any rules, and it was not repairing his wounds, but wanton destruction.

puff~

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Best suddenly turned his head to look at the stern-faced Pope, "Your Majesty, why?"

The Pope's ferocious face made people feel even more terrifying, and even a master like Best felt scared.

"No reason, let you perform the task now, and your task is to die and become part of my power."

Best turned pale with fright. It turned out that the so-called mission was to kill him. No wonder there was a strange feeling all the time. No wonder the Pope would be so gracious to help him recover from his injuries today. All of this was premeditated.

At this moment, in Best's heart, the Pope became very strange. Is this still the old man whom he respected?

No, not anymore.

In the face of death, no matter how hard you have to struggle.

Best was able to use his power, trying to eject the power that the pope poured into his body. After all, the power that the pope poured into his body was still too little compared to Best's own power.

However, he did not expect that this force could not bounce back at all, and began to destroy it more quickly in his body. He also tried to break free, but the Pope's hands were tightly stuck to his back like super glue, and soon, it would make him He lost his strength, and his body was in chaos.

Not only that, Best also found that his blood and body began to agitate. It seemed that every cell was decomposing crazily, and his body couldn't support it anymore.

"Why, tell me, why did you treat me like this." Best roared, even if he lost the strength to resist, he still wanted to question this seemingly kind old man with a sinister heart.

At this moment, Best suddenly thought of Alger, thought of what he said before, and suddenly understood something.

"Alger didn't steal anything at all, right? You framed him too." Best asked in a deep voice.

The power in the body was dissipated, the flesh and blood, and energy were all decomposed, mixed with the dissipated power, and began to flow rapidly through the palms on the back.

The Pope smiled evilly, but did not deny it, and said, "Yes, I designed him, and he didn't steal anything at all. On the contrary, he found the two sacred artifacts in his hand. I want to get two sacred artifacts." , wanted to kill him even more, but he escaped by luck.”

"Bastard, you old dog, you lied to us." Best's body was gradually shrinking at this time, and the flesh and blood on his body was like a tumor festering. It looked disgusting and bloody. It's not bad to keep talking.

What kind of magical power is this falling to the ground, which can disintegrate the strength and flesh of the opponent and transform it into his own strength. Best really wants to know, and hates it in his heart. He has been deceived all the time, and now he has become a victim.

"Cheating or not cheating is not important at all. The important thing is that each of you will become my victim, hahahaha, die."

A cold light flashed in the pope's eyes, and the power moved even faster, until Best lost the ability to speak, and finally completely turned into a stream of pus, and the pus turned into a stream of power and penetrated into his body.

A person just disappears.

This is tantamount to saying that the Pope "eat" Best, devoured it, and digested it into strength. No one saw this process, and nothing was left on the ground except for Best's mouthful of blood.

After devouring Best, the pope immediately felt the change in his own strength, and immediately showed joy. Although the increase was not very large, it did improve.

As long as it works, it's good!

The Pope didn't feel guilty at all because of Best's death, on the contrary, he was excited, extremely excited.

In fact, the Pope still has confidence in his own strength, so he refuses to show up, and every time someone who reprimands him appears, his strength is at most in the early stage of the Second Tribulation Realm. If he relies on this kind of strength, he is devouring the power of several people , Take the time to digest it, and if you meet that person and take the opportunity to sneak attack, it is really possible to kill him, and when you swallow that person together, then...hehe.

Thinking of this, the pope's eyes seemed bright.

Suddenly, a small restlessness made the pope who was in fantasy become cautious, "Who, come out."

Alger, who was hiding in the dark, took a look at Mu Feng, walked out first, and looked at the Pope with disdain, "You are really cruel."

"Alger!" The Pope's face twitched a few times, obviously, he had seen everything that happened just now.

Why is he here!

The Pope was very puzzled, and at the same time, he was very strange. He hadn't felt Alger's aura fluctuation just now, but now he suddenly appeared here, how did he get close.

"Since you saw it and delivered it to your door in person, you won't be able to escape so easily this time like ten years ago."

Alger shook his head, "Old man, you are so cruel, you are so cruel even to your own people."

"Hmph! The rule of the world is that the strong prey on the weak."

"Hahaha, it's such a saying that the weak eat the strong, if they know, they will be chilled, you know?" Algeran smiled because he felt worthless for the Paladin Legion and the group of ascetic monks, and since this old thing has already treated Best has done it, and he will definitely do it to others.

A group of pathetic people, but Alger's memory is only short-lived, and that group of people are not good birds, even if they were deceived by this old thing, it is a fact to hunt and kill themselves, and it is also a fact to kill innocent people related to themselves , the hatred still exists in his heart.

"It has nothing to do with me, I only care about my strength." The Pope has completely changed, he only has strength in his eyes, only the desire for power.

Besides, in his heart, a group of people under him are always just tools to achieve his goals. Since they are tools, why should he care about their feelings? What is the function of tools is to bring benefits to himself to the maximum extent.

If he could make himself stronger, he would dare to sacrifice everyone, let alone sacrifice.

"I really want to know where you got this evil cultivation method from."

The Pope snorted and said, "Do you think I'll tell you?"

"No!" Argel put on a light smile at this time, "Hehe, you plan to devour everyone's power through this evil method? The Paladin Legion and those ascetic monks will all become your victims, right? ?”

"So what, I want to gain strength, and I want to kill people who look down on me and treat me like a dog."

Alger stopped talking immediately. From the old man's tone, he seemed to have been greatly stimulated and insulted. It was this stimulation that allowed him to become stronger after he obtained a cultivation technique that could become stronger. Will do crazy things.

"You were originally a dog, an old dog, a wild dog who sold his life for that fool of the Lord." Alger smiled.

"Looking for death!" The Pope was so angry that he trembled all over, and appeared in front of Alger in a jerk. The speed made him lose weight before he could react, and flew out backwards.

"Shet!" Alger rolled over, half-kneeling on the ground, staring at the stern-faced Pope, "You want to kill me and make your dreams come true."

Alger really didn't have the strength to be the pope. It was a fluke ten years ago. Now, he really met him, and he was only killed. But isn't there still Mufeng here? With him, this old thing It is impossible to succeed.

Mu Feng, who was still hiding at the side, took out a cigarette from his bag, prepared to light it, and put down the lighter again, because he felt that just now, another person appeared here, whose strength should still be at the level of Duomeng. superior.

"Not only do I want to kill you, I want to kill everyone, devour their strength, I will become stronger, hahaha, and him, I want to kill him with my own hands." At the end, the pope's face was completely Distorted, compared with the always calm and kind expression, it is a world of heaven and earth.

Fortunately, his expression was not seen by others, especially those believers who believed in God because of his teachings. If they saw it, they would definitely not think of the one with wings on their back, but the one with horns on their head.

"I really want to know, is it me you're talking about?" Suddenly, another voice interrupted the pope who was about to kill Alger.

Hearing this voice, the first reaction was that there was one more person, the second reaction was why the voice was so familiar, and the third reaction was that the pope's face changed again.

Turning his head and looking, his heart trembled suddenly. He had only met this person once, and the usual contact was the voice from that energy group, but he knew very well that this person often scolded him and reprimanded him, and always regarded him as a The one with the dog.

"Big... my lord."

"I can't stand it, aren't you going to kill me? I'll give you this chance. I see that you not only want to kill me, but you also want to devour me in the same way you devoured Best just now. Am I right?" the middle-aged man in white Said coldly.

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on the Pope's forehead. It turned out that this person was already here, but he didn't notice it, and he saw the whole process of swallowing Best.

It's over now, no matter what he said or not, just killing Best will definitely make the middle-aged man in white suspicious, not to mention, he was also dizzy with excitement and lost his usual calmness.

"Your Excellency, my subordinates dare not!" The Pope bowed his knees, and there was still the opening just now.

Alger laughed, this old thing is so ridiculously ridiculous.

"Don't you dare? Hmph! I think you dare to do anything, Abbottuo, you will die today!" As if, the middle-aged man was murderous.