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Chapter 558: The End of the Pope
"Ricky Baldwin!"

"Dou.Nivar!"

These two names were squeezed out by the Pope and Bastoli from the gap between their teeth. Hey, how come this jinx suddenly appeared at the critical moment?
I heard before that he asked Father Donny to solve the problem. He disappeared in the Lost Sea for several weeks. How could he come back?

"Don't resist in vain! Those who do evil will eventually perish! I have already invited the heavenly soldiers and generals. No matter what ideas or plans you two have, you can't get away with it today.

For the friend who died tragically on the hidden island, for the sake of upholding justice, and for..."

Outside the temple, Liu Yonglu was shaking his head and fanning the flames. All the blame, big and small, was put on the head of the Church of Wisdom. The Pope was so angry that he was shaking and parts of his body were crackling.

"Or I can try to contact Father God..."

There was a fierce light in Bastoli's eyes. The Pope thought about it and shook his head. This was his last trump card. If he contacted God the Father, Bastoli's body would completely collapse.

Bastoli had tried it once before, in the Saint's dreamland, and it took the Pope a long time to piece the projection together again.

It would be too risky to reveal his cards rashly. He could not defeat Ricky and the islanders on the secluded island by himself.

"Go check out what's going on outside first."

Bastoli's body can be transformed into intangible flames, so it would be safer to let him explore the way first.

After a while, Bastoli came back:
"We...we have to rush out! Ricky is different from those stupid judges. He really has prepared some crazy forbidden spells to deal with us."

Bastoli said breathlessly that as soon as he showed up, Millitang and Andreas attacked him, and he almost didn't come back:

"These lunatics prepared two dangerous forbidden spells at once. They are ready to go all out and will no longer care about the ancient books in the temple."

"Tell me carefully."

“Two forbidden spells, both halfway completed.

At this time, a huge sphere rose in the sky. I didn’t know what kind of forbidden spell it was. Even in the memory of Father God, I couldn’t find a similar power.

Order and chaos merged into one, hanging on the Hidden Island. These judges have gone crazy, and Ricky has gone crazy too. If the sphere from the sky descends, no one will survive. "

When the ancestor summoned Yokomichi Keiji, Bastoli had already hidden in the temple, and he didn't even see where the sphere came from.

When he thought about what Liu Yonglu had just shouted "heavenly soldiers and generals", he suddenly understood, good boy, so cruel.

Bastoli used the sphere of his ancestor's consciousness as Liu Yonglu's ultimate weapon.

What are you waiting for? Run!

"It's not over yet. They are preparing a spell. I know it. It's the Rain of Doom. Once they have prepared the two forbidden masses, we won't be able to escape!"

After Bastoli finished speaking, the Pope was a little stunned. Why is this Ricky so difficult to deal with?

"Make a decision quickly. Those stupid judges are not waiting for us outside. You know what kind of person Ricky is better than me!"

Bastoli took on his human form and shook the Pope's shoulder.

"Well, let's go. I have roughly figured out the location of the stone slab, but there are still a few places on the Horn of Doom that I haven't figured out yet..."

The Pope tightened the drawstring of his pocket as he spoke. He still had several ancient books on him. "The Horn of Doom is not important. Get the Slate first!"

The original target of the two was the stone slab. The Horn of Doom was just a passing piece of information. The real goal was to obtain the stone slab and know the ancient secret of the Source of the Sourceless.

With the coordinates of these advanced civilizations and the understanding of how to cross dimensions, the trumpets of doom will no longer matter, and the “Star of Judgment” can come if it wants!
"Epshuggog's gof'nn's air'luh ot mgehye..."

Outside the temple, everything was ready. Andreas cut his finger with the sharp corner at the end of the broken scepter, and blood dripped into the stone bowl at his feet.

The stone bowl contained a mixture of herbs and other ritual materials that had been stirred together, emitting an unpleasant, pungent smell.

Except for Andreas, everyone else had retreated to the distant hillside. Liu Yonglu and Milly Tang were located closer to the cliff. A few hundred meters further south was the ambush site they had set up in advance.

After the blood dripped into the bowl, the pungent smell seemed to bring forth an illusory entity, which was a skinny old woman wrapped in a blanket. The old woman emerged from the bowl and began to fly around the temple.

The difficulty of the forbidden spell "Rain of Doom" lies not in preparing the materials, but in limiting the scope of the spell's influence.

This was also the reason why the judges had tampered with the walls around the temple.

The image of the old woman hovered for a while and then disappeared. A shrill laugh rang out in the empty grassland, and everyone covered their ears.

They saw lavender spots climbing up the white walls of the temple, and the flames seemed to be suppressed by some force. Andreas quickly closed his eyes, covered his mouth and nose, and ran quickly towards the hillside.

The "Rain of Doom" is not just a simple toxin or noise, it is like a curse that penetrates everywhere, and all living things that come into contact with it will begin to decay and rot visibly.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and a vortex of blazing flames broke through the wall. Bastoli's body merged with the vortex, and the Pope was wrapped in the center of the vortex.

This is the only chance to escape, before the effects of the Doomsday Rain are fully exerted and the celestial sphere has yet to descend.

The center of the temple was more than thirty meters away from the spell boundary set up by the Inquisitor. It was within these thirty meters that the flames on Bastoli's body gradually died down and weakened visibly to the naked eye.

The guards and judges on the hillside were delighted to see this scene, and some of them were already impatiently picking up their weapons and preparing to rush over to deal with Bastoli.

"Don't act rashly!"

The weak Andreas reminded sternly. As a knowledgeable mystic, Andreas understood the power of the projection of the gods. The other party's body contained the original will of the gods, and it was not so easy to kill.

As soon as the words fell, black spots appeared on the surface of the flame vortex's body, like the flares of a burning star. The vertically radiating flames dispelled all the purple smell of corruption.

Millie Tang and Liu Yonglu looked at each other, and they quietly chased in the direction where Bastoli and the Pope left.

Just as Millitang expected, there was a cliff on the south side of the temple, and below the cliff was the Lost Sea. If the Pope wanted to run, this was the preferred escape route.

If there was no celestial sphere above their heads, the two might have run towards the northern harbor, but this was the only route left for them.

Even though Andreas was protected by the scepter, he was still affected by the Doomsday Rain. He was weak at this time, and most of the judges and guards were slow to take care of him.

The Pope and Bastoli stopped at the cliff by the sea. To them, the desperate situation before them was not a problem. Bastoli could easily go around to the port in the south in the form of fire.

But what they didn't notice was that at this moment on the green meadow, a stream of black mucus was flowing through the gaps between the grass leaves, quietly moving towards them.

(End of this chapter)