My elf is 100 million points stronger

After a while of busy work, fifteen metal pillars were erected on the periphery of the black mist. The icy metal exuded cold air, and the twisted black liquid inside gave out a sharp whistling, twisting along the groove, and finally plunged into the black mist.

There are complex lines connected between the fifteen pillars, and it can be seen from the excavated soil below that there are still a large number of lines buried underground.

"Your Majesty, the things you explained have been arranged."

One of the men in black turned on the computer, pointed the camera at the arranged venue, and said respectfully.

"very good."

A low-pitched male voice came from the computer, only his voice was heard, but no one was seen. The low-pitched voice of the man continued: "You can evacuate now, remember, only you evacuate."

The black-robed man nodded respectfully, closed the computer lightly, and made a very subtle gesture. Several black-robed men took a step back at the same time, and carefully exited the crowd.

These few people left extremely quickly, and the others were still immersed in the work in front of them, and did not realize that their companions had quietly left the team.

Not long after those people left, a sharp cry pierced the dead silence. It was such a terrifying sound. Under the cover of this sound, the trees withered and the grass leaves rotted. Some small wild elves fell to the ground, lost No sound!

The black mist spread instantly, swallowing those who were too late to leave!

The pitch-black smoke billowed, and those people couldn't hear a sound after they entered, and could only vaguely see a few distorted faces that turned into pale stone sculptures.

On a dead tree some distance away from the black mist, a camera flashed red, capturing everything in its eyes.

"Well, that's about it."

There was a bit of satisfaction in the deep male voice, the owner of this voice was the one who was crowned by the black robe!

"Hehe, my lord Pope, you are really cruel and merciless. So many loyal subordinates give up when they say they give up?"

An old voice sounded, and a withered palm stretched out, pressing the light switch on the wall.

The whole room brightened instantly, and under the light, one could see the hideous scar on that wrist.

"It's just some useless chess pieces." The figure sitting on the chair said indifferently. He was tall and tall, and his whole body was shrouded in an extremely luxurious robe.

The black robe was dotted with pearls and diamonds, with gold buckles and gold thread seams, and two pure crystals fell under the hood, shaking slightly with the man's movements.

"For chess holders like us, chess pieces are just consumables, and it is an honor to dedicate ourselves to the gods they believe in."

"Or, doctor, you are too old and your heart has softened?"

The man spoke with great interest, and the old man sitting across from him sneered disdainfully: "Soft-hearted? Is His Excellency the Pope joking with me?"

The Pope laughed out loud, as if he had heard something happy.

"Can our plan be foolproof?"

After a pause, the pope asked seriously.

The doctor shook his head, and his tone was inexplicably fanatical: "It is impossible to be foolproof, my dear Pope!"

"After all... the goal we want to lay out, but—"

The doctor opened his arms, with a somewhat intoxicated expression: "God!!"

There seemed to be a roar of thunder in the air, like the roar of the gods against the rebellious mortals.

"Speaking of which," the doctor narrowed his eyes, "The Pope really surprised me. Is the layout of the Death Order this time aimed at the gods I believe in?"

The Pope stood up, his burly body carrying a great sense of oppression: "Belief? There never was such a thing."

His words were cold: "The Death Cult is just a layer of skin."

"Also, the gods who can be controlled by me are good gods. After all, sacrifices and offerings cannot please them, and they will never respond to us. After all...they don't need our service!"

"But, we need their power!"

If the conversation between the two is publicized, I don't know what kind of turmoil it will cause.

Especially in the death order supported by faith, the pope's words are enough to make the organization doubt itself, and then fall apart.

It may not be the case at the top, but the extremely large number of low-level believers will definitely collapse in a short time.

This is the downside of relying on faith.

The doctor continued to ask: "For such a big event, you didn't come to the scene in person, but only sent two chief priests?"

The Pope shook his head again: "Doctor, you have to think like a superior. Our lives come first. Of course, there are subordinates to do such a dangerous thing."

"And, doctor, you are a smart person, you should know that is not our ultimate goal, isn't it?"

The pope opened the window, and there was an endless sea of ​​clouds outside the window, and they were above the sky at the moment!

"What I really want is to use his power to consume the Carlos Alliance."

"As for control, to be honest, doctor, I don't look down on your invention, but compared to the gods, our power is indeed not strong."

"So, as long as we can draw the energy of the alliance, let us have the opportunity to complete those arrangements... One day, the whole world will be ours!"

The Pope waved his hands vigorously, as if he had seen the scene of himself holding supreme authority in the future.

"We'll make history! Be the greatest of all time!"

The pope's voice sank: "Sakagi is addicted to the numbness of family affection, Vladali is too ideal, and Chihi's pursuit is too empty!"

"As for the others, Shuiwutong and Chiyansong are just children playing around."

"so!"

"Only we can accomplish such a career! No one else can!"

The Pope walked back, grabbed the doctor's shoulder, and said in a fanatical tone: "At that time! We will not only obtain the supreme right, but also obtain eternal life!"

The Pope and the Doctor laughed at the same time, like two vultures about to feast on a carrion.

The pope didn't notice the cold light in the doctor's eyes.

The doctor drank his tea with his head down, deeply hiding the emotions in his eyes.

"Oh, by the way, does the doctor know this boy?"

The pope turned suddenly and pushed a photo past him.

The handsome young man in the photo is exactly what Bai Luo looks like!

"I recognize it, of course I recognize it." The doctor smiled ferociously, he couldn't help stroking the scar on his wrist, and the pain hit his heart again: "This is my old friend!"

The pope lowered his body and whispered something to the doctor.

"Okay, I understand, it's a matter of adding more material."

The smile on the corner of the doctor's mouth became more ferocious, he hesitated for a moment, and said to the Pope: "I still have a good thing... But if this is added, the previous plan will change."

"That has a very high possibility of causing him to go berserk, and the possibility of successful control will plummet in the end."

"At that time, it is unknown whether the people we send out will survive."

The doctor's mouth was full of hesitation, but his eyes were full of crazy light.

"It's ok."

The Pope's tone was flat: "As I said, controlling the gods is not our first goal."

"If you can use him to consume the strength of the Carlos Alliance's trainers, it will be very worthwhile."

The pope clenched his fists: "For such an event, the champion must personally dispatch it."

"It's best for the champion of the conference to fall first, and then Carunai and the Four Heavenly Kings... Carlos's high-end combat power is all dead, and our plan will be implemented more smoothly by then!"