Fast Travel: After turning into an animal, the villain asked me to be his wife

Cecil's pupils shrank slightly, and there was a look of worry in his eyes as he looked up at the sky.

He did not have a deep affection for Elvis, but he could tell from the way his master interacted with him that his master loved her father very much.

If Elvis really died here...

Cecil didn't even dare to think about what his master's expression would be.

He didn't want to see sadness on his master's face.

There was a whistling sound of magic in his ears, and Cecil narrowly avoided the attack, but the light magic still brushed his hair.

A section of the long golden hair was cut off, and the hair fell into the soil like golden threads.

Cecil's face changed.

On one side is Elvis who is unaware of the situation, and on the other side is the Pope who has just recovered his youth.

Neither side is easy to deal with.

Just when he realized that the Pope wanted to continue, a familiar female voice sounded in his ears——

"Cecil, focus on this old man."

He followed the direction of the voice with his eyes, but only saw a flash of silver-white light, followed by a dragon roar different from the previous one coming from above his head.

Cecil looked towards the sky worriedly.

But before he could even look up, he sensed the danger approaching.

This cannot continue.

He could sense the danger coming from above his head.

The worry for his master turned into motivation. The Pope narrowed his eyes and found that Cecil's eyes had changed.

The black magic power and the golden magic power collided with each other, and taking advantage of the shock between the magic power, Cecil drew out his sword.

Who said magicians can't fight?

He was like a ghost, his whereabouts were erratic during the battle. Although the Pope had become younger and his magic control was very precise and superb, his physical agility was not as good as Cecil, who had also learned swordsmanship very well.

At the same time, the battle in the sky continued.

Elvis was stabbed by the holy sword, and a lot of blood was spilled from the huge red dragon. The power of the dragon itself is very strong, but God is obviously even stronger.

Asmon was like a cold, emotionless machine, completely disregarding his own safety and seemingly unable to feel pain, and he had the upper hand in the battle with Elvis.

The red dragon roared unwillingly, but the holy sword seemed to be able to absorb his strength, making him continue to weaken.

"Does it hurt?"

"This is the price you pay for blasphemy."

Asmon's high and mighty voice rang out.

The holy sword has its own holy light, and that holy light also takes the shape of a sword and forms a huge lightsaber. When it pierces the dragon's body, it seems to pierce its chest.

Just as Asmon exerted more and more strength and the holy sword made of light was buried deeper and deeper into the dragon's body, a silver-white dragon appeared.

It quickly rushed to the red dragon and swung its tail with all its strength.

The holy sword flew out of his hand, leaving a trail of blood.

Elvis fell from mid-air.

The huge red dragon fell to the ground and turned into a human form. Cecil glanced over and saw that his chest was still heaving, so he looked away.

The silver-white dragon and Asmon fought again.

Compared to Elvis, the silver dragon looked a little smaller. Fortunately, Asmon also suffered a lot of damage in the battle with Elvis, otherwise the silver dragon would not be able to do anything to him.

But the gap in strength is obviously still huge.

After a while, many wounds appeared on the silver dragon's body. Cecil became anxious and his movements became more aggressive. He almost wanted to kill the Pope with a life-threatening attitude.

But the stalemate on the battlefield is unlikely to end anytime soon.

Yu Zhen looked at Asmon in front of him.

No, he should not be Asmon now, he is "He".

He was like a soulless puppet, unable to feel any pain. His body was clearly covered with wounds of varying sizes, with blood almost soaking through his holy white robe, but his movements did not slow down at all. This was a completely reckless fighting style.

If nothing unexpected happens, Asmon will die when the battle ends.

At first, Yu Zhen didn't understand why such a powerful Elvis would be stabbed by the holy sword and howled in pain.

But she soon found out why.

The holy light emanating from Asmon carries the power of God. This power is different from ordinary holy light. If Yu Zhen were to describe it, it should be an enhanced version of the holy light.

This also means that the damage caused by the sword wounds he inflicted on his body was doubled.

Wounds soon appeared on the silver dragon's body, and because it was a silver dragon all over, the blood color was more obvious on its body.

Cecil was extremely anxious. Even though he knew that his power might not be comparable to Asmon's after God descended, he wanted to die before his master.

No, Cecil's eyes showed a hint of determination.

The Pope should be killed first.

Asmon experienced the descent of God. The only person who has the ability to cast this spell is the Pope, and the believers who died around him are good proof of this.

Then as long as he is killed, the master will no longer be in danger.

Thinking of this, Cecil fought even more desperately.

The Pope seemed to sense his vigorous, fearless power, and the magic in his hands poured out like crazy.

Cecil's body was cut by the magic blade, and even his golden hair, which he usually took great care of, was cut off a lot.

The pain made his mind more focused, and as he approached madly, the Pope's face became more and more solemn.

There was the clanging of swords, and the Pope felt a chill on his neck, which he had not expected.

The sword in Cecil's hand was across his throat, and the coldness of the sword made him freeze in place.

"Tell him to stop."

These were the first words uttered by the wounded Cecil as he looked at the Pope.

The imminent danger made the Pope stop all his actions.

He suddenly realized that the troublemaker in front of him seemed to be particularly concerned about the silver dragon.

Yes, if it weren’t for the silver dragon, Cecil wouldn’t have fought so hard.

[Don't easily promise him to sacrifice his soul! ! ! !]

The devil is waiting for an opportunity, and it will not let go of such a good chance.

The Pope's eyes were deep.

Asmon's body couldn't hold on for much longer. Calculating the time, it was probably almost time.

The two dragons were not killed, which was already a loss-making business, but fortunately the troublemaker in front of him did not know this.

The Pope's eyes fell on Cecil, who was panting in front of him, with his hand holding the hilt of the sword stained with blood.

He could see that Cecil was at the end of his rope.

The silver dragon in the sky should be able to hold on until the moment Asmon's body collapses.

The situation was not good for him, but...

He has never been a good person.

"It's not that easy to stop the process of God's descent."

The Pope hid the dark light in his eyes and said, "The order I gave him was to kill the dragon, so he will only stop attacking after killing a dragon."

"The red dragon is not dead. His current target is the silver dragon."

"You should know that if it weren't for the silver dragon, the red dragon would have died long ago. And now this silver dragon is not stronger than the previous red dragon."

"So...she is destined to die. Even if you kill me now, the descent of God will not stop."

"You must have a way." Cecil couldn't bear to hear the word "death". He looked at the person in front of him with resentment, and his hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.

"Yes, I have a way," the Pope smiled, "It should be very simple for you. It depends on whether you are willing to give everything you have to save her."

As soon as the Pope finished speaking, Cecil knew what he wanted to say.

"Soul, you want my soul."

He said.

"Yes, I want your soul. As long as you give me your soul, I will immediately make Asmon stop."

As the Pope spoke, he secretly observed the situation in the sky.

The holy light on Asmon's body is no longer as dazzling as before.

"I can also give you a promise to let them leave here."

The Pope's voice was a little low, revealing a hint of temptation: "That silver dragon cannot possibly defeat Asmon after the descent of God."

"Cecil, you must make a decision quickly. Do you want to see the silver dragon fall?"

Along with the Pope's voice, the roar of the silver dragon in the air seemed to carry a tone of pain.

Cecil's eyes flickered.

The voice of the silver dragon in the sky seemed to be urging him to make a decision.

"I……"

He moved his lips and was about to speak——

[Don't listen to this old man's bullshit, kill him for me]

The master's voice suddenly came to my mind.

[Your soul has been given to me, it belongs to me]

[If you dare to offer it to him, never try to ask for my forgiveness]

Cecil was stunned.

[But Master...]

[No but]

[Cecil, are you going to betray me?]

"No," Cecil whispered, "Cecil will never betray you."

The Pope was still tempting him.

"Promise me, that silver dragon is about to collapse—"

But he never got the chance to finish his sentence.

Blood splattered on Cecil's face.

His eyes reflected the Pope's expression of disbelief as he covered his neck.

"you you……"

A large amount of blood gushed out of his throat. He only uttered a few scattered words and then fell to the ground.

[No!!!!!!]

A ball of black mist struggled to rush out of his body.

Cecil heard its screams.