"Good baby, my back is a little itchy." Satan gently pulled Long Ming, who was about to get out of bed: "Can you help me see?"

Long Ming quickly turned to look at him. The young master is now fed by Gru every day and has raised some flesh. His cheeks are red, and he is no longer as weak as before. He seems to have grown a little taller.

"Then you lift it up." Long Ming climbed onto the bed again and sat behind Satan.

The young master rolled up his shirt, lay his head on the pillow, bowed his back, and the bones on his back protruded. Long Ming leaned closer to look and touched the scarlet hexagram magic array in the middle of his back, feeling the uneven floating feeling, as if he was about to break through the barrier of flesh and blood.

"Is it itchy here?" Long Ming frowned involuntarily.

"Yeah." Satan's tip was red, and his voice was covered with a dull feeling on his pillow: "Actually, there was still a little pain."

"When did it hurt?" Long Ming put down his clothes and asked with concern.

"It's this morning." Satan touched his backhand, and naturally touched the magic patterns, and his face suddenly turned pale: "Is that Utosas going to reborn with my body?"

"No, Satan, you will be fine." Long Ming hugged him and prepared to find Oreo, Dalong and the others.

Selia flew to her good friend and saw the magic circle, and couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic to the young master.

"I'll go call Oreo, he seems to have gone to Carlo's place." After that, Selia flew out.

"Gru went downstairs to get breakfast. Wait for a while and you can eat more, so you will be strong." Long Ming felt Satan was very uneasy, his red eyes wandering, and he was as nervous as a little rabbit.

"No, Satan, believe me." Long Ming held his face and made him look directly at him.

Satan took a deep breath, held his good friend's hand tightly, and nodded.

Oreo and the dragons came very quickly.

Czech walked to the bed: "Take off your clothes, let's take a look."

The young master lay on the pillow and looked at the dragons nervously.

"We searched the information for a few days. The sacrificial text of the evil god named Utosas is very strange and rare. I can only barely understand it. The meaning of it is still unknown." Oreo sat down and said the information he found: "And we found that the sacrificial text on Satan's back was incomplete, only half." He lowered his head and read it quietly.

"The sickle of the end of life is in bud in the pure soul. The bond of blood is an eternal shackle. Faith is the key to burn everything. The door of darkness is opened by blood. All the creatures seen praise my real name, the great Utousas."

"…Um..." Satan, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but snorted in pain at the end, and his breathing became rapid.

When Long Ming touched it, he was covered in cold sweat, and the young master's face was pale as paper.

"No, let's go and find the Pope. This kind of evil god sacrifices, the Temple of Light is their nemesis." Long Ming said anxiously.

"Then let's go too," Carlo said.

"I'll go too." Gru raised his hand and brought Ceria in the lantern.

Satan was carried on Oreo's back and hurried downstairs.

While getting on the carriage, Long Ming looked at the bustling crowds outside the window and arrived at the Temple of Light in about half an hour.

The two knights at the entrance of the temple were impressed by Xiaolong and asked someone to call Master Alan over without further ado.

"What's wrong?" Master Alan looked at the dragons and was stunned for a moment.

"There is something wrong with the sacrificial text behind Satan, and we want to see the Pope." Oreo said concisely.

"Then come with me." Alan looked serious and led the way without saying much.

Many little priests who practiced magic in morning class were secretly looking at them.

Long Mingchao looked to the right and saw a little knight. He was hiding behind the white pillar and looking at him. His cheeks were red and his eyes were bright, and he was filled with admiration and likes.

"Last night, His Majesty the Pope handled things very late, and he had not gotten up yet today. I will knock on the door later." Allen said.

"Thank you, Master Alan." Oreo wrapped the young master in a blanket. Since he read the evil sacrificial text, Satan has been suffering from fever.

Everyone passed by the guards and finally stopped in an ordinary room.

Priest Alan knocked on the door and told the story. Not long after, the door was opened.

"Come in, I'll take a look at him." His Majesty the Pope said in an ordinary white robe and couldn't help but yawn. It seemed that he was really working hard for a long time.

Long Ming suppressed his curiosity and followed him into the house.

At first glance, I saw the holy staff placed in the bedroom. The white staff was carved from unknown white jade and exuded a warm color. A light crystal at the top had a holy light buff, which softly illuminated the entire room. The room was as simple as the overall atmosphere. The cabinet near the bed was filled with books, a few sofas, a table, and a fireplace occupied a lot of places.

Long Ming stared at the crystal and felt the love necklace below his neck burning slightly.

"Put it on the bed." His Majesty's face was always hidden in a cloud of white mist.

Oreo leaned on the soft pillow. Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched it, his body had a black throat, like a cold water in the oil pan, sizzling, the young master shouted shrillly, his voice full of pain.

"It hurts... it hurts..."

Long Ming hurriedly walked over, clenched his hand tightly, feeling very uncomfortable, so he could only comfort him with all his strength.

"It's okay, it's okay, His Majesty the Pope is saving you."

The pope sat down and looked at the deformed magical lines on Satan's back. Oreo and the dragons frowned, and even Gru realized that things seemed to be bad.

"How did it change?" Selia flew into the air and clearly saw the original six-pointed star gradually turning into a hideous grin on an unknown face. The scarlet lines seemed to be bleeding, trying to pierce the thin layer of skin. Because of the severe pain, the young master's back shook and shook, sweating dripped into the quilt.

Long Ming saw that Satan's eyes were dissipated in pain, and he became more anxious: "What's wrong with him? His Majesty the Pope, can you save him?"

The pope stretched out his hand, as white as jade, with long joints, and his fingertips emitted holy light. Before he could touch it, the magic pattern that had been completely deformed had a black air emerged out of nowhere, and holiness and darkness were confronting.

Long Ming looked at the young master who suddenly snorted in pain, worried that he would bite his tongue. He thought about it and stuffed one of his fingers into Satan's mouth.

"I'm thick-skinned, you can just bite it." Long Ming touched his good friend's soft hair, which was so wet with sweat, and felt very distressed.

"I have checked the evil god Utosas. According to legend, he had a sickle to harvest the soul. During the holy war, his divine body was completely shattered by the God of Light, and his weak divine nature was unknown, and he himself was in charge of shadows and death." His Majesty's fingertips moved slightly, and he could easily see the sacrificial text on Satan's back.

"The child has his divine character in his body. His mother, Princess Ilu, was bewitched by the evil gods, hoping to sacrifice to Utosas to obtain the wealth of eternal life. His father fled, and I asked the knights to search all his residences and chambers of commerce."

"I discovered that not only in the Empire of Light, he also created an altar to summon evil gods in the basements of other residential buildings. There were six in total, just like the six-pointed star on his back." Pope Light covered his palms on the evil god's summoning demon pattern, and his voice seemed blurry.

Long Ming only felt that his fingers seemed to be bitten by the young master.

"Just wait until the time comes, this child will serve as a container as the body of the evil god."

"But his plan has been broken by us, and the knights have completely destroyed the altar."

Pope Light said slowly, his wide cuffs gently fell on his back, covering the trembling.

Long Ming felt relieved and it would be fine if it was destroyed.

He touched Satan's forehead, and his voice was encouraged: "Don't be afraid, I'm by your side."

The young master opened his eyes with difficulty, breathing rapidly, and there was a faint light in his red eyes. He seemed to have bitten his lips. Now the smell of blood in his mouth, his eardrums were also irritable, and the bones all over his body seemed to be cracked, which was very painful.

"Now he is like this, there is only one possibility." Pope Light pondered for a moment: "Rodney is very likely to achieve the purpose of summoning the evil gods by sacrifice himself."

"After all, their bloodline is the same, and the strong curse of the closest relatives can also summon the evil god hidden in his body."

Oreo glanced at the sacrificial text and felt that it was very likely.

The Pope of Light let go of his hand, and the scarlet magic patterns stopped flowing, but the skin was still red and swollen, and black gas was emitting.

"When people get old, they seem to be unable to solve problems." Pope Light suddenly said this.

Long Ming:???

"Every day, the knights and priests' wages, pensions, and palace maintenance are all required. Unfortunately, it's raining all night long. I never expected that there would be foreign debts." Pope Light rubbed his forehead in annoyance, and when he found that the dragons all looked at him, he said righteously.

"Of course, I have no intention of letting the Dragon Clan remove the third interest level. I am just shocked and sad. Why am I the Pope of Light in this term?"

The dragons:………

Long Ming suddenly felt heartbroken.

"I won't have that three-layer interest." Long Ming gritted his teeth and looked at the sitting Pope, "How can I make Satan get better?"

Pope Light coughed lightly: "It's just a destiny god. Don't worry, Xiaolong, I will cure him."

The Pope of Light picked up the holy staff and whispered softly: "Pray the name of light and remove all filth."

Long Ming only saw the sacred text stuck to his back as if he had encountered a natural enemy, wandering wildly. Unfortunately, he was blocked by the Pope's blood.

The Pope of Light bit his fingertips and painted a god-sacrificing formation on Satan's back. Long Ming was watching carefully, and suddenly felt his fingers hurt violently. In the severe pain of the young master, his veins were exposed, biting his fingers and bleeding a pillow.

Carlo frowned.

Long Ming wiped the blood from the corner of the young master's lips, but there was no reaction. It would be fine if the matter was solved, otherwise he would always keep his heart in mind.

Long Ming couldn't help but put his eyes on the bilingbiling-shining dragon crystal, feeling his heart pounding nervously.

This is his Bone Dragon Dad's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon's dragon can come out.

Long Ming was enthusiastic about seeing it.

On the other side, Pope Light finally purified the evil god's sacrifice text. Unexpectedly, the black gas was rooted in Satan's body as if it had been rooted. He couldn't help but increase his strength, and only heard a violent muffled groan, and a small black sickle actually pulled out of the young master's body.

Everyone present was shocked.

Long Ming looked at the small and cute little sickle that looked like a toy in a toy, and it was difficult to associate the death sickle that harvested life.

On the other side, Satan had already fainted.

"Is this the sickle?" Long Ming took the sickle over curiously.

Pope Light was about to stop him, but when he saw that Xiaolong was fine, he swallowed the words in his mouth again.

"It should be." Gru leaned closer and looked at it, and was also very curious.
To be continued...