But he is just a strong man with rules!

How could he have such terrifying strength?

And how?

Whoosh!

The ferocious-looking Chu He struggled to pull out the long sword from his palm. With a pool of blood spurting out like a fountain, Chu He flicked his wrist, and the long sword that originally belonged to the priest suddenly appeared in the sky.

The little old man shot away.

As soon as the sword came out, the short old man waved his arm to catch it, threw it back gently, and said calmly: "Go away."

Go away.

This was said to the clergyman behind him. After hearing this, the clergyman mustered up the courage to say: "Your Holiness, I am okay."

"No need." The little old man shook his head. "He is possessed."

Obsessed!

That's right, Chuhe is possessed!

He has followed the rules. But he has messed up the rules!

He may become stronger. But he is already possessed!

The priest's body trembled slightly, and he looked in disbelief at Chu He, who had his head slightly lowered, and his whole body seemed to be in a state of selflessness. He whispered slightly at the corner of his lips: "Yes, Your Majesty the Pope."

If this person has become possessed, even if he loses one of his hands, he is still a great threat to him. What's more, Chu He just killed De Lan, a true rule master!

He raised the edge of his sword and backed away slowly. His eyes showed respect and awe to the Pope.

He knew what the Pope meant.

Delan is dead. The Holy See has only him who is strong in rules - or in other words, on the side of the Pope, he is the only one who is strong in rules. If he dies too, there will be no one left under the Pope's banner. Today

In the First World War, the Holy See had suffered heavy losses. The Pope lowered his arrogance and took action, which shows how distressed he was.

Snap.

Snap.

Blood dripped down his fingers and fell to the ground. However, Chu He's grip on the sword did not waver. He slowly raised it and stared at the short old man ferociously and without instinct. He said hoarsely: "Kill——"

…

"Father -" Peter looked back at Muse, who still looked calm, with a little hesitation, and said with a little hesitation. "Should we take action?"

"Take action?" Muse smiled indifferently. "Are you afraid that the Pope cannot defeat Chu He?"

"Not really," Peter said. "Even if Chuhe is at his peak, I'm afraid he won't be enough to beat the Pope."

"Then you want to take action?" Muse asked.

"He is the Pope after all." Peter said helplessly.

"I spent five years in federal prison." Muse said meaningfully. "Did he take action?"

Peter was stunned. Then he changed the subject and said, "Father, Chu He went crazy this time. Will it have any impact on him in the future?"

"It will definitely happen." Muse said slowly. "At the least, it will delay the time of breaking the sky. At the most, it will -"

At this point, Muse suddenly smiled and said: "The prerequisite for us to discuss these is that Chuhe can survive today."

The Pope took action. No one ever survived.

Muse has been fighting with the Pope for more than ten years, and has never doubted this. The strength of this Pope is so unpredictable that Muse has never really understood it. But no matter what, he knows that Chu He narrowly escaped death today. Unless——

"Such a good opponent." Peter said with some regret. "It would be a pity if he died like this."

…

roar!

With a downcast face, Chu He let out a low roar, exuding a majestic murderous aura. With his scarlet and lusterless eyes, he raised the edge of the sword and stabbed the short old man ferociously. If he didn't succeed, he would die!

Because he was covered in blood, he moved like a bloody ray of light. He was not affected by his injuries at all. He attacked the short old man so quickly and cunningly, with the momentum of thunder and overwhelming momentum!

The short old man is around 1.7 meters tall. Not to mention those countries in the West where the average height is higher than that in the East. Even in China, he is definitely a small man. But this man is not only the leader of Catholic believers around the world, but also the leader who controls the Vatican.

As for strength - even Muse, who has been fighting with him for more than ten years, does not dare to attack him easily, because he knows that once this short pope makes a move, he has never missed it so far!

Eighteen years!

The Pope has not taken action for eighteen years. Now, is he going to take action against Chu He?

Buzz!

The sword edge was directly in front of his face, and Chu He's face was filled with a ferocious smile, as if the only meaning of life was killing. And killing this short and powerful old man in front of him was the happiest thing in the world.

He struck out with his sword, but there was no room for maneuver.

But then, when the sword edge approached the door, the Pope, who had not made a move in eighteen years, moved!

As soon as the Pope moved, there was a crackling sound in the air. It was as if the air factor also jumped because of his movements. He became crazy!

call out!

The Pope's body did not leave any trace visible to the naked eye in the air. He left the place out of thin air and then appeared in front of Chuhe!

Snap!

A palm was slapped on Chu He's chest. The latter's chest suddenly stagnated, and a strong smell of blood immediately emerged from his throat. Even his eyes and nose were filled with scarlet blood due to the violent internal shock.

Phew!

A ball of blood from the mouth sprayed violently on the old man's face under the control of Chu He. The latter disappeared out of thin air again and appeared on his back.

Bang!

Click.

The sound of his back bones exploding suddenly sounded. Even though Chu He had excellent balance, he couldn't help but fly forward when he was injured. Then he fell heavily to the ground, his face covered with blood after the collision. It was so tragic!

"Uh-"

Blood kept pouring out of Chuhe's mouth, as if he had suffered severe internal injuries. His whole body spasmed violently, and he let out a very low roar, like a wild beast trying to break free from its cage.

"Hoho-"

He was beaten with bruises all over his body, many bones were broken, and two days and one night of bleeding and sleeplessness put his spirit and body on the verge of absolute collapse.

He wanted to get up.

His hands kept supporting the ground, trying to get up from the ground.

But every time he propped up his body, he would quickly fall down again. There was nothing he could do.

Because his left hand was penetrated, he could no longer use his strength at this moment. Therefore, he relied on his right arm and forehead to support his body.

finally--

After many attempts, he stood up with difficulty. His scarlet eyes were filled with murderous intent. He held the bone sword stained red with blood and said frantically: "Kill..."

kill?

He didn't even have the strength to walk. Every breath he took seemed to be his last. How could he still have the strength to kill the Pope who stood at the top of the world?

But he wants to kill.

Because they killed the most important aunt in their lives!

Because they destroyed the entire world of Chuhe!

kill!

Kill these beasts, kill these unscrupulous beasts.

kill!!

"kill!!!"

Chu He opened his mouth and roared, blood and tears streaming from his eyes.

His feeble struggle could no longer intimidate anyone. Everyone only thought this man was pathetic, pathetic, and hateful.

He killed all the Paladins, destroyed the Holy See's defense line, and beheaded the Pope's top general. He sealed the throat of Cardinal Teresa with one sword.

Today, he must die!

"Kill him."

The Pope said calmly and indifferently.

As soon as he finished speaking, the priest who was waiting at the side thrust his sword and stabbed Chu He in the throat, who was on the verge of falling and it was extremely difficult to even stand up straight!

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Chapter completed!