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"No, this is impossible..."

Seeing the old man's face quickly turning pale, You Huan didn't even bother to recall how many times this enemy had repeatedly said "this is impossible".

After being stabbed to death by his own claws from behind, he discovered that the old man was not as resistant to beatings as he looked.

One claw kills him.

...Or is it that he is too strong now?

Lee and Whitley watched as their lord pulled his claws out of his enemy's chest and scratched his chin hair, looking thoughtful.

"Uh, uh…"

Hewlett covered the huge bloody hole in his chest and fell to the ground in the blood spurting out.

Li bent down and took the dull sacred heart from his hand as he stared at him.

She said solemnly: "Such a dangerous 'toy' should be kept by a mature and mature lord."

"Hehe…"

Hewlett opened his eyes wide, but before he could remain angry for a few seconds, they were covered with a layer of gray cloud of death.

The ambitious archbishop had just eliminated his dissidents when he unwillingly and unfortunately went to the same world as his victims.

You Huan flicked his tail, took the Sacred Heart of Zitasai handed over by Li, looked at the Sacred Heart, and then looked at the corpse on the ground.

After a while, the bright red eyes narrowed slightly.

...The world consciousness has not yet appeared, and in fact, only these people in the church are fighting.

Even the many dead bodies on the ground did not seem to be devoured.

The enemy is silent, he must be doing something strange.

But there's no point in thinking so much now.

You Qingqing just told You Huan that the best way to get closer to world consciousness in this world is in this church, all the way down.

So he had to clean up the church no matter what.

He threw the holy hearts into the air, and a green vine shot out from his body, wrapped around several holy hearts, and began to suck the energy inside them.

Gradually, the Holy Heart dried up until it turned into powder.

Naturally, he would not keep something like this that had the power of the enemy.

But You Qingqing's predecessor had props related to the world, which enabled her to digest the power of the world well, and even use this power to point out the location of the world's consciousness more accurately.

After dealing with the Sacred Heart, You Huan looked at Li and asked, "Is there anything important in this church?"

"Important...where the Pope lives - no, no, it should be the dungeon!" Li frowned and thought for a moment, then uttered an unexpected word.

"When I was still in the church, I vaguely 'saw' that there seemed to be something special imprisoned in the church's dungeon. Compared to other places, I think that place is more likely to be where the church hides its trump card!"

"Well." You Huan still believed in Li's "eyesight", "Lead the way."

"yes!"

…

The Icarus Cathedral uses an unprecedented architectural style. The image of "branches" runs through both inside and outside. The structure of the entire church is like a super-giant tree house made by hollowing out a big tree, with a strong sense of three-dimensionality.

Beneath the layers of stairs, the area known as the "Church Dungeon" firmly occupies a huge space.

There are several circles of cells extending in a spiral downward around the dungeon, and in the center is a circular square located at the bottom of the dungeon.

"Crunch, crunch…"

Just as a fierce struggle was taking place among the archbishops above, a creepy chewing sound continued to be heard in the dungeon.

Looking around, all the cell doors were open, and a large amount of blood and even a small amount of internal organs were splashing out of the rooms!

A figure stood quietly in this hellish scene, looking at a figure in the darkness with gentle eyes.

"Ahem, eat quickly, No. 1. The other 'holy beasts' and prisoners will become your strength... You will become my trump card against the enemy. Only you can deal with our enemy this time..."

"——They are also from your clan!"

The Pope of the church raised his head while coughing lightly.

"Crunch." The harsh sound of chewing bones also stopped abruptly.

The figure in the darkness also looked up—

A snow-white, slender figure floated to the first floor of the dungeon like a graceful silk ribbon. Its blood-red eyes looked down at the two life forms at the bottom of the dungeon.

"Hoho…Awooo——!"

The creature in the darkness of the dungeon raised its head and let out a long roar towards the snow-white figure high above.

The tone was filled with murderous intent and broken sentences... This was the language of corpse beasts that only "the same kind" could understand.

"Ah-woo—"

After a moment, an ethereal howl came from above, like a response to its own kind.

The sound was like a long whale cry, constantly creating ripples in the dungeon.

Amid the echo, a layer of frost quickly covered the entire surface of the dungeon.

The entire bottom floor of the dungeon instantly turned into an ice rink.

A violent snowstorm suddenly came down, and the snow-white shadows of the beast condensed inch by inch in the rapid circling.

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Its long flowing hair fluttered without wind, and its slender body landed lightly on the ice, with its claws lightly touching the ground, like an elegant dancer on ice.

The pure white corpse beast raised its head and looked down at the two figures in front of it.

One of the figures was the elderly second-generation Pope, who coughed lightly and stepped back, waving the long staff in his hand that symbolized power.

Human shadows then condensed around him, and if he looked closely, he could see the appearance of the dead archbishops, bishops and church elites in their eyes and brows, except that they were all in their prime.

"Woo..." With a low roar, the figure in the darkness finally walked out.

This was a wolf-shaped corpse as dark as a shadow, with heat rising from its body.

It let out a roar filled with murderous intent towards its own kind whose color was completely different from its own.

Between its grinning lips and teeth, there was still the flesh and blood of many of its fellow [Second Generation Corpse Beasts] that it had just swallowed!

"Ahem, I guess I should thank you for dealing with those archbishops who coveted my position..."

The Pope said to the pure white corpse beast in front of him while coughing.

"When I saw your power with my own eyes, I realized that my previous imagination was far less shocking than the reality… I don't know why God hasn't punished you yet, but I can't wait any longer… The church can't wait any longer…"

"Number One... like you, I am a more perfect creature who has washed away the sins of the previous generation of corpse beasts. This is God's gift. Why do you want to fight against the God who gave you life?"

"Number One, purify it!"

The Pope struck the ground with his staff, and the dark corpse beasts and the humanoid phantoms rushed towards the white corpse beasts in front of them!

Although he had the advantage in numbers, the Pope's expression was not as relaxed as he said.

In his eyes, compared to the enemies standing quietly, each attacker looked so small, just like ants besieging a lion.

What happened next also proved that his premonition was correct.

Facing the siege, the white enemy leaped lightly into the air, with the two pairs of majestic horns on its head slightly lowered.

"Buzz——"

A circle of glimmering ripples spread out, and several phantoms dissipated on the spot!

Although the others used their abilities to resist, they had to retreat to the periphery of the glimmering ripples.

Only a black shadow used a gas-like flame to resist a round of [Melting Light], and in an instant it approached the enemy like a ghost!

The pure white corpse beast that was creating glimmering ripples in the low air turned its head in time, and the pupils in its round eyes shrank, locking onto the attacker.

"Ouch——!"

The pitch-black wolf howled, and its strong and sturdy front paws, wrapped in orange-red flames, brushed past the enemy's body. A strand of pure white hair just floated into the air and was burned up by the flames.

Its enemy also moved to the side at ghostly speed, but the black wolf moved and caught up at a comparable speed.

The blood-red eyes met the light blue wolf eyes filled with cruelty and coldness for a moment.

"hold head high..."

The pure white invader who was under siege growled, opened his sharp claws, grinned, and collided head-on with the charging black wolf!

Black and white hair fluttered in the dungeon, and two huge corpses fell heavily to the ground after tearing and fighting each other!

The coldness spreads, and the heat circulates.

The aftermath of the battle between the two directly annihilated several phantoms without distinguishing between friend and foe.

The Pope saw this but did not feel the slightest bit of pain, instead he looked excited.

"Number One... the strongest second-generation corpse beast... you will definitely be able to defeat this opponent, your destined enemy!" (End of this chapter)