Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 535 The Old Pope
A quarter of an hour later, Gao Yang walked out of the dungeon as usual.

The mage apprentice following behind him had a pale face.

"Thank you for your hard work. I can go back by myself from now on."

Gao Yang's words made the mage apprentice feel relieved. After he stopped and watched Gao Yang leave his sight, he immediately rushed to the side, held onto the wall and began to vomit.

Gao Yang did not feel any burden at all to execute the Scott family personally.

After Gao Yang returned to the Mage Alliance, he continued his own practice.

Not long after practicing, there was another urgent knock on the door.

This time, without even waiting for the door to open, an anxious voice came from outside.

"Your Excellency Gao Yang, the Old Pope has appeared in the Stone Fortress and is slaughtering the Empire's soldiers."

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy door was opened from the inside and Gao Yang walked out.

"lead the way."

Upon hearing this, the mage standing outside the door quickly turned around and took Gao Yang towards the teleportation array.

The Stone Fortress, in the center of the battlefield.

A tall and burly middle-aged man in a pure white suit was walking quietly in the blood and mud.

He had a one-way lens in his left eye, and his short silver hair stood up like steel needles. Whenever he took a step, the blood, flesh and mud under his feet would automatically spread to both sides, revealing the clean land underneath.

He walked in the mire of flesh and blood, but it seemed as if he was walking in his kingdom of God. There was even an inappropriate piety on his heroic face.

And wherever he passed, or even wherever he was about to pass, all the Old Believers fell into even greater madness. Even the warriors of the Sanglong Empire roared and turned into machines that only knew how to kill.

His lips moved slowly, as if he was reciting old teachings, and as if he was offering a pious prayer for all the dead lives.

Only those who are close can hear the whispers of the evil god that come out of the moving lips, which are enough to instantly tear apart reason and crush consciousness.

This man who looks like an English gentleman is none other than the Pope of the Old Gods, Whisper of Doom - Wilder.

Garnard and Azodolf stood in front of Wilder with weapons in hand, and they would take a step back for every step forward.

Even so, the intense pressure and the whispers that constantly corroded their souls caused more and more sweat to form on their foreheads.

Finally, Garnard let out a crazy roar, and the sword in his hand made a buzzing sound that tore through the air. He chopped down Wilder who was walking towards him without hesitation.

Facing Garnard's crazy attack, Wilder didn't even raise his eyelids.

He still walked with his head down, but when Garnard approached within one meter of him, he was instantly bounced away by a thick invisible barrier.

Garnad's body flew backwards, knocking down more than a dozen humans or old believers before he finally stopped.

Azudolf's eyelids twitched, and he tightened the heavy sword in his hand. As Wilder took another step, he growled and slashed with the sword.

A nearly ten-meter-long sword energy shot out and slammed into Wilder's body. A circle of white air waves exploded, and the sword energy that Azudolf slashed out instantly shattered, turning everything within a ten-meter radius into a sieve.

Seeing that his full-strength sword attack had no effect, a gloomy look flashed in Azudolf's eyes.

He knew that there was a huge gap between himself and the old Pope, but he did not expect that the gap would be so big.

Even if Wilder did not make any moves, his attacks could not cause any damage to the opponent, and could not even delay the opponent's footsteps.

At this moment, a big, broad hand fell on Azudolf's shoulder.

He turned and saw a Life Priest wearing pure white knight plate armor standing behind him, strands of life light slowly streaming from his exposed eye sockets. The moment he saw this priest, Azudolf realized that the Life Priest before him had begun to burn his own soul.

Because only in this way can we have the possibility of stopping the old Pope for a moment.

“May the light of life shine upon you forever.”

As the life priest spoke, he walked past Azudolf. The doctrine of life automatically floated above his head, and the flail in his hand made a slight sound of chains clashing as he walked.

Every time the chains collide, a circle of holy light explodes.

Such a level of life energy made Wilder, who had been walking with his head down, raise his head for the first time.

Under the pale light, his single eye reflected a dazzling light. He stretched out his slender, bony fingers, pushed his glasses, and a glint of excitement appeared in his right eye.

He looked at the Life Priest walking towards him and murmured softly, "Such a pure faith, but it's a pity that it will soon disappear."

"Heretics, accept the judgment of the God of Life!"

The holy light all over the Life Priest instantly blazed brightly, and along with his fanatical roar, the flail in his hand burst into waves.

The next moment, he swung the flail, and the hammer head covered with spikes tore through the air and smashed down on Wilder's head with a scream that was enough to pierce his eardrums.

The hammer head hit the invisible barrier in front of Wilder. With a roar, the barrier shattered instantly, and the hammer head continued to fall towards Wilder.

clang!
A sharp collision sound was heard, and Wilder blocked in front of him with one hand. Between his five fingers were pale sharp blades about a foot long.

From a distance, it looked as if he had caught the light in his hands and turned it into a weapon.

Wilder exerted force with his five fingers, and three pale sharp blades scraped the spikes on the surface of the hammer head, splashing a series of sparks and easily deflecting the priest's attack.

The attack was deflected, but the priest was not affected at all. The flail turned in the air and fell towards Wilder's head again.

"God said, no filth shall be allowed to appear around me."

Wilder's lips moved and a whisper came out.

As soon as he finished speaking, the priest's attack was already approaching.

boom!
The flail was suddenly pulled straight up at the last second before it fell, and then flew backwards along with the priest's body.

The priest rolled several times and stopped on one knee.

He stood up again and looked at the former Pope not far away.

Just now, the other party used the holy words to set rules around him, and he, as the person who violated the rules, was punished by the rules.

How ironic!

The holy light representing life was actually regarded as filth, while the evil existence that stole the power of the scorching sun stood under the light.

The pastor said nothing, but the light of life in him burned more and more violently.

The holy light even had a metallic texture, like a ball of leaping and burning metal flame.

"heresy!"

The priest roared to the sky, and the doctrine of life above his head burst into a terrifying glow.

(End of this chapter)