I am the heroine's godfather!

A group of ants.

Wait, four people?

The Pope of the End suddenly frowned. Where was the other person? The black-haired man, the one who posed the greatest threat?

As if in response to his thoughts, an aura burst forth from the Demon King's Palace, transforming into celestial light that illuminated the dimly lit four royal courts of the Demon Clan.

"This is!!!"

The Pope of the End was startled. He sensed a powerful force, a force no weaker than his own after he regained his power!

Could it be!

"Ah, you've finally arrived."

Lestinger spat: "You've kept us waiting for ages."

How can you say that?

A voice suddenly rang out, and the next moment, a figure appeared on the city wall. Lucifer and the others were immediately shocked, as they had not noticed at all!

"I should have arrived at just the right time."

The newcomer laughed. At this moment, he didn't exude much of an aura; in fact, it was even weaker than when he was at the seventh rank. Yet, this was a man that none of the powerful figures present could ignore!

"It's just right."

Estia glanced at him a few times: "Finished?"

"It can be considered a preliminary completion."

Loran shook his head: "It's not completely perfect. However..."

He looked up at the Pope of the End in the sky: "That's enough to deal with him."

Chapter 219 The Pope of the End: This one is Gui

"You are......"

The Pope of the End narrowed his eyes: "Eighth rank?"

"It's only just begun."

Loran smiled gently: "I can't compare to a senior like you."

"Ah."

The Pope of the End chuckled coldly, saying nothing. He hadn't sensed any powerful aura from Loran—which was precisely the most serious issue. If you can't sense any aura from your opponent, there are probably only two possibilities: either the opponent is much weaker than you, or they are several times stronger than you.

The Pope of the End would certainly not be foolish enough to think that Loran was the former.

However, he didn't think about it anymore, because the sealed power had almost completely entered his body, and his rationality was gradually being lost.

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!!!"

The clock behind him turned pure black, like a death knell, and several crows flew by, emitting mournful cries.

"The end is coming."

The Pope of the End grinned, revealing a terrifying smile.

"And I will toll your death knell."

Loran sighed. He knew that the Pope of the End had lost his mind.

He took a step forward, and the newly formed laws began to expand. The next moment, he arrived in front of the Pope of the End.

"please."

He stretched out his hand.

The Pope's face immediately darkened: "You dare to look down on me?!?"

A flock of crows gathered behind him: "Since that's the case, then I will utterly crush you!!!"

A pitch-black domain emanated from it. Loran squinted and carefully sensed it. It didn't carry much of the attribute of time, but rather a strong aura of the end.

Tremble before my ultimate law that takes away all life!

The Pope of the End revealed a cruel smile: "I will show you what cruelty truly is!"

Faced with the Pope of the End's law attack, Loran did nothing, but sighed.

The original Pope of the End, or rather the Eternal Watcher, possessed strong time manipulation abilities. If he could break through to the seventh rank through his time manipulation abilities, he might be even stronger than he is now.

However, in terms of direct combat power, the Time Law formed by the Pope of the End's inability to fully control time is indeed inferior to the End Law, which can bring about the end of all things.

Of course, if the Pope of the End could completely master the laws of time, his combat power would probably be among the top in the eighth tier. Unfortunately, there are no "ifs".

Loran sighed and raised his hand: "This is the source of life."

A powerful life force suddenly emerged, easily devouring the power of the End.

If the original Pope of the End were rational, he would probably have noticed something was wrong long ago. But the current Pope of the End has been corrupted by the power of the evil god and no longer has the ability to think.

However, his strength is indeed at the eighth level, and he also has sufficient combat intuition, so he cannot be considered weak, nor can he be called a fraud.

Loran thought to himself, "This is perfect, it's a good opportunity to test my own laws."

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"Now that Lorian has come, we can't just stand here doing nothing."

Lucifer smiled, then looked at the others: "Lamia, you come with me to find the remaining two. Lestinger, you command the army."

"Hey, why won't you let me go up?"

Lester Glein was immediately displeased, while Lucifer looked at the army that was engaged in battle: "You are better at troop deployment."

"Tsk, alright, alright, leave it to me."

"And me?"

Estia spoke up, and Lucifer thought for a moment before saying, "Let us handle this for now, after all, it's a war for our demon race. Little princess, I'll leave it to you to oversee the battle and help the warriors on the front lines."

"it is good."

Estia also expressed her understanding.

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"Oh? Are you the one playing against me this time?"

Pope Gluttony laughed and said, "I never thought that a weak alchemist like me would have the opportunity to fight against the dignified Lord of the Fallen Angel Court."

"Oh my, I didn't expect that Lord Gluttony would admire me so much."

Lucifer sneered, "Since that's the case, why don't you leave now?"

"That won't do. If I just run away like this, my colleagues will tear me apart when I get back."

Pope Gluttony pointed his finger slightly, and the alchemical array suddenly descended: "Therefore, no matter what, this still needs to be done."

A colossal alchemical statue slowly emerged, with Pope Gluttony standing on its shoulder, a smile on his face: "Don't fall too quickly, King of Fallen Angels."

"Heh, I'll pass those words on to you too."

Lucifer's black feathers fluttered, and his eyes held a hint of fighting spirit.

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"Hehe, I won't let you be so smug this time."

The Bloodthirsty Pope's face was filled with murderous intent: "If it weren't for that guy, End, giving the order to retreat, I would have killed you last time!"

"I should be saying those words to you."

Lamia's face was also filled with murderous intent, and the scythe in her hand gleamed with a cold light.

The Bloodthirsty Pope said no more, and dark purple blood gushed out.

Lamia said no more, her crimson blood magic coating her scythe as bat wings fluttered behind her.

Dark purple blood transformed into streaks of cold light, clashing with the scythe, while the Bloodthirsty Pope raised his staff.

Lamia chuckled softly, and with a swing of her scythe, she severed the dark purple blood. Then, blood gushed out from beneath her feet, attacking the Bloodthirsty Pope.

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"Tsk, those guys certainly had a good fight."

Lestinger muttered a dissatisfied grumble, then brandished her greatsword, rampaging through the battle formation while still issuing commands: "Third Column, push forward! Load the lava cannons! Blast them to death!!!"

Estia sighed, hovering to the side, and fired a series of arrows towards the Church of the Evil God.

Without any obstacles of equal strength, a saint is nothing but slaughter on the battlefield!

With saints leading the charge, the frontline warriors naturally wouldn't retreat. Satan warriors charged forward, shields cracking under the onslaught of the monsters, yet not a single one flinched. They swung their swords, slashing fiercely at the alchemical beasts. Healing arrays of fallen angels lit up overhead, and lich hordes of bone dragons swooped down from the clouds, their ghostly fire tearing a breach in the beast tide.

"For the royal court!"

"For glory!"

"kill!!!"

The sounds of fighting echoed through the sky. Many noble soldiers who had originally joined the rebels saw that the situation was hopeless, and their fighting spirit plummeted. If it weren't for the followers of the Church of the Evil God and the alchemical beasts, they probably would have already fled.

Chapter 220 I don’t even want to act anymore

High above, the battle between Loran and the Pope of the End continues.

No matter how the Pope of the End attacked, Loran always fought him to a standstill. If the Pope of the End were rational, he would probably have seen through Loran's concealment of strength and used him as a testing ground. But the Pope of the End had long since lost his rationality and was only advancing on his fighting instincts.

The aura of the end continued to emanate, transforming into sharp blades that swung down suddenly from the sky. But Loran neither dodged nor evaded; instead, he waved his hand, and in the next instant, the magic that made up the blade of the end dissipated.

Then, Loran's voice rang out: "Reproduce, and then reconstruct."

An identical blade of the End suddenly swung down, instantly slashing the Pope of the End hundreds of meters away.

Loran sensed the fluctuations of magic and began to ponder.

This is considered an additional effect of the law, which can copy the magic and magically enhanced martial arts of those who fight within the law's domain and reproduce them.

However, although it seems absurd, it can only copy the abilities of those with similar or weaker strength. It's useless against those stronger than oneself, such as Messiah, the Elf Queen of the Elf Forest, or Adams.

This single skill alone makes Loran invincible among those of the same level and gives him absolute dominance over those weaker than himself.

However, this is still only a passive approach.

This is not the full power of the law at all; it is merely the law's own record and manifestation of magic.

The Pope of the End roared, and ghostly flames suddenly appeared beside him, attacking Loran.

This will-o'-the-wisp, tainted with the aura of the end, could almost ignore all defenses, yet it stopped in front of Loran.

Loran narrowed his eyes and waved his hand: "Freeze."

The flames instantly froze, and their once unstoppable attack vanished as if it had lost its driving force.

Loran gently touched the will-o'-the-wisp, and it instantly shot out in the opposite direction, towards the location of the Pope of the End!

In the end, the Pope had no choice but to take the hit.

This is also one of the passive effects of the Law of Loran: it can halt the offensive power of magic and martial arts techniques of a lower level within its area of ​​effect, and even cause the magic to dissipate. Combined with Reconstruction, it can reflect almost any magic of a lower level than itself.

The Pope of the End, having swallowed his own will-o'-the-wisp, let out a wail and continued to fire will-o'-the-wisps. This time, Loran did not react; instead, he snapped his fingers.

"dissipate."

The will-o'-the-wisp disappeared instantly.

This is the first active ability of the Law of Loran, and it can be considered a defensive ability. It can directly disrupt the magical factors that make up an attack within the area of ​​effect, causing the attack to disappear instantly. It is also effective against attacks that are not much stronger than itself. For example, it can directly dissipate the magical attack that the Elf Queen in the Elf Forest was launching without her full strength, which was about the level of a high-level eighth tier magic attack.

However, the drawback of this ability is that it cannot block martial arts techniques, since pure martial arts techniques are not composed of magical elements.

Therefore, Loran is currently unable to completely defend against martial arts techniques stronger than himself, since he broke through to the eighth rank using demonic methods. If he also breaks through to the eighth rank in martial arts in the future and fully perfects his laws, his strength can increase significantly.

Moreover, this ability has a cooldown period. Loran carefully sensed it and found it could be used once every ten minutes. That's already pretty good; it's more than enough to defend against a deadly attack from a high-level eighth-tier enemy.

With this ability, Loran can already be called a mage killer. Even though Loran has only just broken through to the eighth rank, he can still win against stronger eighth-rank magic users, such as the old lich.

Not to mention Principal Rentilland, who's a complete fraud.

Ha, old Deng, when I get back I'll show you who's the real boss of Santa Casta!

Of course, it was just a joke.

However, if Loran were to face a physical and martial arts-based eighth-tier opponent, such as the Dragon King of Dragon Island, it would be quite difficult. After all, that Dragon King's strength wasn't much weaker than the former Demon King's, and he was a pure martial arts Dragon King, which perfectly countered Loran's current strength. Loran wouldn't be afraid of it at the same level, but Loran is currently only at the early eighth-tier, so his chances of winning are indeed slim.