796 Entities Gathered (1/2)

”My dearest Overlord of the East, why did you come to God's territory?” the Pope said.

He coughed as he uttered those few words. His body was bent and his hair was all white. And yet, nobody in the world dared to look down on him, as he was a legendary figure.

The Pope was God's disciple and he led the Christian Church to its glory in the last thousands of years. He was one of the six most powerful Overlords and the most unpredictable one. Everyone knew how terrifying Saint Peter was.

”My grandpa once came to the Christian Church to interrogate Augustus, but a few Saints beat him up. You must give me an explanation for that.”

Chen Fan stood in front of the Vatican coldly.

He was facing a dozen Saints surrounded by sacred glitters. They were like messengers who came down from Heaven.

”Bulls**t! We're Saints. Why would we attack a mortal?” said a blonde man wearing a black armor as he stepped forward. He was quite handsome.

Saint Augustus.

The last Saint of the Christian Church, who had slaughtered the Kindred and injured the Blood Ancestor. People thought he had died but he was only sleeping in the cemetery; he had finally reappeared after a thousand years. His power of light was condensed and he was at least a mid-stage Connate Being.

”Hm?”

Chen Fan narrowed his eyes and attacked.

Boom!

The terrifying golden Blood Qi surged from Chen Fan's body and covered a thousand feet of the sacred city. The entire Vatican was shaking like a small boat in the ocean. Chen Fan was like a God in everyone's eyes; his hand became gigantic and golden. Then he smacked down with it.

”Stop!”

Dozens of Saints were terrified.

They attacked one after another. The Holy Cross Light Blades, Judgement Divine Arts and sacred fire struck the golden hand, but the Blood Qi had blocked all of them. That was the power of a phenomenal-success Divine Body. These Saints couldn't defeat Chen Fan and they even had to fall back.

”Help me, Pope!”

Augustus was frightened.

He slashed with the Holy Cross Light Blade and the blade aura moved towards Chen Fan, but the sacred sword was as weak as an ant in front of the golden hand. The dozen feet long blade aura cracked.

Right when Augustus was in imminent danger, there came a sigh.

”Hah.”

The Pope looked up and stepped forward.

Boom!

Everyone just felt the ground shake. Millions of citizens of Rome even jumped from their chairs and those a hundred miles away could also feel it.

The Pope suddenly stood upright.

His white long hair instantly turned black and his face became fair and smooth. In a blink, Saint Peter became a handsome middle-aged man. His power of light soared; he had become as powerful as the Ancestral Dragon.

The Pope uttered a word in a different language, ”Adjudication!”

A beam of light struck from the sky.

This light ray was as thick as a water bucket and it carried a destructive energy which could level a mountain, but it had yet to reach its limit.

Meanwhile, the Vatican was also shining and many sacred powers surged out of the churches. The light ray immediately thickened to the size of a tree as it came down from the sky. Everyone could see flashes of electric light inside it, which contained the utmost purifying power.

Adjudication.

A Divine Art of the Christian Church known as the Divine Thunder of God, able to destroy all evil.

Seeing such an energy, all the people in front of their TVs held their breath in fright.

”Boom!”

This Divine Art initiated by the Pope, along with the energy of the entire sacred city, smashed against the golden hand, but the golden hand only shook a bit.

”Bang.”

Augustus was smacked down and smashed together with his armor. A giant palm mark appeared on the ground.

Augustus died after one attack!

”You're a profane man!” many Saints shouted.

They were furious because of what Chen Fan had done. They were also shocked since the Pope and the power of the sacred city weren't able to stop him.

The Vatican had been protected by generations of Saints and hundreds of millions of believers had devoted their prayers. Each church stored endless power of faith and dozens of them together were comparable to dozens of Saints. So, was Chen Fan more powerful than dozens of Saints?

”Five more.”

Chen Fan flicked his fingers.

The Christian Church had acted however they wanted for ages, but that wasn't Chen Fan's business. However, they had attacked Chen Huaian and almost killed Chen Fan's family, which was something he couldn't tolerate.

”Heavenly Chen, you're the most powerful warrior in the East. I respect your power, but this is God's territory and we have God's protection. How can you kill a servant of God like that? Do you really think the Christian Church doesn't have the power to resist?”

The Pope narrowed his eyes.

”Really? You do?”