Virtue is Abundant

real world.

arena.

After the Pope finished sketching the last rune, he took out a glass of fine wine from the void and sipped it lightly.

"Kill you, use your head as a sacrifice at the founding ceremony tomorrow morning..."

"Will this stimulate the Fuxi Empire?"

"It doesn't matter, God will protect everything. If they want to use nuclear bombs, then let mankind perish."

the Pope murmured.

As he sipped his wine, he went over the whole plan.

What you do will greatly please the gods.

For the sake of so many outstanding achievements of hers, and for the sake of her dedication to the holy religion, the gods should resurrect her.

After all, God himself has promised himself.

The Pope was lost in thought, and simply moved a chair and sat down, quietly waiting for Wu Xiaode's return.

Time passed slowly.

some moment.

Some invisible ripples appeared in the void.

"It's coming back...it's really exciting."

The pope held the wine glass in one hand, and lightly tapped the ground with the scepter in the other hand.

All the runes throughout the arena lit up.

The power of the sacrificial array was continuously strengthened, forming pieces of holy awns that staggered back and forth in the void, and built into huge runes full of power, floating above the arena.

Everything is not triggered, just waiting for the arrival of that person.

A few more breaths passed.

Wu Xiaode's voice suddenly sounded from the void:

"Darkness calls."

Immediately afterwards, a black and white scepter appeared.

The deep ruby ​​on the top of the scepter shone.

An inexplicable coercion spread throughout the audience.

The Pope's expression was serious, and he shouted: "With this life, sacrifice to the other side!"

The entire arena erupted with soaring light.

Those powerful runes quickly formed a spell, and it was about to come down.

But the next moment——

All runes become dimmed.

In the depths of the sky above the arena, a crimson meteor is falling rapidly.

The power of the sacrificial array fluctuated in front of this meteor, it was nothing.

boom--

The meteorite hit the arena, completely blasting through the entire sacrificial array and the arena.

The sacrificial formation directly collapsed!

"...Why do you have the power of a god..."

the Pope murmured.

He looked at the red scepter in his hand, then at the black and white scepter inlaid with rubies in Wu Xiaode's hand, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"You have fought for the Holy Cult for so many years, don't you even know about this matter?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"What's up?"

The Pope shouted in a low voice.

He waved the red scepter, causing the holy lights in the void to fly back and wrap around the scepter, ready to release the attack technique at the bottom of the box at any time.

"'God' is actually a cunning, greedy, brazen, and contradictory guy. He treats human beings as food." Wu Xiaode said slowly.

"Bold - dare to blaspheme the majesty of God, I want you to die!" The Pope shouted angrily.

Brilliant light radiated from his scepter, and it turned into a giant hammer several meters high out of thin air, and slammed it down towards Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode saw the opportunity early, and launched a "side flash" before the giant hammer fell, avoiding the attack point.

But the power of this hammer is beyond imagination.

The entire ground was smashed into a deep pit of tens of meters, and the powerful shock wave blew Wu Xiaode away.

He fluttered to the other side of the arena, and said:

"I have a question for you."

"Go to hell and ask the ghosts, sinner!" The pope raised the sledgehammer condensed by the holy light again, and shouted angrily.

"The person you love has been eaten by 'God', don't you know?"

Wu Xiaode said.

Wrapped in strong wind pressure, the giant hammer whizzed towards Wu Xiaode.

But at the last moment.

It stopped.

"What did you say?" the pope asked sullenly.

"Yes, before you die, I will tell you the truth of the matter as a thank you for stealing that thing from me." Wu Xiaode said.

The pope looked bewildered.

"Let's put it simply, you in the parallel world did me a favor, so I feel that I owe you a little favor, so I will tell you the truth of the matter." Wu Xiaode said.

"Impossible... God promised me..." the Pope said.

"How can a person like you believe other people's casual promises? In fact, you know the answer, but you just dare not admit it, right?" Wu Xiaode said calmly.

The Pope opened his mouth, then closed it silently.

"Then, my feedback has been sent, and now it's time for us to settle the score." Wu Xiaode said.

He thrust the scepter forcefully into the ground in front of him, pointed at the holy hammer in the pope's hand and said:

"That thing, I want one too."

The voice just fell.

Three patriarchs, two cardinals, four cardinals, ten archbishops and elders walked out of the void around Wu Xiaode.

The Pope looked straight at him.

Because some people actually have two!

Like twins!

"You went to the Holy See in the parallel world!" the Pope said in a daze.

Wu Xiaode didn't speak.

All the congregants around him chanted spells at the staff in unison.

The majestic holy light that almost pierced the sky appeared from the void, and condensed into a giant hammer of holy light tens of meters long. With the scepter as the end of the handle of the hammer, it stood quietly in the dark sky.

Wu Xiaode put one hand in his pocket, raised the scepter in the other, and said with a smile:

"Sorry, my hammer seems to be bigger than yours."

The Pope said: "You—"

Before the words fell, the giant hammer of Shengmang in Wu Xiaode's hand had already been smashed down!

The pope hurriedly resisted with the Hammer of the Holy Light in his hand.

But the Hammer of the Holy Light in his hand is only a few meters high, and its power is limited, while the hammer on the opposite side is condensed by dozens of powerful professionals.

The two sides are not on the same level at all!

boom--

The entire arena was smashed into ashes and disappeared in an instant.

The void flashed.

The world is gone.

Wu Xiaode found himself and the Pope back on the square in front of the Holy Church.

The Pope lay on the ground, dying.

The pope grabbed the stone floor with both hands, and said sharply, "Why? Why do you have the effect of so many congregants!"

"Gods feed on all living beings. After you die, ask the gods. If they don't eat you, maybe you will know the answer." Wu Xiaode said.

He thought for a second, then sighed, "Forget it, I'm soft-hearted, so I'll just tell you the answer."

He turned the scepter in his hand at will, lowered his voice, and said in a tone of telling secrets:

"And I, the god who promised to feed you—"

"As soon as it heard that there was something to eat, it lent me the power of the scepter without hesitation."

The Pope stared at him with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief.

Wu Xiaode's expression suddenly turned cold.

"Let's get down to business."

He raised the scepter and hung it over the pope's head, saying, "You have sacrificed countless people to the heavenly ladder, but you must have never known what it was like."

There was a burst of red light on the scepter.

There was a tremor in the ground.

The pope's face changed drastically, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "Kill me!"

"Do your part for the coming of God, Pope, isn't this your belief?" Wu Xiaode said.

The voice did not fall.

Long black hands stretched out from the ground.

They grabbed the Pope's limbs and torso one after another, and were about to drag him into the ground immediately.

"Kill me! Wu Xiaode, count me begging you once, I don't want to be part of the ladder!"

The Pope roared hysterically.

Wu Xiaode leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Think about those people who were sacrificed by you."

"I know I was wrong, I know! Don't sacrifice me to the ladder—that's not what life should bear!"

The Pope gasped and said, "You can't be like our Holy Cult, Wu Xiaode, then what's the difference between you and me!"

Wu Xiaode squatted in front of him, patted his shoulder quite understandingly and said:

"As for those of us who hang out on the streets, we are generally very timid and afraid of getting into trouble, but when we really decide to fight, we will keep fighting until you die."

"There was a massacred village before, and the entire hospital died later. If I don't kill you, you will feel bad."

He sighed, and went on rambling:

"So I won't forgive you, please forgive me."

"As compensation, I'm going to tell you one thing—"

"Your country, I will destroy it today."

"The grievances between you and me are cancelled."

"The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. See you in the rivers and lakes."

Thick black hands stretched out, grabbed the pope, and dragged him deep underground amidst his desperate howls.

The pope's voice faded away.

After a few breaths.

The surroundings returned to silence.

Wu Xiaode was still staring at the soft soil on the ground in a daze.

One by one bishops, cardinals, and patriarchs emerged from the darkness.

They stood in a circle around Wu Xiaode.

Wu Xiaode didn't raise his head, just said: "Go, kill the people around you, then mobilize them to kill the people around you, and keep killing until all the believers are killed."

"yes."

Everyone responded and walked into the darkness.

The white tiger appeared quietly.

"I know all the experiences of the ghosts, so I have something to remind you." It said.

"What?" Wu Xiaode said.

"There are too many believers, all over the country. Even Fuxi has many hidden believers. I'm afraid I can't kill them all in one night." Bai Hu said.

"Find someone who can talk." Wu Xiaode said.

A patriarch emerged from the darkness and stood before him.

"The current time is 2:15 in the morning, can we still hold a press conference?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"No problem, what news do you want to release?" the Patriarch said.

"According to the Pope's last words, he said that he had received an oracle and asked all believers to express their loyalty."

"The general content is—"

"Go to death yourself, if you do this, you will be a loyal believer in God;"

"If you can't do it, it means that your personal belief is not firm, and you are deemed not qualified to become a member of the Holy Cult. You will immediately be revoked as a believer, withdraw from the Holy Cult, and you will be the enemy of the Holy Cult from now on."

"Basically, that's what it means. As for how to say it and how to express it, you fools should be better at fooling around than I am."

"There must be a resolution at dawn."

"Yes." The patriarch said.

"Go ahead." Wu Xiaode said.

The patriarch retreated into the darkness and quietly disappeared.

Baihu listened silently, at this moment he licked his paw and said, "My merit is almost here."

"I guess it will take a while." Wu Xiaode said.

"There will be no new twists and turns in this matter. I already feel that there are merits and virtues coming to you and me." Baihu said.

As soon as it finished speaking, the Book of the Undead opened.

Lines of small ice crystal characters floated on the page:

"The commission is about to be completed."

"You paid 1 point of merit."

"The white tiger didn't accept your soul power because it has gained a lot of merits, and decided that your soul power is not worth collecting."

"You have obtained the merits it gave you."

"Current remaining merit: 5."

Wu Xiaode looked at the white tiger.

Bai Hu narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and said in a low voice, "This entrustment is really a bargain."