Chapter 1294： Celestial Sword

In a cave in the wilderness, the gray-headed Pope is sitting on a rock, looking at a group of people who are like mourning dogs.

They finally retreated back to the Holy City, only to find that the Holy City has now hung the hateful eagle flag and has become a city under the rule of the Airan Hill Empire!

The Pope brought thousands of Holy Cadets to fight back. As a result, a group of omnipotent **** puppets came out of the city, beating them so hard that they could not even recognize their mothers.

The pope, who finally escaped, hid in such a sparsely populated place, and saw that the single crystal grain was gone.

Although he took advantage of the chaos and ran away, the general direction of escape was still clear at a glance. The puppet's search force is searching not far away and will find here soon.

It's nothing more than that this forest is not small, and the puppet is not familiar with the topography here, so it will take some time.

"Under the Pope's crown! Why don't we take off the armor and disperse the last hundred soldiers, pretending to be mountain people, and go out!" Seeing that they were about to be blocked, an officer suggested.

The pope sitting there looked gloomy, because he still had all kinds of pictures on the battlefield not long ago in his mind.

Just a few hours ago...

"Why do those people fly?" The Pope was riding on his horse, watching the **** puppet troops on the left wing who were carrying a long sword directly into the army, and the Holy See's soldiers turned their backs on their horses, exclaimed.

Before, he used his **** sword to destroy hundreds of such puppets with one sword. But now, in front of his eyes, there were less than a hundred puppets, and he had defeated his left wing and thousands of troops.

"Under the crown of the Pope! If we don't use the Celestial Sword, our left wing will collapse!" A general pleaded to the somewhat sluggish pope, pulling on the reins.

In his pleading, dozens of soldiers were hit by the magic fireball technique used by the **** puppets, screaming and struggling in the flames, making the entire battlefield look even more tragic and bloody.

The pope, whose face was full of shock, finally came back to his senses amid the anxious cry of help from his subordinates. He hurriedly tore off the Heavenly God Sword wrapped in linen from behind, once again urged the energy in his body, and aimed the Heavenly God Sword at the distant God Puppet troops.

"Energy...fluctuation?" A **** puppet was taken aback for a moment, and then the computer in his body responded first.

In the next second, a magical defense barrier was shrouded on his body, followed by the second and third layers.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful energy hit directly, piercing through several layers of magical defense barriers at once.

It's a pity that this dazzling light didn't penetrate the last magical defense barrier, but drifted away slowly in front of this barrier.

"Energy shock?" The **** puppet being attacked asked this question in a hoarse voice.

Standing by his side, helping him share the damage, another **** puppet who also lost a lot of energy shook his head and denied the first **** puppet's conjecture: "It's not an energy shock! This power is much weaker than an energy shock. "

After finishing speaking, the two of them looked in the direction of the energy attack and saw the pope in bright red robes.

"Looks! He is the magical ‘pope’ that your majesty is looking for!" The first **** puppet thickened the defensive barrier in front of him again, and then rushed towards the direction of the Vatican Army with a long sword.

A team of cavalry rushed from the side, blocking the footsteps of the two **** puppets, they had to chop down two knights, and then flew into the air.

As a result, the two of them were hit by the second attack of the God Sword. That huge force shot them down, although it didn't hurt them, it consumed a lot of energy.

The Pope has used the Heavenly Sword twice in a row, and has exhausted his energy, and finally can only choose to flee the battlefield with his guards.

Unsurprisingly, the entire battlefield collapsed just like that. The Vatican army no longer exists, and the Vatican has become history.

On the way back, there has been a lot of news. The Pope heard that a gorgeously dressed army had captured the Great River City, the capital of the Long River Empire, and heard that a terrifying army had captured the Emperor Flame City of the Flame Empire...

Now, the Holy See has also been captured, and the Rock Empire seems to have no reason to be spared.

The four empires have all fallen, completely fallen...No matter how powerful the Pope is, he has no ability to return to heaven.

What's more, he is far from strong. Those **** puppets that were killed from the Holy Religious City, no one is weaker than him. This is already the most polite way of saying, because those **** puppets are actually much stronger than the Pope.

Even if there is a **** sword, against any **** puppet, the pope does not have much chance of winning. So he can only hide in the cave like a mouse, waiting for his sad ending.

"Shut up!" Thinking of this, the pope scolded the officer who had come up with the idea, and then stood up from where he was sitting.

He slapped his dusty red robe, and then sorted out the armor lining the robe.

"Let's go! Let's all go!" said the Pope, walking towards the entrance of the cave: "As the Pope, I will bestow God's blessing on you...with God's blessing, leave here!"

"Since God has given us such a heavy test, we should face it honestly!" The pope said, "Now, you can find your own faith by yourself! And I...I am going to pursue it, myself. God of it!"

Speaking of this, he closed his eyes and pulled away the Heavenly God Sword that was wrapped in linen with his hands. At this time, the sword was truly fully exposed.

It is indeed a sword, a sword that looks very unique! In fact, if Chris could see this sword, he would be very familiar with this sword, because he often saw this sword on TV series and the Internet!

Yes, this is an ancient Chinese long sword, a very standard ancient sword. The sword body is engraved with beautiful seal script. After such a long time, the sword's edge still shone with a dazzling cold light.

"Let's go! Let's all go!" He carried this long sword, which was completely inconsistent with his armor style, and walked step by step towards the bright hole.

There, he seemed to see the kingdom of God, as if he saw new hope! All the soldiers and officers of the Vatican Army around them looked at the pope's crown walking towards the entrance of the cave with horrified eyes.

Because, they saw that the Pope was aging at an alarming rate. With every step he took, he became thinner and shriveled, and the strange sword in his hand was visible to the naked eye, sucking from the body of the Pope. With a puff of white smoke...