The team continued to move forward dully.
The Kingdom of the God of Light presents countless dilapidated scenes, but the closer you get to the huge building in the center of the Kingdom of Light, everything seems to be getting better and better - but it only looks bright on the outside.
Soon after entering the "inner city" of heaven, Yang Hao and his companions were attacked by a "corpse" with physical substance.
At first glance, those corpses were similar to the corpse soldiers used by the diocese during the invasion war, but they looked more fragile and less intelligent.
If Bishop Stephen's corpse soldiers can still use weapons, then the corpse soldiers of the Kingdom of Light can only use their bodies to attack.
"This should be a failed product when the God of Light created the "Angel". Yang Hao watched the magic puppets use magic weapons to easily deal with the zombies on the road. "But this city... was it also built by you, Lalumia?"
"Because I want the believers to have a final period of rest before they leave, so... Alas." Lalumia shook her head. "But now it seems that this has become a difficulty we are facing."
The welfare that Lalumia once sought for the dead believers has now become a trouble for Yang Hao and others.
Those residential houses and squares full of life were filled with corpses discarded after the God of Light's failed experiments.
The stiff movements of these corpses turned the original heaven into hell. Together with the crazy souls, they attacked Yang Hao's team, and there were even many "angels" among them.
Those first versions of angels looked like humans grafting a bunch of bird wings onto them.
They are deformed, with pale skin covered with pustules and burns from erosion by divine magic. They are more difficult to deal with than zombies, but in a sense, the closer they are to "angels", the more it means that Yang Hao and others are on the right path.
After all, the God of Light would definitely deal with the failed products he created nearby. The more advanced the failed products, the closer they would be to his daily life...
And in fact, Yang Hao and others did see the prototype of the "Skeleton Demon" that they saw on the screen at that time.
But unlike the demons made up of the skeletons of the Byzantine people, these "meat balls" formed by a large number of corpses are obviously more disgusting and more deformed than simple skeleton demons.
They are strong and quick in movement, causing Yang Hao a lot of trouble when they first met.
But after being sprayed with dragon breath by Miss Black Dragon, the huge zombie aggregate was burned to charcoal. Behind this zombie aggregate, at the end of a huge staircase climbing upwards, was the end of heaven - the palace where Lalumia once lived.
The stairs built by countless tortured souls were not Lalumia's previous work. She was very surprised to say that there used to be only a green meadow and a gentle slope here, but when she thought about it carefully, the God of Light was a human god and possessed some of the desires of humans, so all this seemed particularly normal.
On the stairs, Yang Hao and his companions saw a large number of corpses. Under the influence of gravity, those corpses slid down the "chutes" on both sides of the stairs. They should be the corpses that the Church of Light has worshipped in the past decade.
At least Yang Hao saw many followers of the Church of Light here, and there were also many famous warriors and celebrities among them.
"Uh..." Looking at this garbage dump-like environment, Yang Hao really didn't know what to say.
He had thought that the God of Light did not value his believers, his hometown, or the position where he was sitting.
But after seeing with his own eyes how the God of Light dealt with the corpses in an "efficient" way, even Yang Hao, who thought he was mentally prepared, couldn't help it.
On Earth, even the Anshars who created the concept of "concentration camps" were friendlier than the God of Light, and even the treatment of the Jews during World War II was better than that of the followers of the God of Light today...
At least on Earth, when people die, their souls can fly freely. Although they cannot take their physical possessions with them, at least they don't need to worry about their souls being missed after they die.
But now
Yang Hao glanced at the corpses sliding down the slide. On those corpses that were processed into corpse bricks or simply turned into a large basket of minced meat after the experiment failed, the tortured souls were still praising the trials and greatness bestowed by the God of Light.
…
His face turned pale, but he also realized a problem.
"Who the hell is up there creating more bodies now?"
With such confusion, Yang Hao and others moved cautiously towards the palace area.
And it was after reaching the platform where the palace area was located that they saw the culprit of everything—a fat giant with skeletal wings on his back and countless corpses in his fat hands.
Behind the giant, a male Roman sitting on a throne looked so small in comparison to the giant. That was Yang Hao and his team's target, the physical body of the God of Light Constantine.
"This is a creature that was formed after the believers of the Church of Light were materialized."
Lalumia looked at the ignorant giant with pity, watching the giant pull out a bloody but magnificent kitchen knife from his back after noticing their arrival.
"The foolish giant... the predatory nature, and the ugly heart that plays with the weak without any guilt. Originally, all this could have been changed...
But the God of Light did not give them this opportunity, nor would it give them any possibility to escape.
They have been nurtured by the God of Light and have become fanatical believers who believe whatever the God of Light says. Their ignorance makes them unable to see any path clearly. In the end, naturally, they never think that bullying the weak is wrong...
This giant is the embodiment of the followers of the Church of Light. Smashing this giant means that we have shattered the spiritual sustenance of the current followers of the Church of Light."
Lalumia saw what the ignorant giant represented.
Mindlessly respecting the orders of the God of Light means "ignorance".
The fat body covered in grease and the gold, silver and jewels on the kitchen knife represent the two poles of "poverty and exploitation" in the Church of Light.
The rusty kitchen knife symbolizes the "violence" of the Romani people that has never been corrected.
The uncovered body represents their uneducated and shameless nature.
A pathetic existence. A pathetic Romani. A pathetic believer of the Church of Light.
Lalumia sighed.
She gently held Yang Hao's palm, and then said under the gaze of everyone, let her give them a chance to be freed.
Because they were controlled and committed heinous crimes, Lalumia understood their ignorance, but it did not mean that she would forgive all the mistakes they made.
“I hope that you can be born in a better place next time. I hope that you can receive education, have enough food and clothing, and most importantly… don’t believe in any religion anymore.
We gods can't even protect ourselves. Why do you think we have the power to make you better?"
The gentle god used his divine power to summon a sickle-like weapon.
In God's eyes, the sickle means "harvest and death."
It certainly couldn't be better for this occasion.
She walked silently towards the howling ignorant giant, the sickle in her hand flashing a silvery-white light.
In reality…
The war between Protestantism and Catholicism reached a stalemate.
The God of Light, who was stuck in a dilemma, knew nothing about what was happening in Heaven. He anxiously urged his followers to expand their victory, but found that no matter what they did, they could not break through the Protestant defense line.
The existence of the earthen fortress is too crucial, but what is more crucial is the night magic of the Night Witch.
Even the most elite warrior, unless he is blind, will not be able to maintain his composure in the sudden darkness.
The army of the Old Church did not have strong warriors. In other words, as long as the Night Witch continued to release the night magic to the key breakthrough points, the attack of the Old Church would not have any effect at all.
What's more... the most critical issue is the United Nations' army watching the battle outside.
(Damn it, damn it!)
He looked extremely calm on the outside, but in fact he was more panicked than a wild dog.
The God of Light, who was completely caught in a dilemma, cursed in his heart the shamelessness of the Protestants and the United Nations for taking advantage of the situation, while he was also anxiously looking for a plan to escape.
He could choose to completely give up the possibility of upgrading, and then immediately give up his current divine body, return to heaven, seal the entire world, lie dormant for thousands of years, and then see if there is a chance to see the light of day again.
But who can give up what they have gained with a clear conscience? Who can have the courage to give up the property they have worked hard for most of their life and start over
What's more, this is the power and faith that the God of Light has obtained through plundering for thousands of years? It may take him thousands of years to collect it himself.
Everyone knows that lizards can survive by cutting off their tails.
But the God of Light did not have the courage. So he was extremely entangled, wasting every opportunity to escape, and not noticing that the man behind him was becoming more and more abnormal.
In the eyes of Patriarch Peter, the majestic image of the God of Light has now become as humble as an ant.
He knew that if he waited patiently for a few more minutes, he would get the results he wanted.
He held the dagger tightly in his hand, and even though he was kneeling on the ground, he knew that the God of Light didn't even have the strength to turn around.
The once great god now couldn't even turn around in order to have the confidence to pretend! He could only stand there motionless like a statue!
How ridiculous! How pathetic! Peter thought that if he became a god, he would not be so cowardly!
As expected, the God of Light is just a villain who happened to have good luck and seized the opportunity...
It's too real that a cowardly little man became a god, and finally became so humble and ridiculous, isn't it
Patriarch Peter chuckled. He had already thought of a plan for his final escape...
Although the United Nations' army seemed to have completely surrounded the Old Church army's rear, they overlooked the fact that they could hide and escape "underground"!
After having divine power, it should be reasonable to temporarily change the structure of the underground passage, right? Even if not, Peter is confident that he can escape by his own strength...
As long as he could obtain divine power and escape, then the greatest wish of Patriarch Peter would be fulfilled. But the question was why this last chance had not yet arrived
Bishop Peter tightened the dagger in his hand. At this moment, he saw in the distance that after defeating the siege of the Old Church, the Protestant army, led by the Saint and the Witch, had begun to turn the siege into attack, defeating the soldiers of the Old Church while slowly advancing towards their location!
Now there are only less than two hundred crusaders who are barely able to fight against the God of Light!
But how could these soldiers, whose morale was also on the verge of collapse and whose hearts were already terrified, stop the attack of Saint Cecilia who was personally leading the nuns
They couldn't even fight against the defeated army! If it weren't for the God of Light and Patriarch Peter supervising the battle in the rear, they would have already fled!
Faced with this dilemma, the God of Light finally took action.
Just when Patriarch Peter thought that the God of Light would personally take advantage of the last chance to fight the Saint to the death, he saw the God of Light take a step back, and then a majestic oracle came into his mind:
"Master Peter, show me your courage - go and fight the Saint!"
Patriarch Peter knelt on the ground, his face full of astonishment, with only one thought in his mind: "There is no hope."
If the God of Light was willing to demonstrate his authority as a "God", if the God of Light was willing to muster up the courage - even if it was just for show! Patriarch Peter would not be so shocked.
He still believed that no matter how despicable the God of Light was, he should be someone who knew how to disguise himself.
But now it seems
You won't even pretend to do it
How on earth have you managed to survive till now
Patriarch Peter looked up in a daze, only to feel that the dagger in his hand was getting hot. Because of the cowardice of the God of Light, even he himself was now in a dilemma.
If you want to assassinate the God of Light now, Patriarch Peter doesn't have the ability to do so. At most, he will be "seriously injured". But you want Patriarch Peter to fight against the aggressive Saint? That's even more impossible.
Even if the Saint didn't have the silver-glowing sword in her hand... As a clergyman who relied heavily on the power of the God of Light to possess great strength, the weakness of the God of Light also meant his weakness. He simply didn't have the ability to fight the Saint right now... In other words.
Now Patriarch Peter is facing a difficult dilemma where he will die anyway.
He gritted his teeth, but he was not the God of Light!
The God of Light does not have the courage to burn his boats.
But he does!
"As you command, my great Lord..."
Patriarch Peter slowly stood up from the ground and pulled the dagger out of the scabbard. He walked forward slowly, but the direction he was moving in was not to the side of the God of Light, but to the back of the God of Light.
He could see that there was a barrier of divine power behind the God of Light. He was not sure if he could break through that barrier with all his strength, but at least Patriarch Peter could try.
(This filthy little man... a piece of cowardly trash!)
Patriarch Peter shouted angrily. He made a gesture to gather strength and was about to stab the back of the God of Light when an accident happened.
The majestic face of the God of Light collapsed like an avalanche. His body and divine power became weak in an instant, and even the barrier disappeared without a trace.
"Impossible?! Impossible?!"
The god let out a hoarse scream like a rooster with its neck grabbed, and feeling his own divine power suddenly weakened, Patriarch Peter realized that his chance had come.
“There is always a way out!”
He screamed in surprise.
Under the astonished gaze of everyone, the leader drew out a dagger and stabbed the god he once believed in in the back.
The golden divine blood was splattered everywhere. Patriarch Peter laughed loudly, feeling the thin divine power in his divine blood and the warmth in his hands. He knew.
I succeeded.
…
That is when something unusual happens on the ground.
In the kingdom of light.
After killing the ignorant giant.
Lalumia and the others immediately launched a clean and efficient attack on the unresponsive body of the God of Light.
The silver-white sickle slashed across the evil neck and heart of the God of Light. In order to ensure the God of Light's complete death, the magic puppets created hammer and crusher-like devices through the ever-expanding magic net.
They gathered up the body of the God of Light and ground it into the simplest meat in a grinder.