They used bottles to hold the flesh and blood of the God of Light, and did not forget to seal off all possible means of "resurrection".
"This will prevent the God of Light from being resurrected through the "soul leaving the body" method - although the body of the God of Light outside now is the soul leaving the body."
The magic puppets placed a mark on the head of the God of Light's body, and used Lady Lalumia's own divine power to directly transform the mark into a "seal".
The body of the God of Light can be declared completely dead. Next, the advance team must evacuate immediately.
No one knows what the mad God of Light will do. Until the God of Light and his body outside die completely, heaven is not a safe place.
"Damn it... I wanted to collect more loot..."
Black Dragon looked listlessly at the extremely rare wealth in the distant Heavenly Town... But she also knew that she couldn't ask others to stay.
What's more, the black dragon was also afraid of death. So she followed the order and turned into a giant dragon and took Yang Hao and others to fly towards the starting point. They soon gathered again at the entrance of the kingdom of heaven.
The magic puppets can pack up everything and take it away directly through the magic network, but Black Dragon and Yang Hao must get Lumia's help to leave here.
Looking at the kingdom of God that was gradually beginning to collapse behind him, Lalumia said that perhaps the body of the God of Light outside had also been attacked by Theresa and the others - in this way, perhaps they still had a chance to reoccupy the kingdom of heaven.
If Lalumia stayed here, perhaps the loss of Heaven could be minimized - then the United Kingdom would truly obtain a piece of divine territory, and in terms of national strength, the United Kingdom would truly become the strongest in the world, without a doubt.
but…
"I can't joke with your life and Miss Nia's life. So, let's go."
Lalumia cannot think in terms of a country. Or rather, she can think.
But she would never use it as her own subjective opinion to demand others. She is a sentimental deity.
She couldn't accept that when she had other options, she had to gamble the lives of her relatives and friends on a possibility.
so…
She took Yang Hao and the others away without any delay. After they returned to reality, the elves waiting at the entrance immediately brought them a message.
The God of Light was attacked.
But it was not the United Nations or Protestantism that attacked the God of Light, but Pope Peter who stood behind the God of Light.
Hearing this, Yang Hao's eyes widened. After saying so much, he could only say helplessly, "Ah?"
…
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Under the astonished gaze of all the Protestant and United Nations people, Patriarch Peter stabbed the God of Light in the back with the dagger in his hand while laughing crazily.
“Hahaha! God of Light, God of Light! You are nothing but that, nothing but that!”
It was effortless to get it - this was the first thought of Patriarch Peter.
"You are even worse than our priests. Our priests at least know how to make decisions immediately. What about you? You do nothing! You were a villain before you became a god, and you are still a villain now! Prince Gassen is more useful than you. What are you except for your good luck?!"
A god who is not even as good as the priests of the Church of Light - this was the second thought of Patriarch Peter.
After the dagger pierced the back of the God of Light once again, Patriarch Peter felt the power gradually growing stronger in his body. He smiled and smiled, and then as he smiled, he became relaxed.
He knew what the power in his body meant. It meant that after the God of Light died completely, he would become the new generation of "God of Light" - perhaps after becoming the new God, he would be extremely fragile, but the concepts of God and human were different.
As long as you have infinite life, as long as you have power that surpasses humans, as long as you have the possibility of surpassing humans!
Then Peter will become a famous god in the history of Elusia! Even if he does nothing, his act of killing the gods at this moment is enough to make him an important figure in future history!
The spiritual satisfaction made Peter feel so happy, but it was because of this relaxation that he forgot that "God" is "God" and should not be judged by human common sense...
Is the God of Light really "dead"
"Bang-"
Patriarch Peter raised his hands high into the sky, his head still showing the ecstasy of having the possibility of becoming a god, but his body turned into blood mist under a burst of illusory golden light, and finally disappeared without a trace.
Patriarch Peter is dead.
The death happened so quickly that even Elena, who was watching from a distance, could only see the tragic condition of Patriarch Peter for a moment.
The severely wounded God of Light roared and stood up from the ground. The wound caused by the dagger that had pierced "Light" was constantly bleeding divine blood.
The god's blood containing faith and divine power dyed the earth golden, but these forces filled with the toxins of the Church of Light not only did not make the land fertile, but instead made the land dark.
When the body of the God of Light was destroyed and his divine body was severely injured, he finally understood the principle behind the upgrading of the "Corpse Rebirth Art".
He became the world's first "corpse-born" concept god. But his ascension before death could not prevent his complete death.
Seeing the golden divine power on his body gradually turn dark, the God of Light roared and suddenly pounced towards where Saint Cecilia was.
Although his body is dead, if the God of Light deliberately seizes Cecilia's body, then he may still be able to survive!
Now the situation has come to a point where the arrow has to be shot. He must take Cecilia's body away!
"Give me your body!!"
"Cecilia!"
With the Night Witch's scream and the support of the Night Magic, Cecilia finally reacted.
The evil god wants to take her body!
The evil god was howling, and Saint Cecilia was caught off guard and subconsciously raised her holy sword to cover herself. Then the next moment she saw the flying God of Light being cut in half by a silver beam of light.
She was panting, and first glanced at the upper body of the God of Light who was lying on the ground like a dog and trying to get up, then she turned her head to look at the direction where the silver light beam came from.
That was the high and mighty Princess in Purple and a sullen elf. She knew the Princess in Purple.
Who could have thought that the two people who once had such different statuses would have such a reversal at this moment
Cecilia smiled bitterly and released the holy sword in her hand. She could no longer feel the power from the God of Light.
The God of Light is probably dead.
"Well, I think we should have a good talk."
Stepping on the body of the God of Light which was gradually turning into dust.
The former nun said to the saint with a smile.
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"Well, I think we should have a good talk."
Stepping on the head of the God of Light who was gradually turning into dust, the nun first smiled and spoke to the saint who was hesitant to speak, while she knocked the scepter in her hand on the head of the God of Light who was gradually disappearing but did not forget to look at her with resentful eyes.
The God of Light was already dead—Teresa was well aware of this fact. She was not afraid of the possibility that the God of Light might "take over his body".
Because she is now the Saint of Lalumia, if the God of Light wants to take over her body, he must first get past Lalumia, whose power is becoming increasingly powerful.
Besides, she had taken all the protective measures before coming here... The little nun muttered to herself, and after turning her head to look at the soldiers of the United Nations who were clearing out the Old Church Army under her orders, she and Finn looked at each other and felt that it would be more appropriate to fire one more shot.
Although your life is not in danger, it is also a loss if you are upset due to the injury.
Theresa once again raised her scepter high up. Under the gaze of the Night Witch and others who had hurried over, a silver-white flash appeared at the bottom of her scepter again...
“By the way, Cecilia—I don’t know if you understand one thing, the God of Light you believe in is just a dirty ???.
But unfortunately, although my Lord will still give you the right to believe in her, I will never allow you to have any possibility to enter our country."
Theresa smiled and stated, while the elf beside her turned his face away gloomily: Wouldn't it be better to just kill him? It would save trouble and there would be no future troubles... Is it really necessary to go to this extent
But in the final analysis, Finn is understandable - Theresa needs to make a clear distinction between the current Bayer Jans and the Romans.
The Romans would harm innocent people, disobey laws and scriptures, and ignore worldly morals and act recklessly.
But the Bayezids can't do that. The United Nations can't do that. They have a more far-reaching goal, a more powerful monarch, more restrictive laws and higher social ethics.
There was no need for Theresa to allow her people any chance of degenerating into Romans just for a personal grudge.
But in the end, Finn could understand that if she didn't bring her bag... OK. She was willing to accept it. After all, it was a promise.
So, hurry up and hit him with the last blow. The elf urged with her eyes, and when the nun nodded slightly and prepared to shoot the beam of light to completely destroy the God of Light, the God of Light who was stepped on by her cried out in pain, and everyone saw that the body of the God of Light began to turn into dust and dissipate at a faster speed.
What was going on? Before they could figure out what was going on, a loud bang from St. Petersburg attracted everyone's attention.
Under the early morning sunlight, the magnificent St. Petersburg in the distance began to collapse.
"You... You! Don't even think about getting anything from me... Don't even think about it!"
Theresa couldn't help laughing at the hoarse and resentful words of the God of Light.
He is truly worthy of being called Roman's barbarian.
What cannot be taken away must be destroyed. Even if those things did not originally belong to the Romans, they would only think of destroying everything after their failure.
As expected of a Roman. As expected of a Roman God. The white-haired nun smiled sweetly, canceling the divine power gathered at the bottom of the scepter, and then stepped directly on the head of the God of Light, forcing him to eat the black soil on the ground in an extremely humiliating posture.
The nun laughed sarcastically and said, "I'm still thinking about how to "reasonably" destroy the city. Lalumia doesn't care whether she can regain heaven, and our people have no intention of occupying those two places before you die - God of Light, or despicable Mr. Constantine
You really helped a lot. After all, for us now, the destroyed holy city is the best holy city. "
Upon hearing this, the God of Light’s body stiffened for a moment, and then he began to struggle frantically.
But this time Theresa didn't give it any chance.
A beam of silver-white light pierced through the ground and burned the body of the God of Light into pieces.
Sister Teresa just stood on the silver-white flames. These divine flames that could melt the hardest metal did not mean to hurt Teresa. Instead, the saint and the witch subconsciously stepped back several steps until they could no longer feel the heat of the flames. Then they stopped panting.
The God of Light is dead—he is completely dead. The news of the god's death will automatically spread in the hearts of every Roman who once believed in him. For the believers, this is an extremely desperate time.
But for Theresa and Finn, and for places like the United Nations and Isgard that don't believe in the God of Light at all, this can only be good news.
Looking at the Protestant conscripts, except for the Ascetic Sister, who were almost all lying on the ground helplessly and wailing in pain, Theresa had reason to suspect that these conscripts were even unwilling to believe that the God of Light would really kill them until just now. They were truly ignorant people.
Although Bayerjans' worship of the Purple Royal Family is indeed a problem...
But at least the Bayerjans would be willing to think about whether the current purple royal family is worthy of loyalty, right
It took me a lot of effort to gain people's loyalty from the bottom of their hearts with the help of Yang Hao...
Otherwise, I had to rely on myself to enter the underground as the Purple Princess? Don't be ridiculous.
If this was really the only achievement I had and I was still a doll-like character in the end, I'm afraid the Bayer people would have changed their government by now -
Theresa sighed. A sigh for the pity of the Romans.
And just at this moment, Finn smiled grimly: "So, can we get to the point, Theresa?"
“That’s right.”
Theresa turned her attention back to the saint and the witch who were a little further away from her.
She snapped her fingers, dispersing the surrounding silver-white flames, and the body of the God of Light on the ground completely disappeared without a trace.
It was at this time that Elena and Naluga came over from the back and whispered that Yang Hao and the others had returned to the main camp. Should they be notified to come over
How could they possibly let them come? This was originally a private matter that Theresa and Finn wanted to handle on their own…
Looking at the synthetic doll who had a calm face but seemed to have some plans in private and was eager to try, Theresa and Finn had no choice but to give Elena a chance to get close to Yang Hao. After asking Naluga to keep an eye on her, they could finally formally negotiate with the Protestants.
The first step in battlefield negotiations needs to be resolved as quickly as possible.
As a winner, Theresa acted decisively.
She wouldn't be as emotionally affected as Finn, so she wouldn't kill the two women she knew who now posed no threat, but that didn't mean she would let her guard down.
"As I just said... Although we in the United Nations have no intention of killing you, we are too lazy to occupy these pieces of garbage land. After the Holy City is destroyed, there is no need for us to take back a pile of ruins."
Dressed in simple yet luxurious clothes, Theresa stood high above them. Saint Cecilia had to look up to barely withstand Theresa's slightly contemptuous gaze.
"But as a most basic condition... you will never be allowed to enter the United Nations. No matter what happens. In addition, we will not accept any of your diplomatic and trade conditions, and we will not allow you to take the initiative to approach the ten-kilometer range around Yang Hao... Doesn't it sound like a war treaty
No, we don't care at all. You are worse than the losers in this war, so this is not asking for your opinion.
You either choose to accept it or die here - this is the choice I fought for you. For the sake of our past acquaintance and the fact that you, little witch, didn't have time to take action at that time. I will give you a chance."
The nun's calm statement made the saint and the witch look at each other with difficulty.
Indeed, they have no chance to make any choice, and it is even more impossible for them to bargain because they have no bargaining chips at all.
Opportunities only come to those who are capable of taking action. Obviously, this time they had neither the opportunity nor the ability to resist - it would be better to say that they could not even take action, let alone put forward their own opinions.
So... the Saint could only say: "We are willing to accept all conditions."
"Oh? I thought this would be troublesome?"
"For the time being, after ascending to the ground, I have also realized that my identity is not omnipotent... So, Theresa, you can say whatever you want to say. I am very clear about my current identity and situation. I only hope that you can give the poor people who have finally survived a chance to live."
"Then who will give a chance to those demons who were slaughtered for no reason? Who will give a chance to the elves whose relatives died in your invasion?"