The transparent Holy Light beam inflicted heavy damage on Hilder—not only was his entire body scorched, but a bowl-sized transparent hole was blasted through his chest. If he hadn’t shifted his body two inches at the critical moment, that beam would have shattered his heart core outright.
The Church of the Holy Light’s believers saw this scene and erupted in cheers.
The believers of the Church of the Holy Light saw this and couldn’t help but cheer.
“Trash!”
One of them withdrew her gaze and snapped in a low voice.
“You bastards actually dared to ambush me? I’ll kill you all!”
Hilder climbed up from the ground, his wounds writhing with surging flesh and blood. In an instant, the bowl-sized transparent hole in his chest had completely healed.
But at that moment—
The giant sword, long spear, and three-headed lion lunged at him once again.
“Get lost—all of you!”
Hilder roared, blood-qi surging all around him. His explosive aura distorted the surrounding space.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
It was like a giant madly pounding a drum—three earth-shaking crashes rang out. The giant sword, long spear, and three-headed lion were all sent flying by the rampaging Hilder. At the same time, the flesh wings on his back flapped violently, and he turned into a streak of blood-red light, shooting straight toward the Papal complex!
“Fool!”
The woman on the rooftop cursed again. After a thousand years of Holy Light blessing, every blade of grass and tree in the Papal complex was saturated with sacred power. Hilder, in a daze, was actually trying to charge into the Papacy and slaughter the red-robed cardinals.
Sure enough—
As soon as she finished speaking, a massive, milk-white sacred barrier rose from within the Papal complex, forming a giant halo that enveloped the entire Papacy.
“Bang!”
Hilder, trying to break into the Papacy, was instantly bounced back and scorched, slammed hard into the ground by the rebound.
“Kill!”
Pope Gary II chanted another incantation, and yet another creature flew out from the Light Bible—a colossal Western dragon, towering over ten zhang tall.
After summoning the dragon, Pope Gary II’s face turned pale.
The Light Bible had eighteen sealed creatures inside. With his cultivation, he could safely summon at most three. Now, forcing out a fourth was already pushing him to the absolute limit.
“Roar! Roar!”
The dragon howled, its massive sound waves whipping up tornadoes. Then, it lashed its tail.
“Bang!”
The dragon’s tail moved with incredible speed. Hilder hadn’t even managed to dodge before he was sent flying.
The thousand-year heritage of the Papacy is no joke. Otherwise, how could it have suppressed the werewolves, vampires, and the Dark Church for so long?
“Damn it!”
Staring at the dragon charging toward him, Hilder’s eyes flashed with shock and fear. That tail swipe just now had nearly torn his body apart.
“Thud, thud, thud!”
Just then, the giant sword, long spear, and three-headed lion crept up and left three fresh wounds on him.
The Vampire Clan might be known for their immortality, recovering quickly from injuries, but that costs blood energy. Once their blood energy is exhausted, they die just like anyone else.
“Bang!”
The dragon’s tail struck again, sending Hilder flying once more.
“Run!”
He didn’t even bother healing his wounds—he dashed off in the opposite direction of the dragon.
With the four summoned creatures from the Pope working together, he didn’t stand a chance.
“Boom!”
But just as he took off, a sudden beam of light appeared—it was a red-robed cardinal from the Papacy, who had long since prepared a finishing move and was lying in wait.