sovbooks Chapter 31 Then please, Pope, speak up, I'll go out now.
Chapter 31 Then please, Pope, speak up, I'll go out now.
The main sanctuary of the Holy Light Church is not a single room, but a precisely calculated theology.
Its depth is a kind of taming—starting from the bronze gate inlaid with reliefs of the seven virtues and the seven deadly sins, one's gaze and consciousness seem to be drawn into it.
On both sides are twenty-four Corinthian columns, whose shafts are not smooth marble, but are carved with spiral scrolls depicting the suffering of saints throughout history and the light brought by angels sent down to earth by God.
Walking here, Li Xingzhou could feel as if he were stepping on the spine of time, but his steps did not falter in the slightest.
Not only did he not have any, he also brazenly looked around.
The dome disappears into a dark height that is difficult to measure with the naked eye, but that is not the limit of architecture, but rather a divine height that believers cannot fathom.
Just one glance at it makes you feel incredibly small.
For Li Xingzhou, this feeling had not occurred for a long time.
No wonder they are hailed as the strongest Skywing Clan in this world.
Li Xingzhou looked ahead. The light here was not for illumination, but for law, for order, and for a strict hierarchy.
The Supreme Light represents the Pope, the Light of Order represents the Cardinals, and the Humble Light represents the many believers.
At the far end of the hall, behind the altar, on the three steps, stands the ivory throne, symbolizing the Pope. It is inlaid with the bones of a giant beast and whale teeth, and the ends of the armrests are the heads of roaring lions.
The seat was very high, with its back against a huge stained-glass window whose colors and composition exuded majesty and violence, above which was a picture of the Seraphim's final judgment.
Pope Hill III of the Holy Light Church sat enthroned upon her, the backlighting casting her as a majestic silhouette, while the sword of the seraph on the stained-glass window seemed to emerge from behind her shoulder—
The spokesperson of God on earth is visually integrated with the power of judgment in the Kingdom of Heaven, weaving together to form the most undeniable implication.
Li Xingzhou stopped in his tracks.
"Since you have seen the Pope, why don't you bow down?"
A majestic and ethereal voice emanated from the cardinal beside the pope. In an instant, light appeared on the twenty-four giant pillars, and the profound gospel, like the sound of heaven, struck straight to the soul.
"Naturally, it's because..."
Li Xingzhou stomped heavily on the black and white marble checkerboard floor and leaped to his feet: "The Pope sits too high, I don't like it!"
boom!
More dazzling and intensely hot than gold, primordial energy surged forth from Li Xingzhou's body, crashing down like a blazing sun onto the Pope seated on his throne.
Li Xingzhou came here for the Cup of Heaven in the Pope's hands. Now that he has seen it, he lays his cards on the table and stops pretending!
The cardinal's expression changed drastically. The aura of death was palpable, and she instantly realized that she was no match for him.
Her expression changed, and she stepped back, moving behind His Holiness the Pope.
The woman on the throne slightly raised her eyes, and for the first time, a hint of emotion appeared on her usually calm face, but her voice remained undisturbed.
"Disrespect is forbidden here."
Word magic, order.
Six magnificent letters, 'SANCTUS,' emerged in golden outline from the air behind her. Each letter was taller than a person and burned with a holy flame that had no temperature but was enough to scorch the soul.
They are not attacks, but the embodiment of the law.
The letters floated silently, and the space instantly became as heavy as lead. Li Xingzhou felt an invisible force pressing down on him, as if telling him: You, here, deserve to kneel in worship.
The Pope said the same thing.
However, Li Xingzhou's physique remained unaffected.
So-called word magic, in essence, is simply the power of words to manifest. Li Xingzhou was not afraid of it at all.
"I don't believe in that!"
Li Xingzhou raised his hand and clenched it. There was no loud noise, no flash of light, but those six brilliant letters seemed to have been brutally erased from the level of 'existence' by an invisible hand.
It's not about shattering, but about allowing the concept of 'order' to collapse into 'undefined' here and now!
Even without being able to use spiritual power, Li Xingzhou's body, which had already reached the pinnacle of body refinement, had long since formed its own Great Dao.
The Dao lies hidden within his body!
I am the Tao!
The immense pressure vanished abruptly, and Li Xingzhou had already closed in on the Pope, delivering a powerful punch.
The Pope's expression finally softened; his blue eyes were filled with solemnity, but he remained calm.
"heresy!"
The Pope parted his red lips slightly; this word was no longer a judgment, but a reshaping of reality.
She raised her slender fingers, and in an instant, centered on her fingertips, light ceased to be a medium for illumination and instead became a tyrant that filled everything.
"Purification transforms into sweet candy!"
A burst of golden light erupted, and as the golden light contracted, Li Xingzhou in sight transformed into a white candy floating in mid-air—milk-flavored.
The cardinal was overjoyed. How dare they show off in front of His Holiness the Pope! They deserved to be taken down by His Holiness the Pope.
The Pope watched this scene calmly, then beckoned with his finger: "Come... um?!"
call out!
The milky-white candy suddenly slammed straight into him, and the Pope, who had never encountered such a situation before, was immediately hit with a bump on his forehead.
"ah--"
The Pope, his head tilted back, instinctively opened his mouth, and in that split second, 'Candy' Li Xingzhou slipped inside, and then—
It rampaged wildly along the throat!
This pope has definitely never read Journey to the West!
Do you really think that just because you've turned into candy, there's nothing you can do?
"ah--"
Pope Hill III of the Holy Light Church clutched his stomach, his handsome face contorted with pain, and cold sweat poured uncontrollably from his forehead.
"g...get out...of my..."
Li Xingzhou said he didn't understand, and continued crashing!
"Well……"
Hill III arched her back more and more violently, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, but she dared not launch an attack on her own body.
A twisted, agonizing scream escaped her lips, and the cardinal beside her quickly said, "Your Holiness, does he not understand what you are saying?"
Hill III didn't believe in that.
He clearly understood what I just said!
but……
"Come out...come out..." Queen Hill III's voice trembled, and her pronunciation, though not perfect, escaped from her trembling red lips: "I...I can agree to any condition you desire..."
Damn it, once I get out, I'll definitely kill you!
"really?"
As a sound came from his belly, Hill III's lips twitched, and he had a feeling that he was pregnant.
"Not going to say anything? In that case, I'll go to the palace..."
King Hill III's expression changed drastically: "No, really, really!"
"Then please open your mouth, Your Holiness, and I will go out now."
King Hill III quickly opened his mouth, and the moment he saw the candy, he hastily withdrew his spell.
A murderous intent was revealed in his eyes.
But with her body still convulsing, how could she possibly keep up with Li Xingzhou's speed?
As soon as he emerged and returned to his original form, Li Xingzhou reached out and placed his hand on the head of King Hill III, who was wearing a crown.
A celestial being touched my head, and with a single, powerful stroke, opened my heavenly spirit!
A vast sea of consciousness poured down!
"Aaaaaahh ...
Queen Hill III's delicate body trembled as if struck by lightning, her blue pupils gradually rolled upwards, and she, who had not gotten off her seat even when she was in unbearable pain, now uncontrollably slid to the ground until... her knees were on the ground beneath her robes.
This guy isn't as strong as his sister?
That makes sense, though. If he were truly stronger than his sister, he wouldn't have resorted to using those psychotropic drugs to knock on the country's doorstep.
Li Xingzhou sat down in Hill III's original chair without a care in the world, and surprisingly, it was quite comfortable.
He grabbed the exquisite necklace around Hill III's neck, pulled it towards her, forcing her to raise her head, and then bent down to look into her blue, misty eyes.
Where is the Heaven's Feel?
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