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"Hurry, we can't let the ritual continue! Find a way to unleash the true power of those angels!" Lin Han's voice echoed in Xue Wushuang's ears, sounding like a series of hoarse electric currents.
At such a critical moment, how could you still be concerned about others? Fat Cat completely ignored him, leaping onto Zou Wu's ribbon-like tail and landing smoothly, gathering all of Lin Han into its embrace, fearful of Zhou Tong and Meng Yan causing further harm.
In the beginning, God created the world.
At this moment, a colossal voice suddenly emerged from the Sky Dome. Even the Magician was taken aback; he slowly retracted his wildly grinning expression and fixed his gaze on the Sky Dome with his dark hole of a face, murmuring, "Chronicle of Creation? You want to kill me here?" With a cold smirk, the Magician's aura finally shifted.
Then, this enigmatic master whom even Zao Yan could not see through twisted his mechanical head and looked toward Zhou Tong. "The most interesting part is about to begin. This time, we might actually bite off an angel. Excited?"
I only see that these circumstances exceed your expectations. Zhou Tong's expression darkened as the power of fire elements began to spread from him. The Qingming Sect's connection to fallen emotional energies surged within him, bringing a heavy atmosphere.
It's the Pope! He has come personally!
The Pope is here! We are saved; a divine being has come to rescue us; angels are here to save us!
Voices erupted in the square as people witnessed Lomoshi's presence. Most began to feel exhilarated; with this Old Pope around, there was nothing to worry about.
"You are doomed!" At that moment, Lomoshi finally appeared in the Sky Dome. As the most powerful Pope of the Holy Court Empire, he revealed his strongest status, divine light enveloping his entire being, with layers of white feathers cascading around him.
God said, "Let there be light," and before him lay an ancient tome radiating a faint golden light. This was the oldest special item preserved in the Holy Court Empire, capable of directly connecting to legendary divine traces and channeling divine power into oneself.
The crowd from the Four Great Empires gathered in the square, each faction preparing for action. Ji Yan lifted a Lin Han no larger than a finger onto his shoulder and gazed at Lomoshi's displayed power in astonishment. He couldn't help but murmur, "Chronicle of Creation—that is the Holy Court Empire's most crucial means; this Old Guy is serious!"
Is he insane? To act in such a place against the Azure Abyss Cult—the most lethal force with the greatest impact—does Lomoshi not care about his own empire? Wu Qinghong hurriedly spoke up.
On Ji Yan's shoulder, Lin Han furrowed his brow tightly despite being no bigger than a bird. Covering his head with one hand, he said solemnly, "No, something feels off. The Magician still has something up his sleeve that he hasn't revealed!"
His perception reached its peak as angelic white wings in the Sky Dome completely obscured the blue sky. Those black eyes were now staring blankly at their surroundings.
Indeed, on that tall building where the Magician resided, there was a strand of golden light being torn into ribbons and merging into the Deception Ritual.
If possible, do your best.
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