Chapter 577: 518
His figure instantly transford into a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside the Demon Dragon.
“It’s ti, the Fischer family must continue!”
The voice of the Demon Dragon thundered in Chris’s ears, filled with an unmistakable determination, and the image of his father Byrne appeared in his eyes.
Both n’s gazes simultaneously locked onto the Pope of Redemption in the distance, who was surrounded by a holy light, seeming omnipotent.
“Foolish Fischers, you have always been profaning the Gods, serving the most fearso End, daring to challenge the authority of the Gods!”
“Unforgivable!”
The voice of the Pope of Redemption bood like thunder, echoing between heaven and earth, and with a wave of his scepter, nurous lights and runes descended from the sky, attempting to trap both the Demon Dragon and Chris within.
Darren soared into the sky, effortlessly avoiding the lights and runes while simultaneously exhaling scorching Dragon Breath, pushing forcefully toward the Pope of Redemption.
Chris, utilizing his ability to Instant Teleport, rapidly maneuvered around the Pope of Redemption, seeking an opportunity for a fatal strike.
Each of his appearances was accompanied by a cold light, and the white bones flashed through the air like lightning, straight towards their target.
The Pope of Redemption suddenly displayed unprecedented Divine Power, a force beyond mortal comprehension, as if he himself were a part of the universe, able to freely manipulate the elents and rules of the cosmos.
The Pope raised his hands high, his eyes gleaming with a light not of this world, chanting ancient and mysterious spells.
As the spell resounded, the previously bright constellations in the sky suddenly dimd, clouds thickened, and thunder roared as if the entire world trembled with his power.
Subsequently, an indescribable energy fluctuation burst forth from within the Pope, transforming into a dazzling golden beam of light, striking Darren and Chris who were attacking with full force.
This golden beam contained destructive power, instantly tearing apart even the sturdy dragon scales of the Demon Dragon to reveal a bloodied flesh beneath.
Chris was thrown back by this force, tumbling through the air several tis before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood, evidently severely wounded.
“This is the consequence of challenging the Gods.”
The calm voice of the Pope of Redemption echoed through heaven and earth, filled with an authoritative and undeniable power.
Darren and Chris struggled to lift their heads, looking towards the approaching Pope with eyes devoid of resignation or despair, but still not giving up the fight.
Because of the “Scapegoat” effect, and as the Pope of Redemption had just exhausted his strength against Darren and Chris, the mbers of the Fischer family and the Dawn Church suddenly beca able to move, no longer restrained by his power.
Even in dire straits, they did not abandon hope, all rallying to augnt the powers of Chris and Darren, and Archer restored their condition completely.
The wounds of Chris and Darren visibly healed at a visible rate, their exhausted bodies revitalized.
The Pope of Redemption simply watched this scene calmly.
“Will you continue to resist?”
The Demon Dragon let out a low growl with difficulty, and Chris gripped the dagger in his hands tightly, his gaze still determined, as if ready for one last struggle.
At this critical juncture, a previously unseen phenonon suddenly surged through heaven and earth.
Black mist gathered from all directions, swiftly enveloping the entire battlefield like the coming of night, completely swallowing the holy light of the Pope of Redemption.
The thick, black mist, filled with ancient and mysterious power, aroused reverence and an indescribable fear in all beings, who sensed this extraordinary phenonon.
“Has the End… revived?”
A hint of disbelief and horror seeped through the voice of the Pope of Redemption.
“This is… the power of the Lord of the Lost!”
Darren’s voice was filled with awe, sensing so connection between himself and this power, as if he were the incarnation of this force, a ssenger of the God of Demise on earth.
Chris too felt the baptism of this power, his gaze sharpening, and the white bones in his hand seemingly endowed with life, gleaming coldly.
He knew that at this mont, they were no longer fighting alone, but had the powerful backing of the Lord of the Lost.
The Pope of Redemption, under the impact of this force, trembled violently, his face turning instantly pale as paper.
“Another seal has been broken!”
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