Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 139 - 112 Pope!

Chapter 139: Chapter 112 Pope!

"Holy Light Exorcism!"

Wu Xiaode exclaimed.

The Holy Word Book opened before him, with layers of light emerging.

A monster that had just rushed up was instantly repelled and flung away.

The book turned another page.

The Mechanism Bishop reviewed the magic on this page, ultimately pointing to the fifth paragraph, third line.

Wu Xiaode recited:

"Fading star, extinguish this darkness!"

A bishop pressed his hand on the Holy Word Skill, activating the magic.

A clump of holy light coalesced and swooped out, striking the monster forcefully.

Half of the monster’s body was completely dissolved.

It couldn’t even let out a scream before half of its body lay on the ground, motionless.

All around, silence prevailed.

After a while,

a believer murmured, "Too powerful... This must be at least a bishop-level magic!"

By Wu Xiaode’s side, the bishop stepped back, yielding his place.

The Pastor walked up, standing beside Wu Xiaode.

—It was his turn to cast the next magic.

Yet, Wu Xiaode did not rush to release the magic.

The number of demons around them continued to increase.

But the massive city gate remained tightly closed.

The entire Church Court was fashioned into a military fortress; some people were engaged in defensive warfare on the fortress, but no one came to open the gate for them.

It seemed they had been abandoned, even used as expendables, to temporarily fend off the demon’s siege.

"Judge, the people inside won’t open the gate for us!"

A priest said despairingly.

People felt some resentment.

It was their loyalty to the Holy Sect that had brought them across mountains and rivers, risking their lives to come to the Church Court to contribute their efforts.

And they couldn’t even get through the gate.

Wu Xiaode, with a calm expression, said, "Perhaps there are too many demons, and the Church Court lacks enough hands to come down and open the gate for us."

"My Lord, what should we do?"

People gathered around him, standing by his side.

Everyone was fully aware, if this fervent Fanatic Judge were to turn and leave, this small team would instantly be annihilated.

Wu Xiaode stood with his back against the city gate, looking out over the battlefield.

The demons were still attacking the city relentlessly.

However, besides their own group, there were several other teams struggling desperately.

—These were all people who had returned from outside the Church Court.

Pity the gate remained closed.

All they could do was fight the demons on the spot.

"Our numbers are too few, we must rally everyone,"

Wu Xiaode declared sternly.

He didn’t care what others thought, and with a move of his body, he charged toward a team of believers besieged by demons.

The remaining people looked at each other.

"If you don’t want to die, follow him!" someone shouted.

Everyone hastily followed.

The lateral movement on the battlefield immediately drew the attention of the demons and the soldiers on the city walls.

A swarm of humanoid bugs with grey shells rushed towards Wu Xiaode’s side.

Wu Xiaode tapped the Holy Word Book.

The pages turned again.

The Pastor stood in the mist, scanning a page of the book, then quickly pointed at one line, tapping it lightly before swiftly sketching a few characters:

"Loud."

Wu Xiaode received the signal and shouted aloud:

"By the Divine Light, save this end-time, let us all pray!"

His voice carried far and wide.

Several groups still battling with the monsters turned their heads incredulously towards him.

"He recited a Holy Magic that only the Pastor could cast."

"Impossible, that move has been lost!"

"—It’s a Fanatic Judge!"

"What do we do?"

"He can’t possibly know that move!"

Everyone seemed hesitant.

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly:

"Damn, if we keep resisting, we’re all going to die. If he’s joking, he’ll die too!"

That person then threw down his weapons, stepped back, and recited loudly: "God pities mankind, who suffers greatly!"

With that initiation, the rest followed suit, chanting:

"God pities mankind, who suffers greatly!"

"God pities mankind, who suffers greatly!"

This chant resonated on the battlefield, gradually forming tangible patterns of light that fell upon the Holy Word Book.

The Pastor pressed his hand on the Holy Word Book.

The next instant—

Boom!

Boundless blazing Holy Light surged from Wu Xiaode, rapidly transforming into soaring light, linking him with the believers reciting the prayer.

Everyone vanished from their spots and appeared around Wu Xiaode.

The Pastor stood to the left of Wu Xiaode, turned his head, and snapped his fingers.

The Mechanism Bishop and the other two bishops moved up to protect Wu Xiaode’s right side, silently reciting the same prayer.

With these high-level figures covertly enhancing the magic, the power of the spell surpassed all historical records.

Boom!!!

An infinite Holy Light enveloped Wu Xiaode.

He smiled at the crowd, saying, "Follow me."

Having said that, he then ran towards the direction of the city wall.

The Holy Light emanated from him, forming a bright and glaring halo behind him.

The believers walked over the halo unharmed.

But any demon that tried to approach was immediately burned to ash by the halo’s power.

From the city wall down below, one could see a figure enveloped in magnificent Holy Light, leading all the trapped believers straight towards the city gate.

At this moment, it was no longer a question of whether the gate would open or not.

Such astonishing power, if they had not opened the city gates, the enemies could have smashed through them directly!

Boom Boom Boom—

The city gates slowly opened.

As the running people witnessed this scene, they couldn’t help but cheer.

Wu Xiaode charged into the city first.

Everyone else followed into the city.

Behind them, the Holy Light was still burning fiercely.

The monsters could not enter the city with them.

Everyone watched this scene as if it were a miracle.

Wu Xiaode himself also felt somewhat emotional.

He practiced boxing and Sword Skill, understood Sword Intent, and gradually recognized various powers; he had also sensed various incredible Holy Powers just now.

Did the Holy Sect actually possess such formidable Holy Power?

—How could the One-eyed Giant possess such Holy Power?

It was so evil, cruel, and profit-driven!

Suddenly.

The Book of the Dead fell from mid-air in front of Wu Xiaode, opening up to reveal row upon row of ice crystal small characters:

"Holy Power has its ways, originating from the true Holy Lord."

"The One-eyed Giant merely pilfered it."

So it was like this.

Wu Xiaode cleared his thoughts and held the Holy Word Book in his hand, looking ahead.

He saw a bishop clad in a white cloak standing in front of everyone, spreading his arms and saying, "Welcome, dedicated Believers of the Holy Sect."

"Someone, take everyone down to rest and treat their injuries."

"Judge, your strength is considerably strong, and we are currently in need of warriors like you, please come with me."

With those several commands, someone immediately came to take care of everyone.

A few Pastors, Archbishops, and elders followed behind Wu Xiaode, exchanging glances and feeling something was amiss.

"A white robe signifies a major event," a Pastor whispered behind Wu Xiaode.

"The situation outside is terrible, and it seems you also need support here; let’s not talk more, let’s go," Wu Xiaode said.

"Exactly so," the white-cloaked bishop echoed repeatedly.

The two walked side by side toward the church.

With so many Church Court experts around, Wu Xiaode responded smoothly, his speech flawless, quickly winning the white-cloaked bishop’s favor.

While walking through the cemetery.

Wu Xiaode conversed with the bishop, simultaneously shifting his gaze slowly and noticing several new tombstones erected in the cemetery not long ago.

White Tiger caught the hint and dashed past to scan them, then came back and said, "In this era, they have all died."

Archbishop.

Cardinal.

Pastor.

These past few years, they had all died.

Yes, this was the three years when demons continually descended, who could withstand so many terrifying creatures?

—What about the Pope?

A thought crossed Wu Xiaode’s mind, he asked, "Is our venerable and respected Pope all right?"

"He is asleep, it might take a while before he wakes up," said the white-cloaked bishop.

"I would like to see him," Wu Xiaode stated.

This probe was too direct, but Wu Xiaode was prepared for anything.

Yet, the other party revealed an expression as if it were only natural.

"Come with me," said the white-cloaked bishop.

The two made their way toward the church.

The White Tiger, hidden in the silent Demon Mist, was about to follow when it suddenly remembered something.

It pressed its paw to the ground.

Outside the city gates, those slain monsters’ bodies merged, rising from the ground and disappearing into the Void.

...

Pushing open the door.

Wu Xiaode caught sight of the Pope immediately.

He lay in his coffin with a bowl-sized hole in his chest, surrounded by fresh flowers, his expression serene.

Believers were walking around his body, continuously reciting doctrines.

Dead?

Wu Xiaode was stunned.

The church’s main doors closed.

The white-cloaked bishop whispered, "The Pope has left us, and next, we must immediately select the new Pope."

"Even someone as powerful as he could die?" Wu Xiaode murmured.

"Yesterday, the Pope said he was going to search for the legendary Dark Scepter."

"Dark Scepter?"

"Yes, it is meant to handle the current situation."

"And then?"

"It is said that in an underground tunnel excavated by the military, the Pope exerted all his power to fight the demons and eventually succeeded in finding relics from a past era, but he could not find the scepter,"

Wu Xiaode was stunned.

The white-cloaked elder sorrowfully said, "Outnumbered, the Pope was ultimately defeated by the monsters, forced to retreat, and soon left this world."

Wu Xiaode lowered his gaze.

—He went to the underground tunnel, huh.

That was indeed a coincidence.

The Dark Scepter was taken by himself.

No matter how desperately the Pope fought, he could only return empty-handed.

At that time, the situation was very dangerous, and even himself, carrying a death system ability like the silent Demon Mist, had to use the Space Transporter to leave the underground tunnel.

The Pope... probably got trapped inside.

The ground was full of demons, including some very high-level ones.

It seems he truly died.

"What should we do now?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"The Holy Sect cannot be without a leader for even a day, we must immediately select a new Pope!" said the white-cloaked elder.

Wu Xiaode looked at the Pope’s body.

The red scepter the Pope clutched in his embrace emitted faint vibrations.

He had obtained two of the three scepters.

Only this one remained.

"You are right to act swiftly to immediately select a new Pope, I support this decision," Wu Xiaode slowly stated.