I am the heroine's godfather!

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Lestinger frowned; she didn't remember ever seeing this guy before.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself."

The alchemist yawned and said, "I am the Pope Gluttony. I was in that vicinity when you were in the Elf Forest..."

"Heh, so what? What are you trying to say?"

Lester gripped the greatsword tightly, and Pope Gluttony scratched his head, saying with some distress, "I don't really want to fight, but because that guy crippled Apoptosis and Corruption, only a few of us are left to work... So even if it's just to get the job done, I can't let you kill all the trash behind me."

Upon hearing Pope Gluttony call him trash, the High Priest couldn't help but show his displeasure, but he dared not utter a single word.

After all, they were counting on this person right now. If it weren't for this person, Lestinger would have torn them apart very quickly.

But he still said, "Sir, there are forbidden techniques hidden in the third mining area! Once they are used, even Lesterlinger will not be able to gain any advantage!"

"Ah, then there's no need to mention it."

Pope Gluttony waved his hand: "If that thing were really used, it's hard to say who would die."

Standing behind Lestinger, Diana frowned. Could it be that the Gluttonous Pope had already discovered Lord Lorian's scheme?

"Tsk, I don't know what the hell you're babbling about, but in short, you just want to fight, right!"

Lestinger's greatsword burst into flames: "Then let's try it!"

The Lich King's Court - The Eternal Resting Place.

"It's so boring."

The Pope of the End slowly reached out his hand: "Lord of the Fallen Angels, your strength is inferior to mine. You should surrender sooner rather than later."

"Yes, after all, you are a senior who became a seventh-order expert a thousand years ago."

Lucifer smiled faintly: "I alone may indeed be no match for you, but... who told you that I am the only saint present?"

"what?"

The Pope of the End frowned: "Neither Satan nor the King of Vampires are here... Could it be that the Lich King is planning to make a move?"

However, in the next second, an arrow pierced through the Undead Legion, carrying a gust of wind, and charged toward the Pope of the End!

"what?"

The Pope of the End reached out, his magic binding the arrow tightly. But the next moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Loran held the Holy Trinity Judgment and slashed down straight down!

Chapter 212 Running so fast!

The Pope's expression changed as he saw Loran's sword almost upon him, with no way to avoid it! He could only sigh, and the large bell behind him vibrated. Then, everyone's movements froze.

Although they were all saints, Loran and the others were only paused for less than a second, but that second was enough for the Pope of the End to dodge an attack that could have severely injured him.

Time begins to flow.

Loran's sword strike missed its mark, and he couldn't help but click his tongue. If that sword strike had hit, it could have severely injured the Pope of the End, but it missed.

This time, it was because the Pope of the End subconsciously ignored Loran and Estia that the two had the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

It will be difficult to have such a good opportunity again next time.

As expected, every normal saint has some trump cards, more or less. The Pope of the End, who was a saint a thousand years ago, couldn't possibly be without any trump cards.

Rather, it's rather strange that the Pope of the End, who was a saint a thousand years ago, hasn't broken through to the eighth rank, given that all the other paladins have broken through to the seventh rank.

"The aura of the Papacy."

The Pope of the End narrowed his eyes: "And, the elves... two saints?"

"Now, the offense and defense are aliens."

Lucifer smiled faintly, while the lich elders looked panicked: "This, how is this possible! How can there be two saints by your side!"

Loran's disguise slowly dissipated, revealing his true form to the lich elders, as did Estia.

The lich elders finally recognized the two and exclaimed in surprise, "Lorian and Estia!!! Why is it you two!"

"It's been a long time, everyone."

Loran gave a slightly mischievous smile: "Have you missed me?"

The Pope of the End frowned. Since his awakening, he had also gathered some information about this era. Among them, the names Lorian, Estia, and Christine were mentioned the most frequently by those below the Saintess.

Three saints, and the one named Lorian is very likely a saint who is proficient in both martial arts and magic.

Tsk.

The Pope of the End immediately reached out and dropped a peculiar device. Loran narrowed his eyes, just about to see what tricks this guy had up his sleeve, when he noticed the large clock behind him vibrating again.

Loran reached out and set up a defense in front of him, but a second later, the expected attack did not come.

He looked again, and there was no trace of the enemy in front of him.

Run so fast!

Loran was somewhat shocked. "Is this your escape route, the end?"

"What a pity, he got away."

Lucifer was also somewhat shocked; she hadn't expected the Pope of the End to flee so decisively. She could have sealed off the space in just a moment, leaving these guys with nowhere to escape.

"That's why they say he's a senior figure."

Loran sighed: "Putting everything else aside, their ability to run away is unparalleled."

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Deep within the blood pool, Lamia's scythe gleamed with a cold light, and blood surged forth, converging into a powerful torrent that crashed towards the Bloodthirsty Pope.

The Bloodthirsty Pope frowned, his staff rapidly gathering magic power to barely withstand Lamia's attack.

"How frail."

Lamia sneered, "With such meager strength, you dare to spout nonsense before me! You should atone with your death!"

"Tsk, what a crazy woman."

The Bloodthirsty Pope's face was gloomy: "But if you really think that's all I've got, you're sorely mistaken!"

The staff in his hand emitted a dazzling red light, and strange, blood-dripping dragon wings appeared behind him.

"It tastes disgusting."

Lamia sneered, and the bat wings behind her began to flap, causing blood to begin to congeal.

The Bloodthirsty Pope's staff shone brightly once more, magic surging forth. Just as the powerful attack was about to strike, his expression suddenly changed, and then his face turned somewhat grim.

"Tsk, I'll let you off this time."

He took the strange device from his pocket and threw it down abruptly. Lamia frowned, wielding his scythe and reaping the lives of many rebels, but even more rebels had already been taken away.

Did they... run away?

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Lestinger clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction: "What's the point of always hiding in your turtle shell! Come out and fight me fair and square!"

"No, I am just an alchemist, I don't have their power."

Pope Gluttony yawned: "Besides, there's no need to settle things today."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Wait... Look, it's here."

He stood up, tossed down a piece of equipment, and said, "All done, that's it!"

"what?"

Lester looked puzzled. He clearly couldn't break through this guy's defenses at all, so why was this guy retreating first?

Even if Lilith or Lucifer wins a major victory, it will still take them some time to get here.

But she had no time to think about it anymore. Seeing the smoke rising, she knew those people were about to leave. Lestergold swung his greatsword down, but it was blocked by a rather fair hand.

Then, a strange device was tossed into Lestinger's hands, and a faint voice drifted into her ears: "Give this to Lorian."

"ha?!!"

However, when the smoke cleared, there was no one left behind. No one could answer Lestinger's bewilderment.

Diana stepped forward: "My lord, what is this?"

"That guy told me to give it to Lorian."

Lestinger looked puzzled: "Do you think I should listen to him?"

"Well."

Diana pondered for a moment: "I think it's best to hand it over to Lord Lorian."

"Why? What if there's a bomb inside? What if this guy is secretly plotting to kill Lorian?"

"grown ups."

Diana sighed: "Leaving aside what kind of bomb could explode under the noses of five saints, Lord Lorian is the agent of the saintess. How could he not have the saintess's blessing? This kind of bomb could not possibly harm him."

"Um, that's true... So I'll just give it to him then?"

"Leistingel asked," Diana nodded, then looked puzzled. "However, my lord, I find this Gluttonous Pope rather strange."

"I see it."

Lester clicked his tongue: "He's clearly very strong, but he just won't make a move and keeps defending... What's wrong with this guy?"

"Perhaps Lord Lorian has the answer?"

Diana spoke up, and Lestinger nodded: "I think that's possible... Never mind, I'll go to the Demon King's Palace later. Lucifer also needs to call us for a meeting to do a post-battle debriefing... Diana, you stay here and guard against their counterattack."

"Yes, my lord."

Chapter 213 Next Step: Breaking Through to the Eighth Tier

“你的意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】是，这是暴食教皇送来的东西？”

"Yes."

Lestinger nodded and said, "Although I don't know what this guy is thinking, after discussing it with Diana, I still think we should show it to you."

"The Pope Gluttony? You have connections with him?"

Estia was somewhat puzzled. Loran nodded and recounted his encounter with the Gluttonous Pope in the Elf Forest. Lucifer listened, a thoughtful expression on his face: "You mean, the Gluttonous Pope might not truly be the Pope of the evil gods?"

"Yes, although I don't know why... we can't completely trust him."

Loran nodded and said. Lamia sneered and said, "No matter what, why don't we just open that thing and take a look? Even if he has some scheme, we're all here. What can he possibly do?"

"That's true, but I think we still need to be more cautious."

Estia retorted, "What if he has some backup plan?"

"Heh, coward."

“Estia is right.”

Loran sighed, "But we can't just stay here in this stalemate."

"Too."

Lucifer sighed and said, "Let's set up some defensive spells to prevent any problems from arising."

"can."

After thinking it over, Estia agreed. The four of them then worked together to set up defensive magic. As for why there were five people present, but only four of them actually attacked?

Lestinger asked, "Defense magic? What is that?"

This guy is even more fertile than Christine.

After setting up the defensive array, Loran and the others exchanged glances, then slowly reached out and activated the alchemy device.

The projection of Pope Gluttony slowly appeared: "Long time no see, Lord Lorian... Wow, what a terrifying defensive array! Don't you trust me at all?"

"It's important for people to know themselves."

"That's a clever remark."

Pope Gluttony chuckled, glanced at the crowd, and finally landed on Loran: "Lord Lorian, if I remember correctly, you should be at the seventh rank now, right?"

"So what?"