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Unless Loran gets some kind of cheat code and uses Messiah's blessing to brute force his way through.

Similarly, Loran is not strong enough to defeat Adams now. That guy was already at the peak of the eighth rank a thousand years ago. Now, a thousand years later, who knows how strong he really is? Moreover, he is also at the eighth rank of martial arts, which is a real counter to Loran.

But fortunes change every thirty years. Once I break through to the eighth level in martial arts, I'll show you who's the boss!

Stopping his wandering thoughts, Loran looked at the Pope of the End who was attacking him. The Pope of the End's fighting instincts seemed to have sensed something as well, so this attack was completely devoid of magic, purely a martial skill.

As expected, Loran's laws could not be replicated, nor could this martial skill be dispelled.

Of course, since this martial art was still not at a high level, Loran could have stopped it. But Loran did not do so, and instead began experimenting with another ability.

"Transfer."

The next moment, his figure vanished, and then he appeared in another place, while the Pope of the End's attack missed.

This is the second active ability of the Law: within the Law's domain of influence, he can appear anywhere at any time.

It's not a very strong ability. If there were a powerful spatial ability user, even a mid-to-high level seventh rank would be enough. If a spatial ability user of this level were to disrupt this part of the space, Loran wouldn't be able to appear wherever he wanted.

However, spatial abilities are indeed relatively rare, and without spatial abilities, even attacks from Adams and the Elf Queen would be easily dodged by Loran.

However, the cooldown time for this ability is ridiculously long, taking three or four hours to activate once.

Well, that's alright, it's quite a skill. One shouldn't be too greedy.

Currently, Loran only possesses these two active abilities. As for his most important offensive capabilities, he hasn't developed them yet. Rather, it's more accurate to say that his magical laws aren't even fully perfected yet, but even if he only has a preliminary grasp of these laws, it's already enough for him to step into the eighth rank.

Let's improve the offensive capabilities later.

Loran shook his head, reached out, and prepared to end the fight.

He waved his hand, and a fire spell shot out instantly—a seventh-tier spell cast without any incantation! A water barrier immediately appeared in front of the Pope of the End, attempting to block the fire spell. However, Loran simply smiled, and the next moment, the fire spell actually froze the water barrier!

This is the last passive effect of Loran's Law, which allows for seamless switching of magical attributes. Although it uses fire magic, Loran can make the flames possess the characteristics of ice magic.

Chapter 221 Hmph, trying to escape? ( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )!

Lamia's crimson scythe tore through the sky, and the phantom of the Blood Pool boiled like a sea behind her. The Bloodthirsty Pope's dark purple blood magic transformed into thousands of venomous snakes, but they were stained crimson the instant they touched the blood pool—

"Blood Sacrifice·Corridor of Eternal Calamity!"

The moment the scythe cleaved down, the blood mist within a kilometer radius solidified, trapping the Bloodthirsty Pope in a crimson labyrinth. Each wall of blood transformed into Lamia's figure, launching an attack on him.

"Little tricks!"

The Bloodthirsty Pope's pupils exploded with blood-red light, and his staff plunged into the ground: "Abyssal Blood Feast!"

Dark purple runes surged from the ground, and cursed spirits burst forth. Lamia's cold laugh pierced through the blood mist: "Have you forgotten whose territory this is?"

The crimson labyrinth suddenly contracted, and all the cursed souls, amidst their wails, dissolved into blood, flowing into Lamia's scythe. As the blade struck, the Bloodthirsty Pope's right arm, along with half of the magic circle, was cleaved in two!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The Bloodthirsty Pope let out a wail, and then dark purple blood gushed forth, filling his body: "Do you see? This is the blessing bestowed by our God!"

"It's so disgusting."

Lamia narrowed her eyes, and a bloody light began to appear on the scythe in her hand: "The next move will finish you off!"

"Exactly what I want!"

The Bloodthirsty Pope's staff also emitted a captivating light.

The two chanted a forbidden incantation together, and dark purple blood and bright red blood each covered half of the sky. Then, the scythe and the staff clashed together, emitting bursts of humming!

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"Oh dear, it looks like it'll be over soon over there too."

Pope Gluttony glanced at Lamia and Pope Bloodthirst, then smiled and looked at Lucifer: "Well, we should finish now, otherwise the boss will see us and say I'm slacking off again."

"Boss?"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes: "That Abyss Pope?"

"Oops, it seems I accidentally let it slip."

Pope Gluttony shook his head, then smiled and said, "There's no need to worry. Adams can't come in person right now, and his clones can't rescue people from that guy."

"After all, that guy's laws are extraordinary."

Pope Gluttony shook his head and sighed: "Moreover, it's not perfect yet. Once it's fully perfected, it's not impossible for him to go toe-to-toe with Adams's true form with his low-level eighth-tier strength."

"It seems your vision extends far beyond that of a typical seventh-tier cultivator."

Lucifer himself could not have learned so much just by glancing at the laws of Loran.

This gluttonous pope is definitely not as simple as he seems.

"Don't rush, we're on the same side now."

Pope Gluttony chuckled: "At least for now... Alright, enough chit-chat, it's time for us to wrap this up."

"Okay."

Lucifer spread his hands, and the grimoire flew out, hovering above the Pope Gluttony's head. The text of the forbidden chapters transformed into chains that bound the alchemical colossus: "Part One - Chains of the Fallen!"

The colossus's asphalt shell peeled away inch by inch, but Pope Gluttony whistled: "Triple Transformation - Abyssal Resonance!"

The scattered debris reformed in mid-air into a three-headed, six-armed demon statue, its six hands simultaneously striking the Lord of the Fallen Angels. Lucifer's black feathers suddenly ignited with purple flames: "Eighth - Mirror of Illusion!"

The demon statue's attack reversed the instant it touched the wings, its six hands slamming into its own chest. The alchemical array in front of the Gluttonous Pope shattered, but he seized the opportunity to flick out a dark gold die: "Let's make it a little more exciting! Oh!"

A six appeared on the dice, and Pope Gluttony whistled: "We've hit the jackpot!"

The core of the demon statue suddenly appeared behind Lucifer, and the purple light of its self-destruction engulfed half the sky—

"Cough..." Lucifer staggered out of the smoke and dust, his wings mostly charred black: "Insidious alchemy..."

"Thank you for the compliment?"

"Ah, it is impolite not to reciprocate. The ninth is the judgment of the fallen gods!"

A jet-black holy sword appeared above the Pope Gluttony's head, but he remained calm and rolled the dice again.

This time, it's "one".

"oops."

The Gluttonous Pope looked at the alchemical chains that stretched from the dice, binding him tightly and making it difficult for him to break free, and couldn't help but feel troubled: "This is really bad luck."

The fallen angel's holy sword of judgment crashed down.

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The moment the Pope of the End's barrier was frozen, magical energy surged around Loran, and the next moment, a forbidden spell appeared above the Pope of the End's head.

"Heavenly fire, fall."

Skipping all chanting, Loran slowly reached out and gently pressed down.

The flames of catastrophe fell from the heavens, and the Pope of the End had nowhere to escape!

The madness in the eyes of the Pope of the End slowly faded, his aura gradually weakened, and his reason returned.

"I see. So 'He' thought I was beyond saving and therefore withdrew the blessing?"

The Pope of the End gave a bitter smile, a hint of relief in his eyes: "That's fine... at least in the end, I faced death with reason."

He closed his eyes, but the past from a thousand years ago kept flashing before his eyes: they fought together, held banquets together, and protected Kadia together.

Back then, Pope Gluttony was still as lazy as he is now, but Pope Fallen was not like he is now; he was a proper and kind priest who would always discipline Gluttony. Adams, though still rigid, genuinely cared about everyone. Pope Death, who claimed to be the unyielding shield of the nation, was actually even more rigid than Adams.

And then there's that Bloodthirst guy. Although he acts like he dislikes everyone, everyone knows that he cares about everyone a lot.

And finally, the Dragon of Destiny, who had long since parted ways with everyone.

Ha, I guess I brought this on myself.

The Pope of the End closed his eyes, and the last thing that appeared before him was a dazzling golden sword aura.

The attack never landed. The Pope of the End opened his eyes, and the man in golden armor stood before him.

"Oh, should I say it's been a long time, or is it the first time we've met?"

Loran smiled and looked at the newcomer: "Adams."

"Lorian".

Adams squinted: "I didn't expect you to break through to the eighth rank in such a short time."

"You should say it's thanks to the person behind you."

Loran grinned and said, "What, you want to take him away from me?"

"You think you can stop me?"

"Ha, Adams, if your true self were here, I would still respect you. But now, you are nothing more than an avatar."

Loran saw through the newcomer's true nature at a glance. He slowly drew his Holy Trinity Judgment: "Why do you think you can take the person away from me?"

Chapter 222 Adams, what have you been protecting?!

"Heh, I am only an avatar here now, but you have only just stepped into the eighth rank."

Adams's face was cold: "The laws aren't even perfected yet, so what makes you think you can keep us here?"

"Ha, there's no point in saying more."

Loran slowly extended his hand: "Come and try it."

"as you wish."

Adams also drew his sword.

The battle is about to break out.

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The battles in the other two locations were nearing their end. The Bloodthirsty Pope was ultimately no match for Lamia and was severely injured. He gasped for breath, "Heh, you mere ant, yet you have such strength. I really underestimated you."

"He's just a weakling, how dare he spout such arrogant words?"

Lamia scoffed, "How pathetic."

Meanwhile, Lucifer, having clearly and unequivocally let the Gluttonous Pope win, had obviously also secured victory.

"Wouldn't releasing water like this be too obvious?"

Lucifer, recalling how this guy had trapped him with the gadgets, was speechless. The Gluttonous Pope, however, retorted, "What do you mean by 'letting it slide'! It was just bad luck, don't get cocky! If that damned die hadn't rolled a one, I would have killed you already!"

"Yes Yes Yes......"

Lucifer smiled and shook his head, looking at the battlefield on Loran's side: "If this continues, you'll lose one or two popes, you know? Even if Adams can stop Lorian, Lamia won't let Bloodthirst go."

"When the end comes, death is death."

Pope Gluttony waved his hand: "After all, that guy has faced off against someone a bit outrageous, so they can't say anything. But thirst for blood can't die—and I suspect that the 'Zeroing Bell' who is said to bring about the end of all things seems a bit off."

At this point, he shook his head again: "But it's just a guess... Anyway."

He sighed: "If we lose two popes at once, they will go crazy."

"I can't stop Lamia."

Lucifer shrugged, and Pope Gluttony shook his head: "Don't worry, I'm saying this because I'm already prepared—after all, we're allies for now, and I don't want to see them progress too quickly."

"So you had already prepared a backup plan?"

"Yeah, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have let you defeat me. Instead, I would have pretended to be evenly matched with you, and then, seeing that the situation was hopeless, I would have run away with that Bloodthirsty guy."

Pope Gluttony chuckled: "But all we have to do after that is run away—provided that Lorian can actually kill the End from Adams's clone."

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes: "No matter what, we have to inflict some losses on them. It's either the end or the thirst for blood; one of these two has to die."

"Weren't you colleagues before? Don't you feel even the slightest bit of remorse?"

That being said, Lucifer was just joking. She was also a ruthless person, and if Lamia and Lestinger were bewitched by the evil god, she would not hesitate to take action.

"It's precisely because they're colleagues that I can't stand seeing them like this."

Pope Gluttony sneered.

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Adams's greatsword, crackling with golden lightning, cleaved through the void. Before the blade even reached Loran, the barrier shattered like glass. The tattered body of the Pope of the End hovered behind Adams, his heart still beating faintly—the final anchor of the evil god's power.

"Retreat now!"