Chapter 255: The Pope’s Appointment

“Protect our lord!”

Rhodok sergeants raised their shields to block Kant.

The blowing skeletons were everywhere in the hall, but it did not last long. In a short while, the sound of coughing went down.

The hot wind disappeared.

On the stone platform, the old man wearing a golden robe and holding a scepter stood up.

But now, he bent down and coughed heavily.

The sound was extremely mournful.

It took a while before it stopped, and the golden crown on his head fell to the ground, he muttered to himself in despair, “After the fall of the gods, is it already the end of the age of magic? Could it be that the Divine Lich I transformed into has lost its effect? No, I sacrificed so many god’s descendants, but the transformation failed… this is impossible…”

“Whoosh –”

The shrill sound of bodkin arrows whistling could be heard in the hall.

The bodkin arrow brushed past the hair of the old man and shot heavily onto the statue behind him.

The sound of metal clashing could be heard.

The waist of the statue was completely penetrated by the bodkinarrow that was shot out from the full bow.

Only then did they realize that the statue was actually made of gold. It was just that there were some strange things on it, and as time passed, it was stained with a large amount of dust, making it look like a stone.

“Old man, I think you should calm down.”

The Ravenstern ranger who shot the bodkinarrow slowly said, “Or rather, an evil undead.”

The mages had already confirmed that the old man was an undead.

From the rich negative energy contained in his body, they could tell that it still contained a portion of positive energy. Although the two energies had an extreme conflict, they could still maintain a certain fragile balance.

That was why the mages did not let Kant give the order to directly kill the old man.

“But will he listen to our opinion?”

Kant smiled faintly.

Looking at the old man, he said, “If he even called out the lowly slave, then this matter will definitely not be dealt in peace. Even if I wanted to, he would not do so.”

In the era of the gods, humans were slaves.

Kant had once understood this.

If he was a former slave owner who lost power, but found that his slaves had occupied his home and obtained new rights, how could he relax and shake hands with his former slaves to make peace?

Or should he know that he did not even have the right to shake hands and make peace, and instead, he had to become a slave?

Peace would not come.

The old man who called himself the pope turned his head to look at the destroyed statue. His old face was expressionless, and only his grayish-white eyes filled with blood vessels, there was a hint of anger like he had been insulted. “Lowly human slaves, you have betrayed the gods. If it were not for you, I would not have stolen the fallen Godhead and tried to use the Godhead and the bodies of the undead to protect the dying Holy City of Sun!”

He said slowly, his was voice extremely hoarse, “Even if this is the end of the magic era, I can still use the power I obtained from the Godhead. This is the power of the gods, a power that you humans absolutely cannot yearn!”

The golden scepter lit up.

But with another sharp whistle, an arrow arrived in an instant and shot directly at the golden scepter in his hand. He couldn’t hold it with one hand and was instantly sent flying with the arrow, smashing into the pile of skeletons.

“Perhaps you don’t understand.”

Kant said slowly, “Now is the era of humans.”

After a pause, Kant looked at the old man who had yet to react and said indifferently, “If you want to die, I can fulfill your wish. Even if you are an undead, I can completely destroy your body.”

However, what responded to him was the temperature that fluctuated between hot and cold.

As well as the hatred from the bottom of the heart of the old man who called himself the Pope and stared fiercely at Kant!

“Then there’s nothing to talk about.”

Kant spoke with a calm tone.

He turned his head to look at the four Ravenstern rangers beside him and said, “Kill him.”

“Whoosh –”

A shrill whistle instantly appeared.

Four bodkin arrows directly tore through the obstacles in the void and nailed into the old man’s eye socket, glabella, and mouth.

The immense force instantly caused the old man, who was between life and death, to fall backward. Black and golden liquids that were not mixed with each other flew out, causing him to fall onto his golden chair.

“It’s not over yet.”

The mages reminded him.

On the stone platform in front, the old man, who had fallen onto the golden chair, slowly raised his head.

His face had already been destroyed by the