I loaded the gods module

Chapter 137 The stage kicks off
Even though it was early morning, the light of dawn still couldn't shine into this resplendent floating palace.

It's meal time now.

On the long dining table is a place similar to a box garden, with gardens, houses, small swings and wooden horses.

And... those little people who cried out.

The mother held the child and begged for forgiveness, while the father raised a pitchfork and let out a desperate yell.

Zecharia IX was eating carefully, and the king showed a satisfied expression.

However, the king, who has always had standard and elegant dining etiquette, dared not make too much noise at this moment.

Because the pope is sitting at the top of the dining table, and...the mood of the Holy Light Apostle seems to be unstable...

His face is no longer as calm as before, and the chaotic star face is no longer shining brightly, but has been completely replaced by dense blood-colored eyes...

Those eyeballs twitched non-stop, uttering wild and hateful ravings. The slippery golden tentacles drilled in and out from the gaps in the pope's large robe, and we could vaguely see painful faces floating on the surface of the tentacles. Issued a looming wail.

"It's just the last step...just the last step...why did it become like this..."

The spokesperson of the Holy Light suddenly covered his face, his fingers were deeply embedded in the pile of eyeballs, and a large amount of viscous blood gushed out, dyeing the clean white tablecloth black.

"Wuwu...hehehe...Holy God...forgive me...please forgive me..."

The Pope uttered crazy laughter and palpitations. The two voices appeared almost at the same time, making people creepy...

Zechariah IX became dazed. The next moment, the bloated king put down his knife and asked tentatively.

"Lord Pope, what should we do next... You, you promised me that the great holy light will give me eternal life..."

The supreme king seemed like a greedy and willful giant baby at the moment.

rustle……

The world froze, the figure of the pope suddenly disappeared, and in the next moment, it flashed in front of the king, and the spokesperson of the holy light 'opened' his face.

The eyeballs connected to the nerves of the tentacles came out, and they let out a mournful sound, and the slippery tentacles instantly tightened the king's throat!

"Haha...haha...Zecharia IX, the plan has changed..."

It was as if thousands of people were speaking at the same time, and the overlapping ethereal laughter pierced into the king's ears: "I have received the revelation of the Holy Spirit... Hahahaha... From this moment... we will sacrifice blood to everyone in this kingdom." Everyone!"

All the servants of the Holy Light fell to their knees on the ground, motionless, while the bloated king trembled, and he nodded desperately, fearing that the out-of-control pope would tear off his head alive.

"We have lost our chance to enter history, do you understand, Your Majesty the King?"

The pope let go of the tentacles, and at this moment, his behavior returned to his usual normal appearance: "We have lost the sacrifices that control history and time, and without the guidance of the souls of mythical creatures, the power of the Holy Spirit can neither Even if you come to this world, you cannot go to history..."

The Apostle of the Holy Light sighed: "The foundation of the Sapphire Kingdom cannot be collapsed for the time being. It will take time and patience. We can only wait for the next opportunity—"

But just as the king was about to respond, he saw the Pope's expression go crazy again!

"Didn't you hear, you stupid fat pig?!"

The king's dinner plate was overturned to the ground by the dancing tentacles, and the crying mother and child were instantly swallowed alive by the star-like holy light.

"Why haven't you issued an order for the national blood sacrifice to your ministers?!"

The pope once again grabbed the king's throat and screamed frantically: "Why haven't you summoned the army yet?! We are running out of time! All blasphemy heretics must die! We will make the night pay for it!! "

"I...I'm going right now, please let go...the Pope...my lord..."

Zecharia IX only felt that his throat was about to be squeezed out by the other party. The next moment, the pope let go, and the king suddenly collapsed on the ground, breathing hoarsely. Looks like a pug dog...

however……

"Your Majesty the King! His Excellency the Pope!"

The delicate door was pushed open by the minister of the kingdom who rushed into the dining room.

Under the pope's crazy gaze, the king's loyal ministers uttered a horrified cry: "All the nobles went to the banquet stage we built, and they...they held the final banquet without authorization!"

"You... what did you say?!"

Zecharia IX clutched his throat and got up from the ground in embarrassment: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Where did they get the courage?"

"Not only that... the leader Earl Howard also invited you..."

The minister knelt down on the ground, his body trembling: "The count...the count also said...the Deep Sea Company from the abyss...will pay the worst price for the Holy Light Church and members of the royal family..."

The king's face changed abruptly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the Pope behind him.

But at this moment, the half-mad Pope froze inexplicably. If he felt something, he turned his head and opened the closed window with a tentacle, revealing a corner of the sky.

It was dark, and the sun had long since disappeared.

There are already dark clouds outside the window...

The dazzling light lit up the sky, and the suspended city cast a monster-like shadow on the surface of the earth, followed by deafening thunder!

Thick and oppressive angry clouds hung down, converging, colliding, and rotating, until the pitch-black storm completely occupied the boundless sky.

Then, one drop, two drops, three drops...

The black raindrops reflected the light of the lightning, whistling like a dying fighter and launched a final charge towards the ground.

The rainstorm has arrived.

It seems to wash away all the sins and injustices in the world.

At this moment, a strong sense of unease and palpitations uncontrollably emerged from the pope's heart.

This mighty sage on earth, the first spokesperson of the Church of the Holy Light, the ruthless leader of all the butchers in the world, finally felt an unprecedented strong emotion.

That is the layer upon layer of progressive fear.

In the face of the shocking storm and natural disaster, the grand and magnificent City of the Holy Emperor is so humble and small.

The stage has already kicked off.

(End of this chapter)