I Have Infinite Skill Points-Chapter 610: Pope vs War Hell Lord

The Pope’s sword clashed with the Hell Monarch, suspended in the void. His beard and hair danced as if in water, his eyes wide with hatred as he glared at Mula, who wore a faint smile.

"The lifespan of humans is indeed a fleeting moment. You’ve grown so old already, and now your power is not even half of what it was thirty years ago. How pitiful," the Hell Monarch said slowly, stretching out a finger and flicking it softly.

SNAP— A clear, resonating sound rang out, and the Pope’s body instantly whooshed backward, flying away. In that instant, Yulia, bathed in Holy Light, appeared above, wielding the Divine Sword and slashing down towards the Hell Monarch.

BOOM—

The Hell Monarch gently pushed his hand out, and ripples waved behind him. Yulia’s sword slash froze mid-air.

"Lord Pope, how are you?" Yulia asked anxiously, looking behind her at the Pope, who had been forcefully slammed to the ground, rolling continuously to the edge of the altar.

The Temple altar was suddenly enveloped in thick smoke, and within the dust, evil power rampaged unchecked. Many masters from the Papacy tried to rush up to the altar. However, they felt as if they were in the depths of an abyss, surrounded by a cold, oppressive, and fearful sensation.

Below the altar, believers were being quickly evacuated. Although they let out continuous cries of terror, they still kept turning back to look at what was happening on the sacred altar, hoping to see Lord Pope unleash his divine might and suppress the evil Hell Monarch.

But what they saw was the Pope being sent flying by the Hell Monarch with just one move. This plunged the believers’ hearts deeper into despair. The desecration of the Christmas Day ceremony by the Hell Monarch was already intolerable, let alone seeing the Pope powerlessly face the invader like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

In the hearts of most believers, what prevailed was not anger but sorrow. They grieved that the Heaven God Sect might truly be in decline and that their own faith could be so powerless in the face of disaster.

"Pope—"

"Pope, get up!"

"Pope—"

The cries seemed to resonate between heaven and earth, exploding in the Pope’s sealed heart. His tightly shut eyes suddenly opened, revealing a milky whiteness within.

"You’re the child the Pope took in twenty years ago, aren’t you? Want to know about your past? Do you want to know who your parents are?"

"Don’t even think of bewitching me!" A struggle appeared on Yulia’s face, but the fact that she showed it already meant she was swayed.

"Hehehe... The bewitchment of demons is never about deceit; I only use truth to tempt mortals. The real deceivers are you from the Papacy. You preach charity and compassion to the world, but what have you done yourselves?"

"Swastika, Judgment of Light!" A sudden explosive shout resounded, and light enveloped the world in an instant. Just as Yulia, lured by the Hell Monarch, couldn’t help but want to know the truth, she suddenly awoke.

The sky filled with light seemed like the holy hymns of heaven, causing Yulia to feel a sudden pang of fear. She realized how close she had been to asking that question. If she had asked, Yulia knew she would have been doomed, for the Hell Monarch’s answer would have shattered her mental state completely.

White light fell like willow branches, and a Heavenly Sword descended from within it. When confronted with Yulia’s attack, the Hell Monarch had merely raised his hand to block lightly. But faced with Wang Lan’s Judgment of Light, the Hell Monarch’s expression turned grave.

"Hmph—" With a loud shout, the Hell Monarch summoned a spatial ripple in the sky. As the Judgment of Light sword came down, it collided fiercely with the sky’s ripples. The Hell Monarch curiously looked up at Wang Lan, his doubt mixed with intense wariness.

"So, you’re that prodigy from Jade Country, huh? I heard even that Evil Spirit fell to you—quite remarkable indeed. It’s a pity you’re still too young. Twenty years from now, you might have been my greatest adversary. But now..." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The Hell Monarch’s body suddenly erupted in intense spatial distortions. In an instant, a crimson world appeared beside him. The Judgment of Light suddenly vanished, and the crimson world then began to terrifyingly envelop Wang Lan.

Once swallowed by the crimson world, Wang Lan would undoubtedly die. At the moment the crimson world was about to close in, Wang Lan’s body also rippled with spatial waves.

WHOOSH. Wang Lan’s figure instantly vanished.

"Space Attribute?" For the first time, the Hell Monarch showed a surprised expression. How rare was the Space Attribute? Not to mention among the human race, but across the entire universe, including the mighty Demon Clan, it was exceedingly scarce.

"Hell Monarch!" A deep, explosive shout rang out. The Pope stood up again, the Holy Light around him even more dazzling and sacred.

"Hmm?" The Hell Monarch looked at the approaching Pope with a playful sneer. "Are you planning to fight to the death? But you’re already old. Your strength is no longer a threat to me."

"Even though I’m past my prime, I am determined to defend the honor of the Papacy." The Pope extended his hand, and suddenly the sky above was brilliantly filled with starlight.

Amidst the boundless starlight, twelve constellations reflected each other’s brilliance, transforming into two interlaced six-pointed stars. The overlapping six-pointed stars emitted a blinding light, within which a gigantic book seemed to appear.

The universe served as its backdrop, with the starry sky as its pages.

"The Great Mantra Skill?" The Hell Monarch’s countenance turned serious, his expression instantly darkening like still water.

"Lord Pope—" Yulia, who had broken free from the Hell Monarch’s restraints, retreated next to the Pope and asked anxiously.

The Pope stood up solemnly. Taking a step forward, his radiance shot straight into the sky, stirring the starry expanse above like a pillar of light.

"God says evil shall ultimately be dispersed by justice, and light shall eventually come." Accompanying the Pope’s chant, the celestial book in the sky slowly turned a page. In an instant, countless beams of light rained down upon the earth like starlight.

Atop the altar, the dense black fog shrouding it was dispelled by the speckles of light, and an inexplicable power enveloped the altar. Black arcane runes surfaced on the Hell Monarch’s face, and he emanated a profound dark radiance, pulsing rhythmically.

「Inside the hotel where the International Security Council was stationed」

Space slightly twisted, and Wang Lan’s figure appeared instantly. He was pale-faced, beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

That was truly a close call. A hair’s breadth more, and he would have been swallowed by the opposing red space. Once engulfed by the red space, Wang Lan would be like a fish on the chopping block, utterly at the mercy of others.

Apart from the fierce battle at the altar, chaos reigned everywhere in the City of Angels. The majority of the Holy Knights from God’s Country had been dispatched to the Western Siberia region to resist Demon City, leaving the City of Angels’ defenses vulnerable.

Fortunately, Wang Lan had already arranged for a host of experts from the International Security Council to be stationed there, with masters in every district of the City of Angels. Additionally, an operation by Wang Lan and others the previous day had severely impacted the forces covertly arranged by the Hell Monarch. Despite the sudden turmoil initiated by the Hell Monarch, the situation in the City of Angels remained stable.

However, Wang Lan was well aware that the most critical battle was still at the Papacy, between the Pope and the Hell Monarch. If the Hell Monarch won, no matter how the International Security Council stabilized the City of Angels and quelled its chaos, it would all be in vain. Could the elderly Pope still possess the strength to battle the Hell Monarch?

The Holy Light surrounding the Pope grew increasingly intense, but conversely, his complexion became even more ashen. Tremendous power poured down from the cosmos, bombarding the Hell Monarch, who was enveloped in Holy Light.

Strangely, although the Pope seemed to be constantly attacking, the Hell Monarch appeared unaffected, effortlessly raising his arms to block all the Holy Light attacks.

The Pope seemed to exert his full strength yet lacked powerful offensive force, while the Hell Monarch appeared relaxed and at ease, confined only within a small space.

"I can’t quite understand," Dyson said indifferently, standing at the pinnacle of the hotel and looking at the distant battle. "The Pope’s strength is beyond doubt. Even if he’s aged considerably, once he fights desperately, his combat power is still as formidable as in his youth. There are twenty ultimate experts in the world, and the Pope is at the pinnacle of these twenty."

"Perhaps this move by the Pope is not meant to defeat the enemy, but to buy time," Wang Lan said softly, appearing beside Dyson. "How are the brothers doing?"

"They’re holding up well. But the key is still the battle over there with the Pope. You say the Pope is buying time? True, the Pope alone can’t stop the Hell Monarch. I tried reasoning with him yesterday, but the Pope remained oddly confident. He even said that within the Holy Light Array, even by himself, he could easily suppress the Hell Monarch..." Dyson curled his lip in disdain, shaking his head with a sigh.

"Wasn’t the Holy Light Array disabled from the start?" Wang Lan sighed. The Holy Light Array was indeed the Pope’s greatest reliance, but he hadn’t expected the Hell Monarch to be the righteous Bishop, disabling the most powerful Array right from the start. That’s what made their situation so passive.

Dyson asked, "So, what do we do next? How do we respond if the Hell Monarch wins?"

Wang Lan replied, "Even if the Hell Monarch wins against God’s Country, it doesn’t mean he wins against the whole world, right? Even if the Hell Monarch wins, ten Star Soul Realm experts from around the world would be enough to take care of him.

"The Hell Monarch himself is not a significant threat to humanity. The real threat is the Time-Space Gemstone. As long as the Time-Space Gemstone isn’t triggered, we still have a chance. Isn’t our primary goal the Time-Space Gemstone?"

Suddenly, the distant sky turned pitch black. Below the dark clouds, thunder roared, and lightning bolts struck the ground like Heavenly Swords.

"Such a powerful aura. Is an expert approaching?" Wang Lan asked, visibly moved.

"The Unparalleled Knight! It’s the Unparalleled Knight coming!" Dyson exclaimed.

Following Dyson’s words, a flying horse burst out of the thunderclouds and rushed towards the Temple of the Papacy at breakneck speed. Through his Void Purple Eyes, Wang Lan saw an old man in chainmail armor holding a battle-axe, his face full of fighting spirit. The flying horse beneath him was just like a mythological unicorn, said to be able to gallop through the sky on lightning.

The Unparalleled Knight’s arrival brought an invigorated smile to the Pope’s face, while the Hell Monarch’s expression suddenly darkened like still water.

"You performed the Great Mantra Skill merely to trap me until the Unparalleled Knight arrived... You’ve already used your one and only Great Mantra Skill. Without it, can you still be a match for me?"