World’s End: My Keyword is One More Than Others

Chapter 419: The bird that sticks out gets shot

"Come on, you bastard! What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger."

Du Ge staggered to his feet.

To achieve a realistic effect, he took out a staff from his storage ring, trembling as he supported himself. His gaze was firm and composed, like a hero facing death with calm.

Righteousness and division, double the gains.

In just this short time, his attributes had at least doubled compared to before the battle. He had hit the jackpot!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Alien Star warriors were never dragon slayers; their pursuit was the ultimate victory in this game.

Getting first place and eliminating other Alien Star warriors was the ultimate goal.

Killing the Pope would only grant a pitiful amount of attributes...

But by exploiting his role as a villain, he could repeatedly farm attributes, maximizing his benefits to the extreme.

"Come on, don't stop. Either you kill me, or your infamy will spread across the world..." Du Ge taunted the Pope weakly, his eyes filled with disdain.

...

Exaggerated!

Nobu muttered in his heart.

However, his gaze towards Du Ge was still filled with admiration.

Perhaps, it was this level of dedication and focus that was the secret to his enduring success!

But at this moment, he really didn't dare to rebel. He hadn't awakened his skills yet. The Pope might not be able to kill Du Ge, but he could easily take him down with a single sword strike!

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Die!

I'll kill you!

The Pope's face twisted in rage, roaring in his heart, but when he spoke, it changed to, "I am guilty..."

With those words, his shame and anger intensified.

...

The Pope struck.

Du Ge spat blood and cursed the Pope.

The Pope struck again.

This repeated until the Pope confessed to peeping at girls bathing when he was thirteen, causing all the spectators on the city wall to turn away.

The bishops, moved by Du Ge's heroic actions, finally came to their senses.

Their gazes grew increasingly strange, and a thought emerged in their minds.

Could this guy be toying with the Pope?

After so many Holy Swords, even a newly awakened ten-star martial soul should have been killed, let alone a real god. Yet his martial soul seemed completely unaffected...

...

Under the mocking gazes of the crowd, the Pope finally realized something was wrong. He stopped his slashes, his face darkening: "Are you playing me?"

Even with the Crown of Divine Oracle replenishing his mental power, the continuous use of the Holy Sword was making him feel weak.

Understanding this, he became even more furious than when he was repenting.

But when he spoke, it wasn't "I am guilty."

The Pope was momentarily stunned. Had his repentance ended?

His face darkened further because, before he was thirteen, he had indeed been a good child with noble aspirations to become a bishop...

But now was not the time for nostalgia.

Having exposed so many of his dark secrets, his situation was now on the edge of life and death.

He had to eliminate the current threat.

Otherwise, he might not even know how he died. The Sun God was only asleep, not dead.

...

The judgment was over!

Du Ge smacked his lips. The Pope's sins were indeed endless...

How could the Sun God have been so blind to choose such a villain as the Pope?

Sun God.

Pah!

Might as well rename him to Blind Dog.

But on second thought, it made sense. Those who climbed to high positions always appeared glamorous on the outside but were rotten inside...

"You figured it out! Soldiers have no constant shape, water has no constant form. How can water be torn apart?" Du Ge smiled and stood up.

He knew that martial souls were different from real water.

But these words weren't meant for the Pope; they were for the spectators outside.

The keyword of division should be hidden if possible. He couldn't always rely on Bai Long to make excuses for him!

In the astonished eyes of everyone, the towering Sea God instantly split into countless smaller Sea Gods. Each small Sea God raised its staff, laughed at the Pope, then stuck out its tongue, tilted its head to the side, and made a dying expression, vividly lifelike...

This was a new technique Du Ge had mastered.

To be precise, it was skill honed through practice.

Each of the Pope's slashes had tempered his mental power.

Originally, Du Ge's mental power was dead, but now it had come alive. He could easily split his mental power into countless parts without feeling any pain.

In a way, this was his soul skill, just without a name.

Du Ge didn't activate his personal interface.

But he could feel that in this short time, his mental power had increased by at least ten percent, unrelated to audience rewards, purely a natural growth from enduring abuse.

It wasn't as fast as the Power of Faith, but it was a natural growth outside of Pan-Universal Entertainment.

This harvest was too rich. Thank you, Pope...

...

Watching Du Ge's agile and lively mental power, and recalling his clownish behavior earlier, the Pope was so enraged that his throat tightened, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Du Ge's spitting blood was fake, but his was real...

Damn it, using such a stupid technique to deplete his soul power, unforgivable!

The Pope gripped his staff tightly, wiped the blood from his mouth, and said coldly, "Du Ge, I wasn't wrong about you. You are indeed an evil god. You're smart, afraid of being exposed by me, so you dispersed the crowd in advance. But do you really think they will believe the filth you throw at me?"

"Whether they believe it or not will be judged by the Sun God." Du Ge smiled.

"You used evil means to humiliate the Sun God's representative. Do you think the Sun God will believe an evil god?" the Pope said calmly.

Du Ge heard the underlying message.

No matter how evil he was, the Sun God would have to support him to prove he wasn't blind...

"I believe the Sun God is a righteous being, just deceived by you." Du Ge shook his head. "No god would support a blasphemer coveting their position."

"Blasphemer?" The Pope snorted, looking at the Sea God reformed by Du Ge, and sneered, "Du Ge, you should worry about whether you can withstand the Sea God's wrath!"

"..." Grand Duke Lynch listened to the verbal sparring between the two, his brow twitching. Damn, why did he stay here? Wouldn't it have been better to leave with Lather and the others?

"The Sea God is righteous..." Du Ge said, suddenly activating the seven-orifice touch.

Ugh!

Caught off guard, the Pope was hit again.

His robe could indeed be immune to magic, but the Power of Poseidon was divine power, inherently a level higher than magic.

And the people of this world had no internal cultivation power, naturally unable to resist the seven-orifice touch.

Realizing he couldn't farm attributes from the Pope anymore, Du Ge didn't hold back. His attributes had doubled, and his mental power had increased, making the use of the seven-orifice touch even faster.

The Pope used the soul skill of the Twelve-Winged Angel to pull out the ice pillars invading his body: "Despicable, you shameless scoundrel, do you really think I can't deal with you?"

He raised his staff, "Solar Wind... Ugh!"

Before he could finish.

His seven orifices were filled with water again.

Unable to farm attributes, Du Ge wouldn't be polite. He went all out.

The river water surged, forming countless water tornadoes, attacking the Pope's body...

He could pull out one, but not two.

The Twelve-Winged Angel originally held a dazzling sun in its hands. When the sun appeared, the surrounding temperature suddenly rose.

But the Pope's body suffered a fierce attack, forcing the sun to disappear. The Twelve-Winged Angel had to urgently assist the Pope.

Otherwise.

If the body suffocated to death, the martial soul would dissipate.

Even a ten-star martial soul couldn't defend against the surging water tornadoes for a while.

Water flowed into the Pope's mouth, nose, ears, even his pants and sleeves, making him look like he was entangled by countless water snakes.

The Pope couldn't even close his mouth.

Horrifying, terrifying, thrilling!

...

Is this Du Ge's true strength?

Seeing this, Nobu was stunned.

His hands and feet were cold. In just a few days, Du Ge was already dominating a fully equipped, ten-star martial soul Pope...

How did he do it?

Thinking of the blessing the Pope had cast on him, which could withstand three attacks from a ten-star martial soul, Nobu found it laughable. This round of water tornadoes must have launched thousands of attacks!

What is Pan-Universal Entertainment doing?

Creating such a terrifying guy, how can anyone else play?

Might as well wash up and go to sleep!

Didn't they say no warriors over twenty-five were allowed on the battlefield?

It's a conspiracy, definitely a conspiracy!

As for Grand Duke Lynch and the other bishops, they were also stunned. At this moment, their gazes towards Du Ge were like looking at a true god.

The hatred in Grand Duke Lynch's heart had long disappeared.

Compared to the Pope, Du Ge had been so gentle to him back then, it could almost be called affectionate...

...

While the Pope was being ravaged.

The seawater under the Sea God martial soul gathered towards the Sea God. As the seawater poured in, the Sea God's body instantly expanded, becoming a giant towering over the earth.

The Twelve-Winged Angel at the Sea God's feet looked as pitiful as a little bird.

The Pope's eyes widened in disbelief. How could there be such a huge martial soul? Du Ge must be the true Sea God!

At this moment.

Regret filled the Pope's mind.

The King of Evil Gods, who started wars and slaughtered thousands of evil gods...

Nobu's warning flashed back.

Both were evil gods, why was Du Ge so powerful while he was as weak as a chick?

The Pope dared to provoke Du Ge because he coveted the abilities of evil gods, wanting to recruit them as his subordinates to lay the foundation for his future usurpation.

He had always used Nobu as a reference.

But now...

He felt utterly deceived by Nobu.

At this moment.

He regretted deeply. If he had known this was the King of Evil Gods' true strength, why would he have gotten involved?

The giant Sea God martial soul reached out to grab the Twelve-Winged Angel.

The Twelve-Winged Angel flapped its wings, skillfully dodging.

Du Ge smiled slightly. The water under the Sea God's feet rose, forming countless water dragons, locking all escape routes for the Twelve-Winged Angel like an iron cage.

The water prison gradually tightened, turning into water snakes that squeezed into the Twelve-Winged Angel's seven orifices.

Above was the Twelve-Winged Angel, below was the Pope, forming a scene like a world-famous painting—The Suffering Pope.

Apart from the Pope's whimpers and the sound of water, there was no other noise at the scene.

Everyone seemed frozen, paying attention to the Pope.

Sympathy, fear, horror, envy...

Various expressions abounded.

...

Du Ge controlled the water, wrapping around the Pope's staff, but before he could exert force, the Pope's forehead veins bulged, and he let out a roar from his throat.

The martial soul was suddenly retracted.

Then.

Another flash of light, and twelve white wings suddenly emerged from his back.

At the same time, Du Ge's enhanced seven-orifice touch was forced out of his body. He bled from his seven orifices, looking like a demon from hell...

The Pope glared at Du Ge, then suddenly turned and flew into the sky, fast as lightning.

Trying to run?

Not so easy!

You can leave, but leave your equipment behind!

Du Ge's Sea God martial soul instantly split into more than a dozen Sea Gods, intercepting the fleeing Pope at even greater speed.

Typically, martial souls couldn't stray too far from the body.

But Du Ge had awakened the skill of continuous connection, making his martial soul more flexible even when detached from his body.

In a blink.

Several martial souls caught up with the Pope, reaching out to tear at the wings on his back.

With a forceful pull.

A scream, and at least six wings were torn off by the Sea God martial soul.

Pfft!

The Pope's blood sprayed like it was free, repaying all the blood Du Ge had shed earlier.

With his martial soul severely damaged, the Pope's heart turned to ashes, his face pale as paper. He looked around at the surrounding Sea God martial souls, a trace of resentment in his eyes.

Then.

He ignored the approaching Sea Gods, raising his staff high.

The staff's tip and the Crown of Divine Oracle on his head suddenly emitted a dazzling light, shooting straight into the sky.

Du Ge suddenly felt a bad premonition. The Sea God martial soul accelerated its attacks, tearing off the Pope's remaining two wings at lightning speed.

The Pope spat out another mouthful of blood, falling unconscious, plummeting straight from the sky. But the light from his staff and the Crown of Divine Oracle didn't stop.

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"He's summoning the Sun God." A bishop trembled, giving the answer, looking at Du Ge, "King Holly, you must flee!"

Damn!

So soon facing a god?

Du Ge's expression changed slightly. His offensive means were still too weak, unable to instantly kill even a Pope...

"King, let's go! We can't possibly defeat the Sun God." Grand Duke Lynch urged anxiously.

Nobu's eyes lit up, his heartbeat quickening.

Just when it seemed there was no way out, a new path appeared. Being too conspicuous wasn't necessarily a good thing. If the Sun God could kill him, everyone would be back on an equal footing.

See?

How could they let Du Ge dominate and keep winning?

Pan-Universal Entertainment was indeed fair...

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Run?

Where to?

Could he live in hiding forever?

Would he still be able to increase his attributes?

Du Ge remained silent.

The Pope's actions had already proven that the gods of this world weren't omnipotent, at least not mind readers. Otherwise, they wouldn't have let a scoundrel deceive them for so long?

Let's gamble!

Bet that the Sun God is reasonable and not as powerful as imagined. After all, even a trash like the Pope dared to covet the divine throne...

In so many Simulation Fields and Alien Star Battlefields, he had encountered many stronger than him, countless dangers, and he had survived them all!

Pan-Universal Entertainment couldn't possibly set an unsolvable trap!

Du Ge raised his hand, summoning a stream of water to catch the falling Pope, retrieving his martial soul...

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In a flash!

Just after the Pope sent out the signal, a bright light appeared in the distant sky.

In the blink of an eye, the light approached the battlefield.

It was a golden chariot, pulled by six winged horses, with the sun's emblem engraved on the chariot.

Driving the chariot was a true angel.

He had three pairs of wings on his back, his features chiseled like a statue, looking holy and otherworldly.

Seeing the angel driving the Sun God's chariot, the bishops of the church knelt on one knee, welcoming the divine messenger.

The six-winged angel surveyed the battlefield. Seeing the unconscious Pope floating in the water, he raised his hand and cast a holy light.

The Pope slowly regained consciousness, but with his martial soul severely damaged, he looked like he had aged ten years. He touched his body in confusion, wondering why he wasn't dead?

The six-winged angel frowned and asked, "Rumen, who hurt you?"

The Pope's heart leaped with joy. Instinctively, he pointed at Du Ge: "Reliel, it was... Sun God, I am guilty. I harbored blasphemous thoughts, intending to replace you. I once falsely conveyed divine oracles to test if you were asleep, if you were watching over your followers..."

"..." Reliel's gaze had turned to Du Ge, but hearing the Pope's words, he froze, looking at the Pope in disbelief.

"..." All the bishops.

Again?

The Pope was both terrified and shocked. He suddenly understood why Du Ge spared his life.

If he died, it would be over. The Sun God would blame his killer. But if he lived and confessed his sins, the Sun God would focus more on him!

The Pope raised his hand, trying to cover his mouth, but the words kept coming: "I am guilty. I killed Cardinal Gareth in the name of heresy..."

"Rumen, do you know what you're saying?" The six-winged angel Reliel's face turned dark, his gaze like a sword piercing the Pope.

"I am guilty..." Tears welled in the Pope's eyes as he pointed at Du Ge.

Reliel looked at Du Ge.

Du Ge respectfully bowed to him: "Divine Messenger Reliel, I am King Holly of the Du Ge Kingdom. My awakened martial soul can make people confess their sins.

I am a devout follower of the Sun God. I accidentally discovered the true blasphemous nature of the Pope and tried to kill him to uphold the Sun God's honor. But the desperate Pope, in his dying moments, summoned the divine messenger, trying to frame me for his death..."

"You can defeat the Pope?" Reliel glanced at the Pope's sacred armor, full of doubt.

"It was my faith in the Sun God that supported me in defeating him." Du Ge said humbly, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the bishops present."

Pah!

You just said you were the Sea God's representative!

Now you're a follower of the Sun God?

Then how do you explain your martial soul?

The bishops looked at the Pope, still confessing in front of the divine messenger, fearing they might follow in his footsteps and confess their sins before the divine messenger.

They exchanged glances, and the bishop with the eight-winged angel martial soul stepped forward, gritting his teeth: "Divine Messenger Reliel, King Holly speaks the truth. The Pope is indeed a blasphemer..."