Manda thought Odysseus had escaped, but Odysseus didn''t have a bottom line. He was just confirming the situation. In his impression, as long as he relaxed his guard a little, he might be taken away by Quentin.


    Fortunately, Quentin was still far away. Odysseus removed the barrier and showed the scene of the battle with first-order skills.


    When he saw Martha holding the papal scepter, Quentin didn''t care: "I gave it to him. I asked him to act as Pope temporarily. I allowed him to hold the scepter... This bastard, he dared to ride..."


    Odysseus said, "look at his clothes and listen to the soldiers. They are helping their Holiness Pope."


    Manda said, "this is a war, a war launched in the name of the Pope. He is now the real Pope, not the temporary one you call."


    "Fake, it must be fake," Quentin, lying on the wall, had a logical obstacle again. "You tampered with the scene at that time, you lied to me!"


    Odysseus said, "if I lie to you, you can see the flaw. My means can''t hide it from your eyes. Look carefully, look seriously, and see where the flaw is?"


    "Lying to me is lying to me. I''ve only been away for a few days. How can war happen?"


    The original logical error lies here. Quebec''s cognition of time is wrong.


    "Your holiness, you have been here for more than ninety years, and everything outside has changed."


    "More than ninety years?" came the gloomy laughter, and Quentin climbed up the dome. "What a ridiculous joke. I just came here. Yesterday? The day before yesterday at most? My subordinates can testify."


    "Your subordinates have become skeletons. Some don''t even have skeletons left. Look around carefully. If you can recognize them, maybe you can find a complete skeleton."


    "Lie to me..."


    "Look at yourself. Do you still recognize yourself? Look at your clothes. They are too rotten to cover your body,


    Think about the last word your subordinates said to you, think about the appearance of the holy kingdom in your memory, and think about the last time you heard the choir singing. Was that memory covered with dust?


    For more than ninety years, Quebec, do you feel strange to hear your own name?


    The world has long forgotten you. Just find a church and ask the monks inside to see how many people can say your name?


    As long as they mention the Pope, they will only think of Martha. They have left all their praises and praises to Martha. As for you, no hymn belongs to you, no poem belongs to you. You have never existed in the hearts of the people of the holy kingdom of heaven and the punishers of the world. "


    "You''re bullshit!" growled Quentin. "There are dozens of hymns that belong to me. I''ll teach you how to sing them!"


    Quentin just wanted to hum, but he found that he couldn''t remember the lyrics.


    "Forget it, for more than 90 years, there are a lot of things you have forgotten," Odysseus smiled. "There were many hymns belonging to you in those years. Even I have heard no less than ten, but what''s the use? Martha is not allowed to sing these songs. He wants to wipe you out completely. Only in this way can he become the only Pope. Do you understand?"


    Bursts of the power of the skills made Manda shiver. Odysseus used his eighth order skills, but Quentin didn''t notice.


    Manda quickly let his soul into the body and put away his separation. He was closest to Quebec. He saw that Quebec was in a very wrong state.


    He fell from the dome, as if not intentionally, but lost the ability to adsorb on the dome.


    He looked up, his limbs stretched out, and seemed to fall freely without consciousness. The temple was at least 30 meters high. Manda was really worried that he would fall to death.


    But when he was about to land, he suddenly turned over and landed on the slate smoothly.


    The hall was very quiet. Manda heard the sound of bowstring loosening. It seemed that the demigod was also touched. He seemed to have some cognitive impairment of time.


    "I have to get out of here," cried Quentin, lying on the ground. "Let me get out of here. I''m the Pope. I''m going back to my kingdom of heaven. I have to get out of here!"


    The shrill roar made Odysseus start the barrier again. He worried that Quentin would make more drastic moves.


    Odysseus said, "don''t worry. I know how to get out of here. I know how to open the stone door from inside."


    "Do you know?" Quentin was slowly afraid of Odysseus. Although there was a barrier, Odysseus''s body could not help shaking.


    "I''ll take you out of here. I''ll help you regain the papacy, as long as you promise me one thing..."


    Before he finished, a feather arrow came, hit the barrier, changed its direction and landed in front of Quentin.


    "Pudala," roared Quentin, "this is the end of my battle with you. I''m leaving here."


    "You dream!"


    Feather arrows kept coming at an amazing frequency. Quentin dodged wildly in the hall until he retreated under the wall. He jumped fiercely and rushed to the single room where pudala was located.


    There was a sound of brick and stone friction. Prada suddenly appeared opposite the hall. In the fourth single room, a feather arrow broke through the air.


    Quentin, who was in a hurry, didn''t take any precautions. The feather arrow ran through his shoulder. He gave a painful cry, used his hands and feet, crawled quickly along the wall and disappeared into the darkness.


    Manda sighed and almost got it. Unexpectedly, the demigod would run out and do bad things.


    But if you want to abduct the former Pope, you have to deal with the demigod. I''m afraid it''s hard to get rid of 90 years of obsession. I''m afraid you have to hand over the gun to Odysseus.


    Manda just wanted to leave the single room, the sound of brick and stone friction suddenly appeared in her ears.


    Do you mean


    An old man with white hair and beard suddenly appeared behind him. Manda wanted to turn around and the cold arrow hit the back of his head.


    Putala, Apollo''s demigod, was standing behind Manda with Apollo''s silver bow.


    This old guy can go through the wall. Is this a high-level skill of Apollo believers?


    "Who are you?" Prada asked.


    "I''m a believer in Hermes," Manda replied truthfully.


    "Why did the believers of Hermes use the light?"


    "This is a long story. I''ll tell it to you slowly."


    "Go to the underworld. Since Hermes is a believer, he must be no stranger there."


    The voice fell to the ground and the bow string stretched. The old man was really decisive.


    Manda leaned over the arrow, kicked her feet and jumped out of the single room.


    Several arrows chased after her, and Manda dodged back and forth with her flying boots.


    Strange, although the arrow is fast, it''s not so hard to hide. Hermes once reminded Manda to be careful when encountering Apollo''s silver bow. Its feather arrow will turn and run after the target.


    But all the arrows shot by pudala go in a straight line. Is he deliberately merciful?


    Falling to the ground, Manda hurried to Odysseus. The former Pope did not know when he would appear, and Apollo''s demigod was unreasonable. It was better to hide in the barrier at this time.


    But when Manda ran past, Odysseus put the barrier away.


    "Putala, I didn''t expect to see you here." Odysseus knew a lot of people.


    The hall echoed with a sneer: "let me see who this is? Isn''t this the brave Odysseus?"


    "I''ve heard too many similar satires. If I can resolve your resentment, I don''t mind if you say it more vicious."


    "How did you come here? Did you take refuge in the punisher? Do you want to come here to save your Pope?"


    "If I had taken refuge in the punisher of God, I would have killed you just now."


    "If only your courage could match your arrogance." pudala opened the silver bow again, but Odysseus walked slowly towards the corridor without fear.


    "Don''t take another step forward, this is my advice to you." then pudala shot an arrow, and the arrow was inserted into the bluestone at Odysseus''s feet.


    Odysseus smiled calmly: "you have done your best, but that''s all."


    With that, Odysseus continued to move forward, and another feather arrow flew. Odysseus easily avoided: "your warning is only effective for Quebec, because he is going crazy, because he dare not kill you, and he still expects to leave here by you."


    While talking, Odysseus dodged three feather arrows in succession. Manda was right. The feather arrow was fast and powerful, but that was all. Odysseus is not good at speed. It is not very difficult to avoid pudala''s arrow only with the physique of the eighth order believers.


    What''s the situation? Did pudala deliberately show mercy?


    Odysseus went to the stone steps under the corridor, raised his head and said, "for more than 90 years, you have given everything for the gods. It''s time to end."


    "What the hell do you want to do?"


    "I want to get Quentin out of here and do something for me."


    "I repeat, you dream! As long as I live, no one wants him to leave here."


    "You can''t live long. If I remember correctly, you are more than 500 years old. Now you are not a demigod and have lost your body of immortality. You are just an ordinary person. How long do you think you can last?"


    He''s not a demigod anymore?


    Manda was stunned. No wonder he couldn''t smell the breath of divine power on pudala. Manda thought he covered it up deeply.


    Putala did not respond, and Odysseus continued: "I must take Quebec away. You can''t stop me. Instead of leaving an embarrassing ending, let''s end all this in another way. I''ll try to achieve your unfinished wish. If I can''t do it, we''ll have another fair duel. At least I can let you leave the world with dignity. Do you think it''s reasonable?"


    The bowstring cackled and Manda could hear pudala''s anger.


    But he put down his silver bow and looked down at Odysseus: "put away your disgusting skills. Quebec will appear at any time. Come with me with that hairy boy."