When Olga''s fist collided with the flame sword of the four winged angel.


    The invisible energy position bursts out from the impact point.


    The holy power of angels and the violent magic of Olga, even if they did not take others around as the target, under the stirring power, the surrounding space was affected and became stagnant and heavy!


    Just as the fish in the shallow sea are suddenly thrown into the deep sea, the pressure is applied to the believers around.


    "Ka ~ hiss ~ ~"


    As if they were being slowly run over by a roller, the sound of bones breaking and blood shooting kept coming from them.


    The organs in their bodies are also seriously damaged.


    In an instant, a large number of priests died on the spot because they were tragically affected!


    After discovering this situation, the four winged angel was slightly troubled. After all, these priests were from his side.


    But before he thought about how to deal with it, he sensed that the power on Olga''s fist had increased greatly.


    In a bright golden light, the burning fire, like bone maggots, gradually covered the flame sword in the angel''s hand and began to erode forcibly.


    The angel''s face changed slightly: "you..."


    He was not given a chance to speak and took advantage of the other party''s mood fluctuations.


    Olga''s other hand immediately wrapped [at position].


    Like the golden blade, he stabbed the other party''s chest quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, tried to pierce the chest armor and forcibly gouge out the other party''s energy core.


    That is the energy source of the calling ceremony and the basis for the appearance of the four winged angel.


    As long as it is dug out, the other party must disappear immediately.


    Facing this fatal blow, the four winged angel immediately changed his face and shouted angrily:


    "Bastard!"


    When he decided to abandon his long sword to avoid the attack, Olga took the initiative to withdraw his hand and jumped twice quickly.


    The next moment.


    A patterned spear pierced out of the ground where he had just been.


    After the defeat, thirteen figures walked out slowly and stood beside the four winged angel.


    After watching for a while, through the eyes of those figures, Olga confirmed that they were just some corpses with fighting instinct.


    He was neither nervous nor excited in the face of such a rigid opponent.


    It''s like dealing with robots without artificial intelligence.


    This kind of opponent who doesn''t understand flexibility, if there is no external interference, unless the power level is stronger than him, otherwise he has no threat and can only be regarded as an ornament.


    Therefore, as long as the four winged angel is solved, they are not a problem at all.


    This is Olga''s confidence accumulated with hundreds of millions of dead souls.


    So the two sides started again.


    This time, the area involved in their battle became wider.


    The whole Vatican has become their arena.


    As the base camp of Christianity, the other party obviously occupies part of the geographical advantage.


    The positional skills accumulated over the years are providing strength to the four winged angels and the thirteen saints all the time.


    In contrast, Olga is the suppressed party.


    However, this little problem does not affect his pressure on the other side.


    Although their fighting skills are not bad, they are still not at a level compared with Olga.


    They are constantly caught and even directly hit with strength.


    After all, nothing else.


    The number of battle memories that Olga plundered from other creatures alone is more than the sum of all the memories of 7 billion people on earth in a lifetime.


    The fighting memories of these more than ten opponents, even if added up, can not equal the fraction of Olga.


    In a few minutes.


    Most of the Vatican City has been destroyed.


    The battle also came to an end in Olga''s half playful state of mind.


    His right hand, through the penetration given by [at position], forcibly penetrated from the belly of the four winged angel from bottom to top, and grabbed the core.


    Then quickly take it out and crush it!


    Didn''t leave any opportunities for each other.


    The body shape of the other party was broken slowly in unwilling eyes, and there was no residue.


    As for the saints, they had long been torn to pieces by Olga and discarded in the battlefield.


    From beginning to end, Olga was not hurt.


    He walked up to the Pope and asked casually:


    "Do you have any other means?


    If not, you''d better surrender quickly. After all, you''re still useful. "


    Although the Pope could not accept the defeat of the four winged angels and saints, in the face of Olga''s inquiry, he still gritted his teeth and said:


    "Impossible!


    My Lord is the only God!


    I shall have no other God than him.


    I am my Lord''s shepherd, and you will be punished by my Lord! "


    Hearing these words, Olga immediately disappeared from his face and said with a laugh:


    "The only God?


    If he can do it, I can''t! "


    Look crazy and arrogant!


    If it is other aspects, he may not be more confident than the other party''s God.


    But in this plane, the so-called God of the other party is actually just a group of aliens.


    Also the God of creation, the God of a hammer!


    Why can''t he compare?


    With that, he slapped the pope in front of him and immediately flew out like a shell.


    "Baji!"


    It was pasted on the wall and there was no sound.


    Looking at this scene, many priests immediately widened their eyes and rushed to Olga with weapons.


    But Olga didn''t bother to look at them. The light wheel behind him randomly divided some insignificant power and burned them to ashes.


    After all this, he looked at one of the cardinals and asked, "do you want to die or live?"


    The other party immediately replied: "I refuse..."


    "Baji ~"


    "Next, it''s your turn."


    "No..."


    "Baji ~"


    After the cardinal''s death, it was the other management''s turn.


    “……”


    "Next, it''s your turn."


    It was still a calm inquiry.


    But in the ears of the inquired, it is like a close reminder.


    Looking at hundreds of corpses around, the young priest shivered and knelt down in front of Olga, crying with tears on his face:


    "... I agree. Please don''t kill me..."


    All his persistence was broken in the face of approaching death.


    Olga nodded with satisfaction:


    "Good.


    From now on, you will be the boss of this group. "


    Then he turned his head and, with his scarlet eyes, looked at the other surviving priests:


    "Is there any objection?


    If so, stand up early and I can solve it at one time.


    If not, kneel down in front of me like him. "


    After a few seconds of silence.


    The sound of kneeling appeared.


    Only a few people still look at him with hate.


    There is no doubt that soft bones and hard bones are distinguished.


    Among those who kneel down, some may intend to endure humiliation, but that doesn''t matter.


    Kneeling in front of Olga for a while is no different from kneeling for a lifetime. Anyway, [confused tower] will help them reform.