The power of hatred is undoubtedly powerful and cannot be concealed. At this time, Chekov''s face is dignified, murderous and hateful. This is the hatred for the Pope, a hatred that has been hidden for a long time!


    "Chekov..."


    Seeing Chekov, the Pope''s face began to become more dignified at this time. He looked at Ye Fantian, whose eyes were cold, clearly staring at him and locking him. The Pope knew that he was finished, completely finished.


    Especially the bitter monks around me.


    Looking at those bitter monks, the Pope''s heart trembled and had a strong impulse. This was an unwilling impulse. He knew that he had made a wrong move this time. He shouldn''t have come to China. After coming to China, it meant death and end, and all this was caused by Ye Fantian, If ye Fantian''s strength was not included, I''m afraid China would really be over this time.


    But there is no regret medicine in this world. All this needs to be borne by someone.


    "Pope... We meet again!"


    Thinking of the tragic death of his beloved and all this past, Chekov''s voice trembled:


    "I wholeheartedly serve my Lord, serve you, serve the holiness in my heart, but in the end, I can''t even protect my beloved. How ironic it is. This is the God I believe in and what he did to me!"


    Chekov''s anger became more and more terrible, and the murderous intention on his face, even the holy waves around him, began to tremble.


    "Chekov... You should still have feelings for the Holy See. I don''t believe it. I don''t believe it at all. You don''t have any feelings for the Holy See. Your mentor, he took you to the road of the Lord, which means that you and the Holy See can''t be cut off. Even if you hate now, you can''t give up all this!"


    "Shut up, Pope, shut up!"


    Chekov growled loudly.


    "Presumptuous... Heresy, you dare to blaspheme the glory of the Holy See. If the Lord knows you, he will completely suppress you. You are dead. You are finished. Now you dare to be so presumptuous to the pope!"


    A bitter monk roared loudly, with a trace of hostility and anger on his face, which was obviously quite dissatisfied with Chekov''s behavior.


    "Hiss..."


    Ye Fantian waved and quickly tore the void.


    "Bang!"


    The body of the bitter friar was instantly torn into nothingness.


    "No... don''t kill again!"


    The Pope roared loudly.


    This is the composition of the Vatican. The important blood in the Vatican. If all die, he will really become the biggest sinner of the Vatican.


    "Chekov... I really did something I shouldn''t do, but you are also from the Holy See. Even if you kill, I believe that you still have feelings for the Holy See and the whole Vatican. I believe you won''t do anything to kill everything!"


    Chekov took a cold look at the strong man of the Holy See, and his mind was full of thoughts. However, he quickly nodded gently:


    "Pope, you don''t need to suppress me with feelings. You are the only enemy I face. As long as you die, these guys, I won''t move!"


    The Pope nodded gently, with a different light in his eyes, and looked slowly at Chekov:


    "Chekov, I want to ask you one thing!"


    "Don''t push an inch, old man!"


    Chekov said coldly.


    The Pope smiled bitterly. He was also quite helpless about the decision in his heart, but there was no way. He had to deal with it.


    "I want you to be the new master of the Vatican!"


    "What?"


    "Pope, although we are honored to die, even if we die, we will not choose to be with such a person, let alone make him a pope. It is impossible!"


    "Your holiness, this is interpretation and blasphemy of the glory and glory of the Lord. If he becomes the new pope, it will be an unimaginable disaster for us Vatican."


    "The blasphemer is unforgivable!"


    "Lord, chop this bastard to death!"


    The Vatican powers, with an angry look in their eyes, even couldn''t help shouting, and even some people began to cry loudly.


    Even Chekov was so depressed about such changes that he couldn''t help touching his nose:


    "Your uncle, is your uncle Chekov so unbearable?"


    But soon, Chekov found that among the people present, after seeing the obscene look on this girl''s face, he nodded deeply.


    Yes, quite recognized and affirmed!


    "Second Olympics!"


    Feeling hurt, Chekov couldn''t help but compare a big middle finger to everyone present in his heart.


    "Chekov, do you accept becoming the new master of the Vatican!"


    The Pope''s expression began to become very serious. Obviously, the guy was serious.


    After looking at the Pope, Chekov said coldly:


    "Pope, no one can save you this time. Do you want me to be Pope and let you go? This is impossible, completely impossible and non-negotiable!"


    The Pope smiled and said faintly:


    "Pope, it''s for the benefit of the whole Holy See and all the interests of the Vatican. What I do is not for myself, but for the Lord, for the glory of the Lord. Therefore, as long as you become the Pope, I will die immediately and lose the blessing of the power of holy instruments. I can''t survive at all. Chekov, are you willing to accept it?"


    Become Pope? Even nachkov didn''t think of this matter, even from the beginning until now, but he hesitated when the fact really appeared in front of him.


    Become the Pope of the Vatican?


    "There are many nuns in the Holy See... They seem to be very beautiful, but there is a lack of people to liberate them!"


    The Pope muttered in a low voice, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional.


    This sentence immediately darkened the faces of the bitter monks present. This sentence of the Pope is simply misleading Chekov. They can''t imagine what changes will happen to the nuns of the Vatican if such a ruffian becomes the Pope, even the disaster of destruction.


    However, this sentence really hit Chekov''s weakness, and Chekov, with shining eyes, suddenly exclaimed:


    "Old man, I haven''t seen your old face tens of thousands of times, but I have to see it thousands of times. But only this time, I think you are the most lovely. Good. I did it!"


    pretend to be something!


    Chekov''s appearance made Ye Fantian and others begin to show contempt. This is really too forced.


    "Good! Accept the glory of the Lord!"


    Hearing Chekov''s answer, the Pope''s face slowly showed a relaxed look. He was afraid, not that Chekov would break up the whole Vatican, but that this guy would not agree to himself.


    The Pope has lived for so many years and has seen too many people and things. He is an old fox. Even before he dies, he also wants to be an old fox. It is not selfish for him to make Chekov Pope.


    He thought a lot about this war. China will be conquered if it is absolutely certain, but all these changes are due to the emergence of one person - Ye Fantian!


    The emergence of Ye Fantian changed all this.


    It is precisely because of the emergence of Ye Vatican that the outcome has been reversed, and ye Vatican''s terror and strength also make him timid. Chekov knows Ye Vatican, and even the relationship between the two is quite close. Once Chekov becomes Pope, it means that ye Vatican is included. At that time, the whole Vatican will be invincible, Even if you don''t conquer China, you can also raise the whole Vatican to a new level.


    "The inheritance of the Lord!"


    The Pope''s body suddenly appeared a glorious light, which radiated. Then on his head, the thorny crown flashed the posture of countless angels singing, with the glory of the Lord, the hymn of angels, the praise of epics, and many kinds of miracles.


    "Hoo..."


    The crown of thorns instantly came to Chekov''s head, and then the sharp and sharp crown of thorns quickly pierced a layer of Chekov''s flesh and blood flowed out, but Chekov could endure this little pain.


    It was only a flash of time, and Chekov''s body began to be shrouded in holy glory.


    "Holy Grail! Scarab!"


    The other two sacred objects were also passed on to Chekov''s body one after another, and at this time, powerful lights slowly shrouded behind Chekov.


    It was a virtual shadow, a virtual shadow holding a Holy Scripture and wearing a white robe. The other party''s appearance was confused and could not be seen clearly, but you could feel a powerful and unparalleled power from this body. Even ye Fantian''s face began to change.


    "This is... The figure of the Lord? This guy is clearly a ruffian. Why can he have such a strong fluctuation?"


    The faces of all the bitter friars began to change. They looked at Chekov unbelievably, as if they were looking at a God and a lord who was whoring prostitutes.


    Even the Pope''s body trembled. On the one hand, he lost the blessing of the holy instrument and his body was collapsing. On the other hand, he couldn''t believe it. He couldn''t imagine that he didn''t achieve such an effect when he was passed on. Why could this guy?


    "Can you say... Is this guy the illegitimate son of God? Damn it, God, I didn''t mean to blaspheme you..."


    The Pope thought maliciously