Chapter 308: Summoning of Thoughts

Half of the city has turned into ruins in the face of lightning and powerful force, and the result of this battle is even more unexpected.

After Franklin had the power of thought of a huge believer and the power of light accumulated in ten thousand years, he eventually died in this way, which was not something that anyone could have expected in advance.

"What happened to him?" A familiar voice came from his side.

He Yiming glanced at his companion in surprise. In his memory, Bailinga seemed to have rarely cared about outsiders' affairs.

"Brother Bai, Franklin has controlled the forces that do not belong to him. Those forces have brought too much burden to his body." He Yiming pondered and said slowly: "Under the concealment and repair of the power of light, his body can barely maintain it, but once he is out of the power of light, his body will no longer be able to bear such a burden and will completely collapse."

Bailingba nodded slowly, and he turned his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

He Yiming sighed and said, "The greater the power you have, the greater the power you have. If you want to squander the power of the god with your weak constitution, you are seeking death."

Franklin was a peak humanitarian man during his lifetime. Although his physique was so powerful that he could not compare with the holy beast, it was absolutely nothing to do with the word "weakness". However, after hearing He Yiming's comments, the two holy beasts nodded at the same time, and agreed with this very much.

Although the peak of humanity is powerful, the Shinto is even more extraordinary. Using the peak of humanity to control the power of Shinto is like letting a ten-year-old child swing a meteor hammer of more than 100 pounds. Before killing the enemy, I guess I will be crushed to death by the weight of the meteor hammer.

Compared to the power of the Shinto realm, Franklin can indeed be called weak.

Bailingba suddenly turned his head and asked, "How is your body?"

When He Yiming was fighting with Franklin, he also received the infusion of light power. Since Franklin could not bear it, how could he be an exception?

Shaking his head slightly, He Yiming said calmly: "Don't worry, I haven't absorbed too much power of light." He paused and said: "Actually, Franklin should know this truth, but the power of light is really an undeniable temptation for him, who is a pure body of light, so he couldn't help but make a choice that exceeded his limit."

He Yiming was quite regretful in his words. Although they were enemies, he was still feeling a little moved when he saw a peak humanitarian man who finally ended his life in this way.

The way of cultivation is indeed a dangerous road full of thorns. If you are negligent, you will fall into a result that will never be restored.

With a deep sigh, He Yiming bent down and took off the crown, robe and staff of light on Franklin.

After flipping it up, he found a space item on the Pope. However, this space item surprised He Yiming because it turned out to be a rare belt.

He Yiming did not flip the things inside, but stuffed them into the Five Elements World.

Although many places in this city have turned into ruins, there are still many eyes staring at He Yiming. When they saw He Yiming take away all the treasures on His Majesty the Pope without any mercy, they were furious. However, no matter how angry they were in their hearts, no one dared to come out to stop them from beginning to end.

The power released by He Yiming and others after they came here completely shocked everyone here. After His Majesty the Pope died, no one dared to take the initiative to provoke He Yiming.

Putting everything away, He Yiming looked up and looked at the tall temple that was still standing tall and not even damaged at all. His eyes were quite strange.

The strong men hidden in the temple all felt cold in their hearts. Although their faces were bleak, their eyes were still unwavering.

If He Yiming really plans to demolish the entire temple, even if they are all dead, they will try their best to stop them.

Perhaps, their strength is not enough to stop He Yiming, but before they die, He Yiming could not imagine successfully demolishing the entire temple.

However, after only a long time of staring, He Yiming rode on a white horse and said loudly: "If anyone does not offend me, I will not offend others. If someone does not offend me, I will pay a hundred times more..."

Before he finished speaking, the white horse had already spread its four hooves and ran away in an instant. Only this long voice remained above the entire city.

When the white figure disappeared into the horizon, several figures rushed over like flying from the temple.

They surrounded Franklin's bloody corpse, and each of them had a sad look on their faces.

The most powerful pillar of the temple in hundreds of years collapsed at this moment, and such a change made it impossible for everyone to accept it easily. They blinked their eyes, as if they were wondering whether all this was just a dream.

However, soon, the crying sound from all around immediately made them realize that it was all really happening.

An old man with white hair and beard suddenly said, "Pray, let us summon the holy soul of the Lord."

Several people around him sat down at the same time. Their identities in the temple were extremely noble, and they were even more pampered and pampered. But at this moment, they sat on the ground without any mind. No matter whether there was sewage or blood, they sat down all over the place.

Weird sounds were chanted from their mouths, and this sound was filled with some powerful special power. Their energy was extremely concentrated, and each syllable seemed to consume their great power. Soon, this strange way of chanting made them sweat like rain.

But no one gave up anyway, and they seemed to be convinced that something miracle would definitely happen.

A long time later, a faint faint light slowly emerged from Franklin's body.

After seeing this scene, the people became more and more excited. The fatigue on their bodies seemed to be swept away, and the sounds made from their mouths became louder and louder.

Finally, the faint light began to condense and eventually turned into an illusory Franklin.

If He Yiming was here and saw this scene, he would definitely think of the poor Speaker of the Dark League.

After his death, this peak humanitarian man who was plotted by his companion with his unparalleled strong willpower, or the ultimate belief that he wanted to drag people into the water, had exploded his mind and had temporarily existed in this world in the form of thoughts.

Franklin obviously did not have such strong willpower or some kind of belief that he could not let go, so when he died, his mind immediately began to slowly dissipate.

However, the temple, which had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, really had mysterious and powerful power. Their elders actually used some kind of secret technique to regain the gradually dissipated Franklin's thoughts.

Although this time is not long, it is also an amazing thing.

"You... are all here." The illusory Franklin looked around and seemed to have let go of his mind, saying, "He Yiming is too powerful, you are not allowed to provoke him anymore."

The elders of the temple looked at each other, and they never thought that they could finally summon the Pope's thoughts back, but his first words were to remind them not to take revenge.

The white-haired old man in the head bowed deeply and said, "Dear Pope, do you have any more instructions?"

"Garfield and I are dead, and there are no peak powers in the Western world. This trip to Iceland is no longer something you can get involved." Franklin said calmly: "Until a new peak of humanity appears in the Western world, the Venerable will not be allowed to enter the East."

Many elders bowed without hesitation to agree.

"Lede, you inherit the position of the Pope, and pass on the glory of the God of Light forever." Franklin's voice slightly raised.

Before he died, his body was still dominated by that powerful force. But when the elders pulled his mind back from the verge of dissipation, his mentality suddenly returned to calm and began to explain his affairs in an orderly manner. It was not until the moment when he finally appointed a successor that his voice fluctuated for a moment.

The white-haired old man crawled down deeply, and he pointed his head at the ground and respectfully accepted the order.

Although he also knew that taking over the Pope at the most critical moment in this temple may not be a good thing for him, he is the strongest man in the entire temple, both in terms of force and reputation, second only to His Majesty the Pope, so he can only bear the burden.

Franklin looked at his bloody corpse, and with his wisdom, of course he knew who the things on his body had reached.

After a moment, he suddenly said, "Edwin."

The handsome Adevin immediately stepped forward and said respectfully: "Your Majesty."

Among the four people who escaped from the nameless island in the past, there is the most outstanding disciple of the temple.

"You, take my bones and go to a place." Franklin's tone was extremely solemn: "If you can find that place and ask for help, then the treasures we have lost and the glory of the God of Light will be returned to our hands."

Adevin's head suddenly raised, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, where is that place?"

Franklin's avatar gradually faded. With the loss of the support of his body, his thoughts finally began to dissipate, and it was truly and completely dissipated in this world.

However, the last sentence he left in this world was echoing in everyone's ears.

"Outside the sea, the island of gods..."
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