Warm and gentle holy light emanated from his body.
"As I expected, this power of faith, even if not as devout as the so-called 'Lord', can still be used. As long as the body's strength is sufficient and there is a suitable medium, just like my current state." Lin Xiao over there was trying to break through the old Pope's holy light, his military saber already carrying a strong killing intent and the spiritual power of the peak of the Zi Zai Realm as he attacked. Qi Tian, on this side, was excited because his thoughts had been confirmed.
"What?"
The old Pope saw this scene and seemed to be affected.
"What's so strange about that?"
Lin Xiao's blade grazed his crown, and he cut off the crown that served as the medium for absorbing the power of faith: "You can use the power of faith in your current state, so it's no problem for him to use it."
When the old Pope could still freely use this power of faith, he understood.
As long as one's heart is sufficiently pure and one's belief is strong enough, this power of faith can be used with the help of a medium.
Otherwise, how could the old Pope, who was now acting against his original Lord, use the power of faith?
Thinking this way, it was not strange that Qi Tian could use the power of faith.
Given Qi Tian's dedication to artifact refining and his almost childlike purity, wasn't this just the power of faith?
"No..."
At this moment, the old Pope felt something in his heart suddenly shatter.
His image became unstable, and his papal appearance began to change, rapidly switching between the giant body of the dark Archmage and the old Pope.
"No, you can't... I am the Lord, I am God, only I can... only I..."
"Foolish."
The giant navel uttered two words.
As these two words were spoken, the old Pope's image disappeared.
It was replaced by the giant body, but this body was simultaneously entwined with the power of faith and a layer of black mist.
"A weak soul considers itself powerful and cannot accept any setbacks. Such a fool wants to control my body?" the navel said mockingly, "I gave you a chance to see how far you could go, but I didn't expect you to falter at this point."
"No... you can't... I am the Lord, I am the true God, I can save the world, I can save my people, I..." The old Pope repeatedly uttered these words, but no matter how many times he repeated them, the time he appeared became shorter and shorter.
After tens of seconds, he never appeared again, only the giant body, which was as tall as the statue.
"To say, only people from my Shenzhou continent are somewhat useful. This tiny place doesn't even have a firm enough faith." The body still unabashedly mocked the old Pope.
"You actually have your own consciousness."
Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes, feeling that this body seemed to have reached a level beyond their control.
"For a thousand years, I have been suppressed under this city, watching their rise and fall, and I have also felt the faith in this city. Naturally, I have developed this superfluous consciousness."
At this moment, the body seemed to be chatting with Lin Xiao, and his mood sounded quite good?