Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny novel Chapter 638

Chapter 638: 638 Li’s Ghost Palace (1st Update)

At this moment, the priests all knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling with excitement.

“Oh, holy Lord of Light, have You finally heard our calls and descended upon this world?”

Metatron looked at the priests kneeling before him and said indifferently, “Your so-called Lord of Light has been frightened out of his wits and dares not descend upon the world again, to put it plainly, He has completely abandoned you all!”

Hearing his words, an expression of disbelief appeared on the faces of the priests.

One priest even lifted his head and said with rage, “How dare you blaspheme against the Deity, the holy Lord of Light will surely punish you!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than his head exploded with a bang, and his corpse fell to the ground.

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Metatron withdrew his finger and said unhurriedly, “From now on, I am your god! Serve me with devotion, and I will grant you mighty strength and long life. Otherwise, you will end up like this man.” 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The remaining priests, splattered with blood, hesitated slightly before bowing deeply to the ground.

“Yes, my most noble and matchless Deity!”

Metatron burst out laughing. As he laughed, the ruined church began to crumble and break apart, then it reformed anew.

In the blink of an eye, it had become a splendid church of light.

Seeing such a miracle, the priests wept tears of excitement and repeatedly kowtowed.

Metatron gracefully took his seat upon the throne of light, his wings retracting behind him as he transformed into an incomparably handsome man. Then, he said lightly, “I can smell the nauseating scent of darkness. Those damned followers of darkness are also present in this land, aren’t they?”

One priest crawled forward on his knees, trembling as he recounted the events.

“The Dark Council?” Metatron’s eyes twinkled with light.

“Yes! Nowadays, the Dark Council rules over all of Europe, and the forces of light have dwindled to their nadir.”

“Very well! Then let’s start with these insects!”

……………

Dark Ancient Castle.

In the open space in front of the gate, a group of skeletons sat together playing a card game called “Fight the Landlord.”

Three were playing cards, while over a dozen others were watching and making a ruckus, creating quite a lively scene.

“Are you stupid or what? How could you play a pair in the last hand? He clearly doesn’t take single cards; you had to play a single!” A Skull Head dressed in a suit and clutching a cigar became somewhat agitated.

The skeleton across from him, dressed in Western cowboy attire with a sun hat, replied with disdain.

“You say I don’t take singles? If you dare, just play a single card then. I will bomb you to death!”

“You’re going to bomb? Not a single King has been played; if you dare to bomb, do you believe you’ll lose all your ribs?”

“Heh, I wonder who it was that lost all his ribs and had to borrow some from others at the last minute! If you dare to play a King-bomb, I can beat you until you cry with these three twos!”

Indeed, the stakes for these Skull Heads playing cards were their own ribs.

Since they were all exposed on the outside, disassembling them was easy.

However, the stakes were rather large.

Like the one who’s losing terribly right now, he not only lost all his ribs but also owed over twenty more.

Possibly feeling embarrassed by his secret being exposed, the skeleton took a deep puff of his cigar, smoke billowing from the cavities in his body, then said angrily.

“Six, quit your bullshit. Do you dare to play a game one-on-one with me?”

“Why not? But let’s be clear first, how shall we settle wins and losses?”

The Cigar Skeleton, clenching his teeth in anger, said viciously, “Let’s go big. Whoever loses has to serve as the winner’s lackey for three years! Do you dare?”

Boom!

Hearing this, the group of Skull Heads erupted in an uproar.

“Second Brother, Second Brother! Listen to me, that’s over the top! You’re playing too big.”

“Six, quickly apologize to Second Brother. It’s just a game, why play it so big?”

“Exactly, we’ve been brothers for hundreds of years. If one of us suddenly becomes someone’s lackey, what are we going to do?”

But these two Skull Heads were clearly infuriated, and no matter how the other skeletons tried to persuade them, they were adamant about gambling.

“Brothers, stop persuading me. I’ve been sick of this old bastard for a long time, always dressing like some mafia, holding a cigar in his hand, trying to act like a big shot! Well, I, Six, just won’t stand for it.”

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