Zhan Zhan did not continue talking, as if what he just said had already made his attitude clear.
Faced with the rhetoric of war, Niclade's brows slowly furrowed.
The wantlessness of war made him feel very distressed.
If he hadn't already demonstrated his loyalty to Saints through countless actions.
Niclade are all wondering if the war has ulterior motives.
He thought about it carefully and suddenly had an idea.
"Your loyalty to the Lord is unquestionable."
"When the master wakes up, you will surely become his favored servant of God."
"Before that, I need to upgrade your Ontological Rank to Deity."
After hearing Niclade's words, the other Saints members all had incredible expressions on their faces.
Even Sloth, who was dozing off, suddenly became energetic.
This is why they joined Saints.
Based on their King-level, Ontological Rank, and Present World, there is nothing that can arouse their interest.
Only Niclade can give them what they want.
Niclade glanced around, and he enjoyed the expressions on everyone's faces.
"While there is still time, I pray that the master will grant you Divinity."
"In this way you can achieve Deity Ontological Rank in a short time."
The expression of war changes rapidly.
After a long time, he let out a long sigh.
"Chief, I want to become a god on my own."
Hearing the words about war, Niclade was a little unresponsive.
"What did you just say?"
Zhan Zhan took a deep breath and then said.
"I want to become a god on my own."
His words made Niclade feel irritable again.
"Accept the master's Divinity, and you can achieve Deity Ontological Rank in a short time."
War shook his head.
"Sorry, I've already made a decision."
Niclade glanced at Zhan with a strange look.
"Since you have made your own decision, I won't care about you."
"I also know a little bit about your becoming a god ritual."
"Then you can move freely."
"I'm also curious about whether you can successfully ascend to the throne of God by relying on your own strength."
Zhan Zhan nodded and then stopped talking.
Niclade glanced around again.
"On the day of the decisive battle, you don't need to show up to help me."
"To be precise, you just have to do your part."
"I don't want to wait until the master wakes up and there are no available subordinates around him."
"Because your stupidity worries me. I'm really afraid that you will die in the hands of Prison Warden."
As soon as this statement came out, except for Zhan, the other eight people's faces looked a little ugly.
"Okay, that's it for today, get out of here."
The figures of everyone slowly disappeared.
The voice of Niclade came to Pope's ears.
"You stay."
Pope was obviously taken aback. He was about to leave, but his figure solidified again.
After everyone else left, Niclade then looked at Pope.
"Originally, I planned to let Gambler take over the position of chief."
"But now I'm worried about his sanity."
"His stupidity makes me feel uneasy."
After hearing Niclade's words, Pope didn't know how to answer for a moment.
Niclade looked into his eyes.
"I plan to let the Lord give you Divinity, are you ready?"
After hearing this, Pope agreed without hesitation.
He does not have such lofty ambitions as war, and wants to ascend to the throne of God on his own.
Because his life span is coming to an end.
Joining Saints is just to become a god and extend your life.
After seeing Pope agree, a trace of relief flashed deep in Niclade's eyes.
He pointed at the door made of flesh and blood and said to Pope.
"You walk through that door now and I will tell the Lord my request."
Pope looked at the flesh and blood door with some hesitation in his eyes.
That door seemed to lead to another world. He was not sure how true or false Niclade's words were.
If you enter the door rashly, you may be sacrificed by Niclade.
As if aware of Pope's worries, Niclade sighed.
"Don't worry, the Lord still needs your ability to spread faith for Him."
"Even if I want to do something to you, it won't be now."
Pope thought for a moment, and then the wrinkles on his face relaxed.
"Chief, I think you misunderstood."
"It's not that I don't believe you."
Looking at Pope's kind smile, Niclade felt that his heart was very tired.
"When it comes to doing things, they are all fools, but when it comes to making plans, they are all smart people."
He roared in his mind.
Niclade's expression gradually became solemn.
"Don't worry, I swear in the name of the Lord."
"After you enter that door, you can obtain the Lord's Divinity."
"You can also achieve Deity Ontological Rank."
After hearing Niclade's words, Pope's hanging heart finally relaxed.
He fairly understands Niclade.
Putting aside other aspects, his loyalty to his master is absolutely unparalleled.
Now that Niclade has sworn in the name of his master, it seems that he really intends to help him fight for Deity Ontological Rank.
Thinking of this, he took off his black robe.
Underneath the black robe is a luxurious crown robe, which also demonstrates his noble status.
There is also a crown on his head.
The crown is inlaid with colorful gems, which exude divine and dazzling light.
"Chief, I'll go now."
Niclade waved his hand and said nothing.
Pope held a crutch that represented divine power and walked towards the door of flesh and blood.
At the same time, obscure language spat out from Niclade's mouth.
It was as if he was mumbling to himself or reciting sutras.
Pope understood that he was communicating with his master.
Although he didn't quite understand the language, he wasn't too worried about what Niclade would do to him.
Because he has his own trump card.
The crown on his head is not a mortal thing, it was passed down by Pope who served as the Holy See.
The crown represents the will of Deity that the Holy See believes in.
This crown will protect your soul from harm.
If the Holy See's Deity hadn't suddenly stopped responding to them, he wouldn't have fallen to the point of joining an evil organization like Saints.
Thinking of this, the corner of Pope's mouth curled up with an imperceptible arc.
But what he didn't see was that the corners of Niclade's mouth slowly turned up.
Not long after, Pope had approached the door of flesh and blood.
His eyes fell on the door frame.
The flesh and blood continued to squirm, forming lines of obscure incantations.
Pope stretched out his arm and passed through the door.
The next moment, he took his hand back.
In his sight, the hand that passed through the door had undergone tremendous changes.
The originally loose skin on the back of the hand became firmer, as if it had regained its vitality.
This made Pope even more convinced that Niclade did not lie to him.
At this moment, his breathing became heavy.
"God, here I come."