On the other side, Gambler took off his mask and threw it away.
At this time, he was sitting on a large sofa with his legs on a table.
There is a deck of playing cards on the table, with a black Joker face up.
He looked at the joker and pondered for a long time, then straightened up and took the card in his hand.
Looking carefully at the clown pattern on it, Gambler showed a meaningful smile.
"Did fate choose this card?"
Just then, a black light flashed.
Pope, wearing a crown of flesh and blood on his head, appeared in front of him.
There is no expression on Pope's face.
Gambler didn't pay attention to the sudden appearance of Pope, his eyes still stayed on the playing cards in his hand.
After a long time, Pope suddenly sneered and said, "What are you and Zhan planning?"
Gambler put his head in his hands and leaned on the back of the sofa with a playful expression on his face. "What does it have to do with you?"
"Also, when you see me, you should call me Mr. Chief, not 'you'."
"It's very rude of you, you know?"
While he was speaking, a look of pain appeared on Pope's face.
As if he had been hurt in some way.
After a while, Pope's face returned to normal.
He sneered and said, "Don't think that you can restrict me with this bet."
Gambler shrugged, nodded nonchalantly and said, "Okay, I understand."
"Next time I will choose to gamble my life with you..."
Hearing Gambler's words, Pope's eyes narrowed.
He has a deeper understanding of the madness of Gambler.
Even though he had informed Gambler about Cthulhu's awakening, Gambler still chose to take over Saints.
The reason for Gambler is very simple. Niclade used the position of the chief as a bargaining chip to make a bet with him.
Since the final winner is Gambler, then Saints should naturally take over.
Pope gently raised his hand, and the scepter in his hand emitted a dazzling sacred light.
Just when he was about to leave, Gambler seemed to be interested.
He suddenly called Pope and said, "Don't you think this is ironic?"
Pope stopped preparing to leave, and the scepter in his hand no longer emitted light.
"What do you mean?" He looked at Gambler calmly.
Gambler nodded towards the scepter in Pope's hand and said:
"I mean, don't you find it ironic that you have betrayed your own beliefs and are still holding this sacred scepter?"
Hearing this, Pope narrowed his eyes again.
He put the scepter in his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a moment, then a trace of sarcasm appeared on his face.
"What does it have to do with you?"
Gambler seemed not to have expected Pope to talk to him like this.
But he didn't care, he just shook his head slightly and said, "I can give you a chance to choose again."
"If you could choose again, would you still betray your beliefs?"
After listening to Gambler, Pope also became interested.
He sat opposite Gambler.
Compared with Gambler's carefree attitude, his temperament seems a bit enchanting.
There's pure evil mixed in with the holiness.
These two contradictory temperaments seemed strangely harmonious in him.
Pope placed the scepter horizontally on his leg, then looked into Gambler's eyes and smiled, "Mr. Chief, I don't doubt whether you have this ability."
"But why should I choose again?"
"Does this mean anything to me?"
After hearing his words, Gambler thought for a moment, and then laughed.
"At least you can become more powerful, right?"
Pope nodded slightly and said, "You are right, if I can complete the divine ritual, then I will indeed be stronger than I am now."
"But, does my life span allow me to go to the end?"
Hearing this, Gambler sighed softly.
"Your godhood ceremony... is indeed a bit difficult."
He knew a little bit about the content of Pope's ritual, which was related to faith.
This kind of ceremony is relatively difficult to complete.
The more difficult the ritual is to complete, the more powerful it will become after becoming a god.
Of course, this power is only relative.
When it comes to Deity and Ontological Rank, the difference in strength is more reflected in their own abilities.
and their layout capabilities.
Pope sarcastically said again, "Moreover, you have no idea how majestic the Lord's body is."
As he spoke, his expression became fanatical.
"He is as powerful as the sea. In front of Him, I can't even lie."
"Moreover, He has awakened and will come again."
"All of you are His food!"
After listening to Pope's words, Gambler sighed again.
"I understand what you mean."
"You can go."
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
Just when Pope was about to get up and leave, Gambler spoke again:
"By the way, leave the holy relic in your hand."
"I'm very interested in it."
Hearing this, although Pope was reluctant, he still threw the scepter in his hand on the ground.
As a black light flashed, Pope's figure disappeared.
At this time, the black and white clown pattern disappeared from the joker card in Gambler's hand.
Instead, there is the appearance of Pope.
Gambler murmured to himself again, "Why did fate choose him? I really don't understand."
At this moment, a person slowly walked out from behind him.
The man stepped forward and reached out to pick up the scepter from the ground, and then gently wiped the 'dirt' on it with his clothes.
There was a solemn expression on his face.
Gambler shrugged and said with some confusion, "I remember that your clone is perfect."
As he spoke, his expression became strange.
"Would you betray your beliefs like him?"
The man shook his head gently and said in a calm and unhurried tone, "He is him, and I am me."
Hearing this, Gambler still had doubts on his face.
Gambler The suspicion on his face was naturally caught in that man's eyes.
He did not try to explain, but slowly raised the scepter in his hand.
The next second, sacred light filled the entire room.
That light is so sacred that it does not contain any impurities.
The light fell on his face.
The expression on his face was more sacred and solemn than the light from the scepter.
Gambler nodded, and then said, "Your becoming a god ceremony is very difficult, you have to be prepared."
This person is obviously the identity of Pope.
He just shook his head slightly, without any worry in his tone. "I will become a god."
After saying that, he looked at Gambler again. "You don't need to put all your chips on me. This is not in line with the style of a Gambler."
After hearing his words, the corners of Gambler's mouth slowly raised.
"I'm different from ordinary Gambler. I've never lost before, and I never will in the future."
As he spoke, he tore the black joker in his hand into pieces.
Then he stood up and said with a smile on his face:
"I'm Gambler, I'm going to start betting!"
After saying that, he randomly picked a card from the playing cards on the table and turned it over.
That's a colorful joker.