Weird asylum, you're taking in a human like me?

Chapter 230

On the other side, the 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 was a deck of playing cards on the table, with a black Joker facing up.

He looked at the Joker and pondered for a long time, then stood up and took the card in his hand.

Carefully looking at the Joker pattern on it, the gambler showed a meaningful smile.

"Did fate choose this card?"

At this moment, a black light flashed.

The Pope with a crown of flesh and blood on his head appeared in front of him.

There was no expression on the Pope's face.

The gambler did not pay attention to the Pope who suddenly appeared, and his eyes still stayed on the playing cards in his hand.

After a long time, the Pope suddenly sneered and said, "What are you and the war planning?"

The gambler leaned on the back of the sofa with his hands on his head, his expression was very playful: "What does it have to do with you?"

"Also, when you see me, you should call me Mr. Chief, not 'you'."

"You are very rude, you know?"

While he was talking, a look of pain appeared on the Pope's face.

As if he was hurt.

After a while, the Pope's face returned to normal.

He sneered and said, "Don't think that you can restrict me with this bet."

The gambler shrugged and nodded indifferently, "Okay, I know."

"Next time I will choose to bet my life with you..."

Hearing the gambler's words, the Pope narrowed his eyes.

He had a deeper understanding of the gambler's madness.

Even though he had informed the gambler of the news of Cthulhu's awakening, the gambler still chose to take over the Saints.

The gambler's reason was simple. Nicolaide made a bet with him using the position of the chief as a bargaining chip.

Since the final winner was the gambler, then the saint should naturally be taken over by him.

The Pope raised his hand gently, and the scepter in his hand emitted a dazzling and sacred light.

Just as he was about to leave, the gambler seemed to be interested.

He suddenly called the Pope and said, "Don't you think this is ironic?"

The Pope stopped his steps to leave, and the scepter in his hand no longer emitted light.

"What do you mean?" He looked at the gambler calmly.

The gambler pointed at the scepter in the Pope's hand and said:

"I mean, you have betrayed your faith, and you are still holding this scepter that symbolizes holiness. Don't you think it's ironic?"

Hearing this, the Pope's eyes narrowed again.

He put the scepter in his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a moment, and then a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face.

"What's it got to do with you?"

The gambler didn't seem to expect the Pope to talk to him like this.

But he didn't care, just shook his head and said, "I can give you a chance to choose again."

"If you can choose again, will you still betray your faith?"

After listening to the gambler's words, the Pope also became interested.

He sat opposite the gambler.

Compared with the gambler's carelessness, his temperament seemed a little weird.

There was pure evil in the holiness.

These two contradictory temperaments seemed strangely harmonious in him.

The Pope placed the scepter horizontally on his legs, then looked into the gambler's eyes and smiled, "Mr. Chief, I don't doubt whether you have the ability."

"But why should I choose again?"

"What does this mean to me?"

Hearing his words, the gambler pondered for a moment, and then laughed.

"At least you can become more powerful, right?"

The Pope nodded gently and said, "You are right. If I can complete the deification ceremony, I can indeed be more powerful than now."

"But, will my life allow me to go to the end?"

Hearing this, the gambler sighed.

"Your deification ceremony... is indeed a bit difficult."

He knew a little about the content of the Pope's ceremony, which was related to faith.

Such a ceremony is relatively difficult to complete.

And the more difficult the ceremony is to complete, the more powerful you will be after becoming a god.

Of course, this strength is only relative.

When it comes to the status of a god, the difference in strength is more reflected in their own abilities.

And their layout ability.

The Pope sneered again: "Besides, you don't know how majestic the Lord's body is."

As he said, his expression became fanatical.

"His divine power is like the sea. I can't even lie in front of Him."

"Besides, He has awakened and will surely come again."

"All of you are just His food!"

After listening to the Pope's words, the gambler sighed again.

"I understand what you mean."

"You can leave now. "

He waved his hand.

Just as the Pope was about to get up and leave, the gambler spoke again:

"By the way, leave the holy relic in your hand."

"I'm very interested in it."

Hearing this, the Pope reluctantly threw the scepter in his hand to the ground.

With a flash of black light, the Pope's figure disappeared.

At this time, the black and white clown pattern on the joker card in the gambler's hand disappeared.

Replaced by the Pope's appearance.

The gambler murmured to himself again: "Why did fate choose him? I really don't understand."

At this time, a person slowly walked out from behind him.

The man walked up and stretched out his hand to pick up the scepter on the ground, and then gently wiped the "dirt" on it with his clothes.

He had a solemn expression on his face.

The gambler shrugged and said with some doubt: "I remember that your replica is perfect. "

As he spoke, his face became strange.

"Will you betray your faith like him?"

The man shook his head gently, and said calmly: "He is him, I am me."

Hearing this, the gambler still had doubts on his face.

The doubts on the gambler's face were naturally seen by the man.

He did not try to explain, but slowly raised the scepter in his hand.

The next second, the sacred light filled the entire room.

The light was so sacred that it was not mixed with any impurities.

The light fell on his face.

The expression on his face was more sacred and solemn than the light from the scepter.

The gambler nodded, and then said: "Your deification ceremony is very difficult, you have to be prepared."

This person is obviously the Pope's body.

He just shook his head gently, without a trace of worry in his tone: "I will become a god."

After saying that, he looked at the gambler again: "But you don't need to bet all your chips on me. This is not in line with the style of a gambler. "

Hearing his words, the corners of the gambler's mouth slowly curled up.

"I am different from ordinary gamblers. I have never lost, not before and not in the future."

As he said this, he tore the black joker in his hand into pieces.

Then he stood up and said with a smile on his face:

"I am a gambler, I am going to start betting!"

After saying this, he casually took a card from the poker on the table and turned it over.

It was a colorful joker.