In the northern part of the Holy See, the Prussian Brigade and the Lion Heart Guard were crisscrossing, and the black cross flag and the Lion Heart flag were flying under the hazy sky. The weather today was very bad, and the air was filled with undispersed dust, as if a strange force was swallowing the vitality.

Behind the knight array, Pope Nero sat upright on the huge throne. However, the person responsible for carrying the throne was not the former servant, but 16 strange knights who were so tall that they were not like humans, covered with heavy armor. The Saint Silver Throne shone with the same light as before, but could not tear the haze all over the sky, as if locked by heavy pressure, silent.

On the throne, Nero was still wearing a feathered robe as usual, and his shoulders were covered with a pope robe made of unicorn fur. His fair skin was even worse than the cold winter snow. His eyes were no longer indifference that was far away from others, but a kind of exhaustion that penetrated deep into the soul and made people look heartbroken at a glance.

Two hours later, the troops marched to a secret cave. After entering, they would find that the ground here was full of ruins and wreckage. The dust that was so thick that it could not be removed indicates a long time. There were terrible corpses everywhere, which had been dried up and broken, and all kinds of pale bones stretched to the end of their sight, inserted into the soil dyed red and black with blood, revealing a creepy atmosphere.

It is also worth mentioning that the skeletons of these corpses are all strange in shape, some expand like giant ferocious beasts, and some are as small as dwarfs, but no matter they are big or small, they all appear as a twisted human form...

The knights ignored the corpses all over the ground, crisscrossed and formed a circle, stabbed the sword in front of the ground, and knelt at the Pope in the center from all directions. The fishy wind swayed and silently.

Looking at Hoan Risen half-kneeling in front of him, Nero smiled sadly, and a kind of sadness revealed in his voice: "I can't stop you anymore, right? Everyone is the same."

Hoan Risen was as gentle as ever, the same as the way he used to guard the pope all the time. He stretched out his hand and gently held Nero's naked feet, gently stroked the faint blue veins, and finally kissed the back of the white feet as white as winter snow: "Go back to my Lord."

"Go back to my lord!" The vast slogan came from all the knights. Whether it was the battle-torn Prussian brigade or the Lion Heart Guard guarding the glory of the Pope, everyone's eyes were shining with fanatic light, as if they were waiting for a great moment. In an instant, everyone held the big sword inserted in front of them in a half-kneel posture and pressed their necks on...

"Puchi!" Blood splattered all over the sky, 341 Prussian brigade knights and 125 members of the Lion Heart Guard, all of whom were cut open at the same time, and they committed suicide in front of the Pope.

Nero not only wasn't surprised by this scene, but seemed to have known it for a long time. Her gaze penetrated the vast blood mist, as if she was staring at the dark and light-free future. Her pale smile was full of desolation: "All things will eventually wither and disappear, turning into tears."

Without any warning, a strange and fierce light suddenly appeared in Huoanlison's gentle eyes, like a hunting ghost, and the divine seal between his eyebrows showed fire and fire. The tsunami-like energy flowed down the skin, like lava that was about to break out of the shell and burn everything, and the oxygen around it was burning out in this flame.

At this moment, a cross divine seal appeared on the eyebrows of all the knights of suicide. Their energy kept intertwining in the air, gathering towards Huoanlison's eyebrows like returning to the clan, and finally condensed into a golden sea of ​​fire in the air.

In the middle of the sea of ​​fire, a strange shadow that is difficult to describe in words is looming. In such light, any shadow should be dispersed. However, the ever-expanding shadow spreads rapidly in this underground space, devouring the remains, corpses, and all things like black holes, devouring everything into nothingness, dead and violent.

Immediately afterwards, a crack appeared from the void.

One eye...

A look opened in the divine seal golden fire behind Hoanlison, looking down at the vast world like a god.

Under the eyes, the surging golden fire rushed towards Nero like a wild beast. The imagined bloody scene did not happen. When it was swallowed, Nero did not have any pain or any wounds on his face, but his whole body was slowly twisted in the golden fire, just like the reflection, twisting, tearing, turning into a phantom in the ripples on the lake, and finally merged into Hoanlison's golden fire.

The strange eyes in the golden fire disappeared, but Huo Anlison opened his eyes. Tens of millions of electric arcs intertwined and shining in his pupils, tearing the dark pupils into pieces. The cross divine seal between the eyebrows was highlighted at this moment, turning into an ancient roulette floating in the void. There were 7 directions in total, and only one direction was lit. At this moment, the second direction was also lit, and there were 5 pieces of gray left...

"The ancient voices that appear in the sleep, the eyes that tangle in the sky, you have never seen these, right?" Hoanlison turned around, the huge shadow had quietly dissipated, he looked at the stone pillars in the corner and said with a smile, "Lancelot."

Lancelot, behind the stone pillar, was suddenly covered in cold sweat, and shock and manic emotions spread in every corner of his body... It must be reported to the Holy See... Ho Anlison is crazy!

Without any warning, a thorny sense of danger came, and Lancelot quickly rolled forward. The stone pillar behind him broke in an instant, and the cold light of the giant sword appeared in the gravel.

Lancelot turned around in shock and saw a nightmare scene. The knights who had committed suicide had already stood up. Their eyes were all shining with red cold light. Just like the tall guards I saw at the church door yesterday, they even left wild beast-like traces in the air while shaking, and they stared at him gloomyly.

The one who attacked Lancelot just now was a tall pedestal guard. From some of the characteristics, Lancelot had reason to believe that it was the tall pedestal guard at the entrance of the church yesterday!

When the giant sword attacked for the second time, Lancelot did not retreat anymore and raised his sword to meet him from the front.

Although Lancelot is 71 years old, he has always had high requirements for himself and is unwilling to succumb to his age, so his sword skills are still superb. He constantly hits the weaknesses of the giant sword and makes a big effort. He even used his agile figure to shake over the heavy tall guards. Finally, he directly cut off the neck bones of the tall guards with his golden fire sword.

The tall guard lost all his strength and knelt on the ground with a bang. The bones on his head and neck had been cut off, and only a little bit of flesh was still connected, and he was already dead.

Lancelot shook off the blood from the sword, looked at Hoanlison coldly, and said gritting his teeth: "I didn't expect that the leader of the church was actually a traitor."

Hoan Risson looked at Lancelot with a smile and asked curiously: "Oh? Who did I betray?"

Lancelot pointed his sword blade at Hoanlison and said word by word: "You have betrayed the Lord."

"Is that?" said Hoan Rison's lips curled up in a subtle curve, "Why are you so sure?"

Lancelot was about to say something, but suddenly felt an abnormal movement coming from behind him. The combat instinct asked him to block the long sword, and by chance blocked the sweeping giant sword. If he had taken a step slower, his head would probably leave his body.

Lancelot turned his head in disbelief and saw a strange but familiar scene...

As the flesh and blood were entangled, the huge guard's broken neck was recovering at a high speed. The splashed blood roared as if it had an independent consciousness. A series of holes were opened on the surface, and shining fangs could be seen. They bit their skin irritably and uneasy, drilled in, and finally the wound closed and recovered as before.

This speeding regeneration capability...

It's clearly...
Chapter completed!