Chapter 33 The Pope's Wrath

Holy See.

Pope Palace.

It is still the luxurious, majestic dormitory, like heaven.

The versatile Pope was standing in front of a large landscape painting half a man tall, meditating. The oil painting was not yet completed. The Pope held a pen in one hand and a coloring box in the other, staring at a blank space in one place.

Obviously, he seemed to have encountered some creative problems and was devoted to it.

This is fine, and the troubles of the world will no longer be troubled by him.

The dormitory was silent for a long time, until the sky was slight ink, but the blankness was still the same, and the Pope was still hesitant to write.

Suddenly, someone quietly lifted the curtain of the dormitory door and walked in quietly.

The four bishop waiters guarding the door turned to see that it was Archbishop Oden.

"His Excellency Oden." The four bishops bent over and cut a cross on their chests.

"Well, is your Majesty still thinking?" Auden looked at the contemplative pope.

"Yes, I'm used to it. When His Majesty encounters a difficult place, he will think about it for half a day." A bishop whispered.

"Our Majesty is really versatile." Oden smiled bitterly: This Majesty is so addicted to art.

After thinking about it, Auden decided to interrupt the Pope's Yaxing, waved his hand to repel the four bishops, and then sneaked forward.

"Your Majesty, please disturb me." Oden spoke with an apology.

The Pope actually knew that Oden had come in. With his strength, even a breeze flying through the Holy See, a firefly could not escape his spiritual consciousness. However, he, who was addicted to art, ignored Oden.

Seeing that the Pope ignored him, Oden was a little embarrassed and shouted again: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for disturbing me."

"What's the matter?" The pope finally turned his head unhappily, and the feeling of Yaxing was interrupted seemed very bad.

"Thomas is back." Oden said carefully.

"Hmm?" The Pope didn't understand.

"Thomas is back from England." Oden said in more detail.

The pope understood this time and frowned: "Why is it so fast? What's going on over there has been resolved?"

Oden stopped prophecy and sighed for a long time, "The situation is very bad, let him tell His Majesty."

The pope suddenly had a bad premonition and said in a deep voice: "Where are others?"

“It’s right outside the door.”

"Let him come in." The Pope returned to the throne and sat down.

"Yes, your majesty." Oden turned around: "Your Majesty declares Thomas Jin to see you."

Isiah Thomas opened the curtain and walked in with a bitter face.

"Your Majesty, I have a mission to ask for your forgiveness."

"Tell me, what's going on?" The pope's voice was so deep that it was terrifying.

"Justice led his delegation to England today and met the British Queen's special envoy, who brought a very bad news." Thomas looked depressed: "King Arthur, his round table monks, and even the Irish monks' legion of Melkens, were wiped out together last night."

"What? This is impossible!" The pope lost his past calmness and stood suddenly, with a very shocked expression.

The Knight of the Round Table and the Irish monk are nothing. King Arthur is the sub-saint of the Holy See. He has suffered a defeat for thousands of years. Why is he dead now?

"Although the result is sad, the facts are certain." Thomas looked a little panicked: "This shows that the Dark World has gathered most of the main forces in Britain, and its strength is far greater than any previous era. This is the prelude to a new round of jihad. The Dark World has sent the bloodiest letter to the Holy See. Considering that the church group led by us is outnumbered, if we stay for a while, it will be a little bit of good fortune. Then he rushed back at night and brought the news to His Majesty."

The Pope sat down on the throne with a look of tears. Although he and Arthur did not deal with each other, he was a little sad and sad: "Asse! Lord, bless him to heaven and enjoy your glory."

Seeing that the Pope was so sad, Oden and Thomas were silent for a moment, and they stopped fighting and disturbed the Pope.

After a long time, the Pope's expression gradually calmed down and he regained his divine majesty and calmness.

Seeing this, Oden said cautiously: "Your Majesty, it seems that the holy war is coming more fierce than ever before. We must prepare early."

"Yes, your majesty." Thomas also hurriedly said: "The Dark Society seems to be very determined this time, and its strength is very terrible. We must not take it lightly."

"Despicable dark creatures." The pope was furious, and a cold light flashed in his deep eyes: "I will let you know the taste of hell if you dare to challenge the majesty of the Holy See. I will pass on my sage, all the bishops around the world, and the Archbishops immediately rushed back to the Holy See on standby. I will give the Dark Association a headache."

"As for the order, your majesty." Oden and Thomas were very happy. As long as the Pope led them, they would have the confidence to defeat all enemies.

For thousands of years, the Pope has been an invincible legend, and this magic is the source of faith for all the religious believers in the Holy See.

When Oden and Thomas were about to retreat, the pope suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

"Your Majesty, please give me instructions."

"Who is the new president of the Dark Society? Haven't you found out yet?" The Pope looked dissatisfied.

"This-" Oden, Thomas suddenly looked embarrassed.

Indeed, even finding such important information is really useless.

"Your Majesty," Oden said embarrassedly: "The Dark Society has blocked this matter extremely strictly. We secretly control the dark races that are too low to know who the new president is."

"Your Majesty, please forgive us for being incompetent. Please give us some more time, we will find a way. Intuition tells me that it must be the holy war launched by this guy." Thomas made a strong statement.

"Okay." The pope also eased his tone, not wanting to make his favorite minister too ugly: "You have to hurry up, after all, you can use any power, and I will approve it."

"Yes, your majesty." Oden and Thomas breathed a sigh of relief.

"In addition, in addition to the three holy objects of the Holy See, besides the crown of thorns and scarabs, you must seize the time to find the lost "holy cross" at all costs. I suddenly had a premonition that it seemed to be nearby, but it seemed to be far away, as if it was the revelation given to me by the Lord." The Pope's face was meditative, complex and distant.

Oden and Thomas were surprised: "Don't worry, your Majesty, we will do our best and will never let the holy objects fall into the hands of the Dark Society."

"Okay, go. Remember to tell the churches around the world that a new jihad has begun, keep in close contact with the Holy See, be careful of everything." The Pope waved his hand and sat on the throne and fell into deep thought.

I don't know, what he was thinking about: jihad? Or something else?

"I'm leaving." Oden and Thomas retreated and walked out of the dormitory.

As soon as Oden and Thomas retreated, the pondering pope suddenly stood up and rushed to the final painting. He picked up the brush and dripped it in a little color, and only a few strokes were made in the blank part.

In an instant, a perfect landscape painting was completed, and the blank part added a majestic and steep, arrogant and arrogant mountain, adding a bit of majesty and mystery to the entire beautiful landscape painting.

"Well—" The Pope put down his brush with satisfaction, which was a flash of inspiration.

Suddenly, the Pope paused, stretched out his right hand and drew a round and lonely figure in front of him. A bright holy light flashed indoors, forming a bright and peaceful aperture.

A big mountain suddenly appeared in the bright aperture, and the mountain was quickly brought closer, and an ancient castle appeared. The castle was brought closer again, and a spacious prayer room in the castle appeared.

In the prayer room, there were three old monks with white hair and devout expressions praying devoutly. The divine case before them was a portrait of God and the cross of Jesus' righteousness.

The Pope's face suddenly became polite: "Lord bless you, my respected elders."

These three old monks are not ordinary people. They are the three cardinal archbishops of the former pope. They have experienced the last jihad and have now given up their earthly affairs and retired in the mountains of Hungary.

Therefore, in the face of such a Vatican veteran, the Pope could not help but express some respect.

"It turns out it's His Majesty," an old monk opened his eyes and smiled: "Harlington has seen His Majesty."

"Copernicus has seen His Majesty."

"Larsson has seen His Majesty."

Although the three devout monks were old, they were still very respectful to the Pope who represented God's right to rule in the mortal world.

"I haven't seen you for many years. I have never dared to disturb the elders' cultivation. Are you in good health?" The pope looked kind and looked happy.

The leader, Harrington, smiled and touched his white beard: "Haha, it's okay, it's okay, although we old guys are over 100 years old, they are still healthy."

"Intuition tells me, your Majesty may be something wrong this time, right?" Larson looked confident.

"The elders are right." The Pope's face suddenly became solemn: "A new round of holy war has begun!"

"Hiss--" The old monks changed their faces suddenly.

They couldn't help but be surprised, because there was a holy war in history that was not a river of blood and was very tragic. Thinking that such a tragedy would happen again, the old monks couldn't help but feel sad.

"Lord—" Harrington looked full of grief: "Will the tragedy in this world happen again?"

"Dirty dark creatures, they want to commit sin again." Copernicus drew a cross on his chest devoutly, and his face was sobbing.

"Your Majesty, do you need our help?" Larson said calmly.

"Yes," the pope nodded: "The elders don't know that the Dark Society is coming this time very fiercely, and its strength is the last strong one. Even King Arthur has been summoned by the Lord and has gone to heaven."

"Oh my God--" The three old monks' expressions changed drastically: King Arthur's death shocked them so much. This is the sub-saint of the Holy See, second only to the Pope's strongest man!

"There are also the Knights of the Round Table and the Irish Ascetic Legion led by Melkens, all sacrificed for the Lord. It can be said that the Holy See's rule in Britain has been completed." Then, the Pope added sadly again.

The old monks seemed to be numb, but they moaned sadly: "Amen, God bless you to be reborn in heaven, and you are the Lord's most pious warriors."

"Dear elders, to be honest, I am worried that the Holy See has encountered the biggest challenge in thousands of years and may need the help of the elders. However, I am quite hesitant because I am afraid of disturbing the elders' cultivation." The Pope looked apologetic.

"Your Majesty," Harrington stood up suddenly, looking healthy: "Although we are old, we are still the most loyal warriors of the Lord. As long as you give us your order, we are willing to give our last remaining heat to the Lord."

"Yes, we are all willing to make the final contribution with our lives." Copernicus and Larson did not hesitate at all.

"Great." The Pope was happy. With the help of the three, it was no less than adding a powerful help: "I am here, on behalf of the Holy See and on behalf of the Lord, thank you."

"This is what we should do. Your Majesty, are you ready to fight?" Copernicus asked with concern.

"I have ordered all the archbishops and bishops around the world to concentrate in the Holy See, ready to gather all the forces to fight to the death with the Dark Society. However, until now, we do not know who the new president of the Dark Society is, which is a bit uneasy." The Pope frowned slightly.

"Yes, the enemy is in the dark, and I am in the bright, which always makes people feel uncomfortable." Harrington nodded: "But as long as His Majesty is here, we will definitely win. Those despicable dark creatures will definitely go to hell."

"Yes, Your Majesty will win." These old monks were even more superstitious about the Pope's strength.

"I am very confident, too." The Pope nodded confidently: "Then, I will say goodbye. If I need the help of the three elders, I will contact you again."

"Okay, Your Majesty. We will always listen to your call." The three old monks bent down respectfully and prayed.

The pope waved his sleeves again, and the aperture in the dormitory suddenly disappeared, and the mountains, the castles and the old monks disappeared without a trace.

"Silly dark creatures, since you want to die, come on. I will let you know that I am no worse than any Pope before." Paul II looked solemn and confident.
Chapter completed!