Vol 8 Chapter 1045: Devotion

In the north of the Holy See, the Prussian Brigade and the Lions Guards criss-crossed, the Black Cross and the Lionheart flag fluttered under the cloudy sky. Today's weather is very bad. The air is filled with dust that is difficult to dispel, as if there is a strange The power is swallowing up.
Behind the Cavaliers array, the Nero Pope sits on the huge throne. However, it is not the former attendant who is responsible for the seat. It is the 16 strange tall, not human, covered with a full-closed heavy armor. The throne shines like the light of the past, but it can't tear the sky, it seems to be locked by heavy pressure, silent.
Above the throne, Nero is still wearing a feather coat as always, with a prince's robe made of unicorn fur on his shoulders. The skin of the white pheasant is more than the cold winter snow, but the eyes are no longer indifferent to the thousands of miles away. It is a kind of exhaustion that is deep into the soul and is heartbreaking.
Two hours later, the troops marched to a hidden cave. After entering, they will find that the ground is full of ruins and wreckage. The thick dust that can't be opened indicates the long time. There are terrible bodies everywhere, dry and broken. Rotten, all kinds of pale bones stretched to the end of the line of sight, inserted into the red and black soil by the blood, revealing a creepy atmosphere.
It is also worth mentioning that the skeletons of these corpses are grotesque, some swell like giant savage beasts, and some are as small as squirrels, but they are both distorted and human, both large and small...
The knights ignored the corpses of the land, criss-crossed into a circle, and stabbed the sword in front of the ground, from all directions to the pope in the center, the hurricane stroking, dead and silent.
Looking at Hoan Risen, who was half naked in front of him, Nero smiled sadly, revealing a sadness in his voice: "I can't stop you, right? Anyone is the same."
Hoan Risen's gentleness, as always, is exactly the same as that of the past, who guards the Pope all the time. He reaches out and gently holds Nero's bare feet, gently stroking the looming blue veins, and finally on the white back of the white snow. A deep kiss: "Glory to my master."
"Glory to my master!" The vast screams came from all the knights, whether it was the Prussian Brigade, or the Lionheart Guard, who guarded the glory of the Pope. Everyone’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, as if Waiting for a great moment, in an instant, everyone took the big sword inserted in front of him in a half-squatting posture and put the neck up...
"Hey!" Splashing blood, 341 Prussian squadrons, 125 Lions guards, all necks were cut at the same time, glory in front of the Pope.
For this scene, Nero is not only surprised, it seems to have already known, her sight penetrated the fog, as if watching the dark and dull future, the pale smile is desolate: "All things will eventually Withering and disappearing, it turns into a tearful rain."
Without warning, Hoan Reisen’s gentle eyes suddenly appeared strange and fierce, like a hunting evil spirit, and the eyebrows of the eyebrows emerged as a golden rush, and the tsunami-like energy flowed down the skin. Like the lava that is about to break the shell and burn all things, the surrounding oxygen is burned out in this flame.
At this moment, all the self-proclaimed knight's eyebrows have emerged as a cross-shaped god. Their energy is intertwined in the air. It is like a patriarchal gathering of Hoan Riesen's eyebrows, and finally it becomes 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 this kind of light, any shadow should be dispelled. However, the ever-expanding shadow spreads rapidly in this underground space, devours the wreckage like a black hole, and devours the body. Devouring everything, categorizing everything as nothingness, dead and violent.
Then, a crack appeared in the void.
one eye...
In the golden fire behind the gods of Hoan Risen, one eye was opened, and it looked like a overlooking the world.
Under the gaze of the eyes, the raging golden fire rushed to Nero like a wild beast. The scene in the imagination did not happen. On the occasion of being swallowed, there was no pain or no wound on Nero's face, but The whole person is slowly distorted in the golden fire, like the reflection in the lake, twisted, torn, turned into a virtual shadow, and finally integrated into the golden fire of Hoan Risen.
The strange eyes in the golden fire disappeared, and Hoan Risen opened his eyes. There were tens of millions of arcs in the eyes that were intertwined and shimmered, tearing the dark pupils into pieces, and the cross of the eyebrows was highlighted at this moment. Out, turned into an ancient roulette floating in the void, the tree-like singularity has a total of seven directions, originally only one direction is lit, and at this moment, the second direction is also lit, and The remaining 5 pieces are gray...
"The ancient voice that appears in your sleep, the eyes that are wrapped around the sky, you have never seen this, are you?" Hoan Risen turned and the huge shadows were quiet and scattered. He looked at the corner of the stone. , smiled and said, "Lancelot."
Lancelot behind the sarcophagus suddenly became cold sweat, and the horror and arrogance spread in every corner of the body... must be reported to the Holy See... Hoan Risen is crazy!
Without warning, a heartfelt sense of danger came, Lancelot hurriedly rolled forward, and the stone behind him broke, and the cold sword of the giant sword was looming in the gravel.
Lancelot turned back in amazement and saw a nightmare scene. The knights who had been arrogant had already stood up, and all the eyes were shining with the red cold, just like the tall guards seen at the church door yesterday. In the swaying, even the beast-like miracles were left in the air, so he gazed at him so gloomyly.
Just attacking Lancelot was a tall, raised guard. From some of the features, Lancelot had reason to believe that the tall guard at the church door yesterday!
When the giant sword hit the second time~EbookFREE.me~Lancelot will not back down, and the sword will meet from the front.
Although Lancelot is 71 years old, he has always been very demanding of his own, and he is not willing to give in to the age. Therefore, the swordsmanship is still superb, and he constantly slashes the weakness of the giant sword and uses his agility. After a cumbersome tall guard, the long sword with a golden fire directly cut off the neck bones of the tall guard.
The tall guards lost all their strength and slammed into the ground. The bones of the skull and neck had been cut off, and only a little bit of flesh was still connected. It was already dead.
Lancelot smashed the blood from the sword and looked at Hoan Risen with a cold eye. He said with a grin: "I did not expect that the head of the church turned out to be a traitor."
Hoan Risen smiled at Lancelot and asked curiously, "Oh? Who did I betray?"
Lancelot pointed the blade at Hoan Risen and said in a word: "You betrayed the Lord."
"Yes?" Hoan Risen's lips evoked a subtle arc and said, "Why are you so sure?"
Lancelot just wanted to say something. Suddenly he felt that there was a change in his body. The instinct of the battle allowed him to block the long sword. He blocked the huge sword swept away. If he took a slow step, he was afraid that the head would leave. Going away.
Lancelot turned his head incredulously and saw a strange but familiar scene...
In the entanglement of flesh and blood, the neck of the huge guard who was cut off is recovering at a high speed. The blood of the splash is like a scream of self-consciousness. The surface is opened and the fangs are faintly visible. They are violently and uneasy. Bite the skin, drilled in, and finally the wound closed and recovered.
This speeding regeneration capability...
Clearly...