This is the sin that has been accumulated since thousands of years ago, or even thousands of years ago. It ferments and wriggles in the deep darkness, longing to return in dreams. Now with the eradication of the "road", it can no longer remain calm, and thus, under the heavy shackles of Holy Silver, it becomes restless.
Thick black fog came from the bottom of the well, and in a blink of an eye it spread to the surroundings of the well and over the ankles of the new Pope. At this speed, it would soon completely engulf the Temple of Stasis and spread to the ground and the entire Seven Hills.
"My enemies..."
The new Pope sighed softly and pulled out the nail sword that was embedded in the corpse, bringing up a metal explosion of blood and molten holy silver.
Looking ahead, one can see white flames burning in the dark deep well. They are reflected in the black fog, like a thundercloud located on the earth, with storms and thunder accumulating in it.
Soon the lightning was broken, revealing a pair of equally blazing white eyes. They maintained wooden expressions, but the corners of their mouths were grinning from ear to ear like monsters, with sharp fangs and claws, and blazing white flames burning between the wounds.
The new Pope had no idea how many resurrected corpses he had killed. Anyway, the fallen corpses were covered by the pervasive black fog, as if they had never existed.
But no matter how hard he chopped and killed, new corpses continued to crawl out from the deep well, as if this was the Valhalla in Viking mythology, and he would fight and chop here until the end of eternity.
These soul-returning corpses have been dead for too long, and they only rely on the hideous flesh and blood under the Well of Sublimation to maintain the activity of their flesh and blood for thousands of years. Their movements are slow and clumsy, and their defense is not very strong, so they can be easily chopped down.
It’s all easy for now, but the new pope knows that the ease is only temporary.
The secret blood that has been dormant in the corpse for a long time is awakening from a long sleep. Just like the crazy unspeakable one, its power will gradually emerge as time goes by. They will become more and more powerful until they are subverted again, and even break through the forbidden critical point with the help of the unspeakable one.
Swinging his sword, the bright silver White Wolf was so eye-catching in the black fog. He passed by the zombies at such a fast speed that you couldn't see the trajectory of his sword, but every time he passed by, the new Pope would stir up a lot of blood.
The zombies fell down one by one, but stood up again one by one.
The new Pope dodged the claw attacks of the resurrected zombies by leaning sideways and counterattacked, piercing their eye sockets and their heads with his spiked sword.
He lifted it up suddenly and crushed the entire head. The headless corpse staggered a few steps, fell down, and was then swallowed by the surging black mist.
The new Pope gasped and muttered.
"How long can I delay, Yanar?"
Everything now was so similar to the night of the Holy Coming that he couldn't help but think of Yanar who also died here.
Relying on his nearly immortal regenerative ability, Yanar released his rationality, and with the blessing of the secret blood, he fought with the abominable demons in the Temple of Stasis for several months. He killed all the demons and survived tenaciously until the new Pope restarted the Temple of Stasis.
The new Pope still remembers that scene. Yanar's shriveled and decayed flesh and blood spread like branches. They grew wildly and swallowed up half of the dome. Countless broken swords and weathered and shriveled corpses that had been killed by him long ago were hung on the stone-hard flesh and blood.