It was clearly a dark and deep underground, but at this moment it was illuminated by endless flames. The blazing white flames chased the evil, and the shadows had nowhere to hide.
"Seni... Lothair."
Listening to Lawrence's roar, Lorenzo's eyes were a little dull. After a brief hesitation, he stared intently at the existence in front of him.
The sharp spike sword pierced through the new Pope's head, and as Lawrence exerted force with his wrist, the spike sword was cutting his head bit by bit.
The metal tore the flesh apart, making a teeth-grinding sound. The blood dripped along the edge but did not touch the ground. It was evaporated by the scorching heat and turned into bloody gas, filling the mouth and nose.
Breathe, and with this taste, fear also has a perceptible smell.
Yes, Lorenzo could feel it all, the smell of fear, the shape of horror, the meaning of death...
The flesh was torn apart and the bones were gradually crushed. In this horrifying scene, the new Pope's hoarse laughter could not be stopped.
The scene before him surprised Lorenzo a little. He had thought about the fate of the new Pope. He might die in battle, or survive by chance. But he never expected that he would become the dominated of the Unspeakable and guard this stagnant temple.
Lorenzo quickly accepted everything in front of him. Looking back now, there didn't seem to be anything unreasonable. Everything was going according to the rhythm of the story.
It’s just a pity that this was the first time Lorenzo saw the mysterious new Pope in person, and probably the last time.
In another situation, they might have sat down and chatted amicably about anything... but here, in this situation, they were fighting it out.
"I'm sure you're sad too, Your Majesty!"
Lorenzo shouted, and with one hand he grabbed the spiked sword that pierced his chest, holding it tightly so that the blade could not continue to penetrate his body. At the same time, he swung the spiked sword with the other hand and slashed forward fiercely.
"The one who was crowned by the Holy Spirit ended up being a stumbling block before the dawn."
Lorenzo's words were torn to pieces by the whistling wind. A ray of light as sharp as thunder flashed by, and both the fireworks and the dust were instantly shattered into countless fallen leaves.
The spiked sword cut off the hand holding the sword, and the severed limb rose up. Then blood burst out on the new Pope's chest. The sword wound penetrated the limb and was engraved on his chest, leaving a huge scar.
This no longer looked like an injury caused by a sword, but more like some monster had hit his chest with its sharp claws.
The flesh was scraped off, revealing the pale bones, which collided with the spike sword protruding from the heart, making a metallic sound.
Lawrence also cooperated with Lorenzo's fierce attack. Power burst out from his arms. With the force of moving mountains, the two pierced swords began to move slowly, completely crushing the heart into a ball of soft and rotten meat paste. The other sword was pulled out suddenly, taking off most of the new Pope's head.
As blood splattered, the new Pope was severely injured. In severe pain, he once again let out that shrill and shuddering scream.
Transparent ripples erupted with terrifying screams. Both the fireworks and the floating red lines collapsed in an instant. Lorenzo was also blown by the wind pressure. Even if he stabbed the spike sword into the ground, he could not stop his figure from being pushed back step by step.