"Times are constantly iterating and evolving, just as we once wielded stones, sticks, swords... and now guns."
The new Pope did not launch another attack. His voice was hoarse in the heavy black fog.
The steel mask was also covered with white and tender branches. They were like tiny vines, entwining and growing. Lorenzo looked carefully and vaguely discovered that these branches looked very much like flesh and blood with plant characteristics.
"This is undeniable, right? Ladies and gentlemen, our architecture, skills, art, technology, everything, our great civilization...
We are constantly spiraling upwards. Everything within human cognition is progressing over time. We are exploring unknown lands and discovering fantastic technologies. This is what we have done before. So, in the end, why do humans themselves stagnate? "
Most of the new Pope's body was replaced by branches. He was rooted deep into the ground, unable to move. Half of his body became as hard as a tree, and his only arm slowly rose up, and crazy words rang out.
"The path to ascension is right before our eyes, why should we stop here?"
The new Pope asked in confusion, but Lorenzo and Lawrence didn't waste time talking to him. A stream of fire flashed by, burning the bleached tree.
For a moment, it was as if a giant dragon was breathing towards him. The high temperature of the volcanic lava sent out chaotic sparks. Waves of heat that were enough to melt steel blew everywhere, and the scattered red threads that looked like a huge cloak were all broken.
They fluttered in the air, with fireworks chasing them above them, and the flames could be seen flickering and extinguishing until only floating remnants of fire remained in the air.
The steel mask was slightly burned red, and wrapped in branches, it looked like a sculpture that had been weathered for who knows how long, with only the arms still moving stubbornly.
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you really think there is any... so-called room for maneuver between us?"
Lorenzo spoke indifferently as flames erupted, completely enveloping the new Pope, and even the dark mist began to dissipate under the high temperature.
Lorenzo was as hard-hearted and ruthless as Lawrence. If just a few meaningless words could shake the two of them, then the new Pope... The Unspeakable was a little too naive.
The new Pope paid no attention to this and continued to make that disturbing strange laugh.
With the cooperation of Loren and Lawrence, they inflicted heavy damage to the new Pope and tore his body apart, but they also paid a heavy price accordingly.
Lorenzo held on to his body. The fierce blow from the tail blade broke countless bones in him. His sunken chest rose and fell with his breathing, and every breath brought him the stinging pain of a sharp weapon stirring his flesh and blood.
The invasion of the black fog also brought many impacts. Although Lorenzo had not been in contact with it for a long time, he probably guessed the weirdness of the black fog.
It was like the "materialization" of erosion. As the mists invaded, they accelerated the speed at which Lorenzo was eroded. The world before his eyes began to have slight double images. Lorenzo was not sure how long he could hold on, but he was confident that he could eradicate it all before he completely collapsed.