"Go get the Pope back."
At the same time, in the stands on the right side of the square, the bishop looked at the huge water polo in the sky and couldn't help but take a deep breath. However, he did not lose consciousness like the others. Instead, he turned around and gave instructions to a priest behind him.
"No need, I'm back." However, before the priest could reply, the Pope's voice came from behind again, "There is no abnormal movement in the holy objects. This thing has nothing to do with them."
Many clergy in the stands turned around and saw the Pope hurriedly approaching with his scepter in hand.
Several people saluted.
Before they had a chance to say anything, the Pope stood up on the stand again, looking at the sky with a solemn expression.
"What happened in the past eight years?" Suddenly, he turned to look at the bishop, his tone sounded a little heavy, "When did a mage of this level appear in our kingdom?"
The bishop shook his head and said, "It's not necessarily a mage. I didn't feel any magic fluctuations."
Hearing this, the Pope suddenly tightened his grip on the scepter in his hand. The bishop's words seemed to irritate him a little, and the look in his eyes when he looked at the bishop lost even a trace of his original kindness.
"It's not a mage, what is that? Divine will?" He walked up to the bishop and stared at the bishop coldly, "You want to tell me that God is dissatisfied with what I have done, so he sent down divine punishment? ?"
The bishop looked directly at the pope, with no wavering expression on his face.
"Your Majesty the Pope, you are worrying too much. I am just discussing the matter."
Hearing this, the Pope seemed to have no intention of pursuing it further. He snorted coldly, turned around, and turned his attention to the huge water ball in the sky again.
"We cannot guess what God's will is." His voice was as cold as a piece of iron in the ice and snow, "But God has given me the extraordinary gift of Holy Light, but not you. This is God's will. So I am the Pope, You are the bishop."
The bishop looked at the Pope's back and nodded, his expression as indifferent as a sculpture.
"Yes."
The church ignored the bishop and looked at the "foreign object" in the sky again with a solemn expression.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and recited a spell, and another golden flame took shape in his hand. He glanced at the people around the square and threw the flames into the giant water balloon in the sky without hesitation.
The flames drew a golden trail in mid-air, like a shooting star.
In the square, everyone's attention was immediately attracted. They barely recovered from the shock, and suddenly became a little nervous again when they looked at the small flame running towards the giant thing.
Some people even felt a little confused.
"His Majesty the Pope actually took action... So, isn't this thing a miracle?"
A knight next to Parker could be heard sighing.
Parker himself looked at the golden fire and held his breath involuntarily. He seemed to want to say something, but there were thousands of words stuck in his chest, but for a moment, nothing came out.
He could only stare blankly at the collision between the two in the sky with some trepidation.
In the blink of an eye, the flames hit the calm arc of the water.
"Is it coming..." Suddenly, Parker squeezed the sweat on his palms.
Everyone present stared at this scene without blinking, and a nervous emotion was brewing among the crowd. They didn't even know whether they should expect the Pope to destroy this "foreign object" or whether they should expect the Pope to fail.
I saw the golden flame in the sky very fast, like a lively carp, diving into the water under the gaze of everyone.
flutter!
The fire was out and not even a little smoke came out.
“…”
For some reason, there was a burst of relief in the square.
It seemed that they were all slightly afraid. The Pope easily erased such a shocking scene with such a ball of flame. After witnessing the Pope's failure, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't expect that the sounds of everyone's exhalations coming together would sound so clear and loud.
Apparently, the loud exhalation also startled them.
A certain knight came back to his senses, scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment: "Well... the Pope, His Majesty the Pope actually failed, what on earth is this?"
When Parker heard the words, he took a deep breath, shook his head, and said with a slightly trembling voice: "Not yet, His Majesty the Pope is just testing. Soon... soon, His Majesty the Pope will use real magic."
The vague expectation and uneasiness were mixed together, making him not sure how to predict the next situation.
To be able to make the Pope assume such a hostile posture, this large piece of water in the sky must be... magic, right
Parker suddenly felt terrified.
… It’s actually magic.
What kind of magic can have such a terrifying momentum? Not only that, what's even more terrifying is that this thing has no magic power fluctuation at all. It is like a ghost, without any warning, just appearing above their heads out of thin air, blocking the entire sky.
The feeling of having his cognition completely subverted made Parker feel very uneasy.
This... what on earth is this
He has experienced so many battles in his life, traveled to every corner of the kingdom, and cut off the heads of many mages with his own hands, but facing such a huge monster, he still felt as confused and scared as a baby.
Come to think of it, what on earth is this thing
"Why do I feel like I've seen this thing before..." Suddenly, another knight next to him looked at the sky and said hesitantly, "This thing looks a bit like that thing... What's it called 'water polo technique'?"
…water polo
Fuck water polo!
Hearing this, Parker was like a ignited explosive barrel, and his long-suppressed emotions suddenly burst out. He reached out angrily and grabbed the knight who said this.
"Water polo? Your fucking mind is burned out! Water polo..." He slapped the opponent's head hard like a fool, while cursing, "Fuckin' water polo... Your water polo looks like this? After all these years, You have become a knight for nothing, why do you still use water polo skills?"
He hit harder and harder, as if only this hard hitting and continuous yelling could calm his suddenly frightened mood.
Water polo
It seems... It seems a bit like...
Huge water balloon covering the sky…
No no no! What are you thinking about? This can't be water polo! Water polo is just a useless magic that only magic apprentices can practice. How can it be so powerful
At that moment, Parker reminded himself hard in his heart.
absolute! Definitely not water polo!
He must be crazy, he was almost misled by this kid.
No, he had to beat him harder and clear up this kid's mind, so that he wouldn't come up with some weird ideas, which would affect others and disgrace his status as a royal knight.
In this way, Parker beat up the knight who said "water polo technique", and the two even caused a small chaos in the crowd.
at the same time.
In the stands on the right, when the Pope saw that the flames were easily blocked, his expression changed, revealing a more gloomy look.
“A little tricky…”
He did not immediately start the next round of attempts, but looked at the sky, releasing his extremely sharp mental power, trying to feel the behemoth in the sky, guessing its origin and where its weaknesses were.
Suddenly, his expression changed.
He seemed to have discovered something, and no longer paid attention to the "foreign object" in the sky. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the cross wrapped in flames in the center of the square with a bit of astonishment.
The burning at the stake is still going on, and the flames on the cross will not stop.
I saw that one of the black-haired teenagers had been burned to a crisp by the flames, and even his human form could not be seen. However, on the other side of the cross, the blond boy still raised his head, with clear eyes, looking towards the sky with something almost pious.
It was the brother who was used to die in Grant's place - Benjamin Reese.
He is still alive.
Not only was he alive, he was living well. It seemed that from the moment the sky changed, an invisible barrier suddenly appeared around him. The blazing flames were blocked by something unknown and could not harm him at all.
He was tied to the cross like this, surrounded by flames, with no panic on his expression, as calm as the water in the sky at this moment.
"This kid is weird." Seeing this, the Pope couldn't help frowning, clenching the scepter in his hand, and his low words concealed a sense of fear.
However, before he could wait for the people around him to react to his words or for him to make the next move, changes happened again.
The boy who was trapped in the flames but unharmed suddenly moved.
He seemed to feel something and his eyes moved accordingly. When the Pope looked at him, he also looked towards the Pope through the blazing flames.
Two different eyes met silently in mid-air.
A silence that seemed frozen in time.
Suddenly, the young man raised his eyebrows, showing a somewhat flat expression, and blinked at the Pope like an electric discharge.
“…”
After a brief moment of astonishment, the Pope suddenly seemed to have thought of something and looked up towards the sky hurriedly.
I saw that the huge water ball in the sky, which was originally calm, was shaking violently as if it was stimulated by something.
Then, under the fearful eyes of countless people, it was like the sky collapsed. The entire water ball suddenly seemed unable to maintain its shape and collapsed, turning into a torrential waterfall. With a crash, it rushed towards the entire capital.