"Wait a minute..." Suddenly, the Pope seemed to come to his senses, and an extremely bad premonition came to his mind, "You, you can't kill me, you... no, you can't kill me."
He understood very well that the old lady at this moment was no longer something he could handle alone. Then the other party's purpose is obvious - she is here to kill him.
But to take a step back, it is impossible for the old lady to kill him completely.
Now he was alone and unprepared. However, as long as he returns to the cathedral, he has a way to deal with the old lady.
Hearing this, the old lady also made a look of realization and said, "Yes, I know what you mean. You were originally a very conservative pope, but when you reappeared eight years later, you became radical. I feel very It’s strange. That’s why I’ve been busy investigating this matter during this period of time, which is why you caused so many troubles in my house.”
She...she found out
Hearing this, the Pope's expression turned even worse.
"Indeed, with you in your current condition, most people cannot kill you in one fell swoop." The old lady showed a kind smile again, "However, I have already appeared in front of you, and you should understand that I have Come here prepared. Just in time, I think that girl is quite interesting, and I gave her a chance to get the inheritance. Although she failed, she still lured you out of the royal capital, otherwise I wouldn't have the opportunity I have now."
boom!
As soon as the old lady finished speaking, another diamond exploded on the scepter in the Pope's hand. However, this time no white light appeared, wrapped around the Pope, and escaped with him.
"how come… "
The Pope froze on the spot, looking stupidly at the scepter in his hand. He didn't understand why this scepter, which represented the highest level of the church's magic props production, would malfunction at this time.
"What's wrong? Does it feel weird?" The old lady shook her head as if regretfully, and said, "Although you have good talent, your brain is too dull and you are not smart enough. You can't understand things at certain levels, and neither do I. There’s a way.”
Seeing this, he seemed to be stunned to the extreme. Instead, the Pope took a deep breath and regained his composure.
Divine magic, scepter... these are not his greatest reliance. No matter how powerful the old lady is, the church's foundation over the years cannot be ignored.
He just felt it was a pity that eight years of preparation would be wasted here so soon.
"Even if you really know, so what?" The Pope threw aside the useless scepter, opened his arms, and said slowly, "That is the secret technique left to us by the Holy Spirit. Over the years, it has also I am the only one who has done it. You can kill me here, but can you really kill me completely?"
Hearing this, the old lady looked at the sky and thought for a while, then nodded and said:
"I can."
Before she finished speaking, she snapped her fingers again.
Along with that crisp sound, the Pope suddenly felt that an extremely terrifying wave erupted from the old lady who was just like an ordinary person. It was like a wildly roaring flame rushing straight into the sky, as if even the sun was about to replace it.
The Pope was stunned.
This is…
There was no time to think about it, so he could only hurriedly put up a barrier of holy light between him and the old lady.
However, as soon as he finished doing this, he looked down and saw a small group of dark red flames appearing at his heart.
The flame looked extremely strange, burning quietly in his chest. What's even weirder is that the Pope doesn't even feel the slightest burning sensation, as if the fire is just his illusion, or as if the fire is growing from his heart.
Looking at the fire, the Pope suddenly had the illusion of witnessing the return of the devil.
-He had never heard of this kind of fire magic.
"You also know that my spiritual power and elemental affinity have increased too fast, which makes me very distressed." The old lady narrowed her eyes, looked at the Pope with a smile, and said, "But recently I thought that they are like wheat, they need to be touched from time to time. Harvest them once. I originally planned to burn them again, but you just happened to be sent up. There is no other way. At worst, I will be stupid for another three years. I can only kill you completely. Three years of stupidity are worth it. Yes, do you think so?"
The Pope's expression at this moment could no longer be said to be one of shock, but one of despair.
"You... you crazy!"
However, he could do nothing but shout angry words.
He tried to expand his mental power, but it seemed that all his mental power was swallowed up by the fire in his heart, and he could not release anything. He tried to call out to the Holy Light around him, but the Holy Light, which had always been as close to him as each other, had no response at all at this moment.
He seemed to have lost all his magical abilities and became an ordinary person.
Suddenly, despair surged in the Pope's heart.
Therefore, he could only watch the flame on his chest dance gracefully, and then began to change colors. First it was red, then gradually turned into yellow, then blue, purple... Finally, the flame suddenly became transparent, as if it disappeared out of thin air.
But he knew that this flame did not disappear, but was still evolving, as if it had an independent life.
Even the old lady nodded with satisfaction when she looked at the fire.
"Well... before I lose my memory and become completely stupid, I will hide first." She showed a kind smile for the last time and saluted the Pope, "Your Majesty the Pope, I will leave first. I wish you well. transport."
Halfway through her words, she paused deliberately, clasped her hands together in a prayer gesture, and then continued: "May your God bless you."
After saying that, she turned around, walked with a staggering step, as if she was really an ordinary old woman with handicapped legs, and left slowly.
The Pope did not watch the old lady leave with his own eyes.
It should be said that not long after the old lady turned around, the flame in the Pope's chest suddenly became strong and engulfed the Pope's entire body. In the blink of an eye, the place where the Pope stood was empty, not to mention people, not even a trace of ashes was left.
The entire flat land soon became empty, with only the scepter thrown aside, barely proving that an unusually special confrontation had taken place here.
at the same time.
In the royal capital, deep inside St. Peter's Cathedral.
Passing through the long corridor, underneath a quiet room, there is a deeply hidden basement.
The basement was small and dimly lit, and there was only something similar to a coffin placed in it. The coffin was not covered, and inside lay an old man with his eyes closed. He looked exactly like the Pope.
Accompanied by a somewhat horrifying gasp, the man in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
"Huh...I...no! How could this happen?"
After taking two breaths, he looked down and saw the dark red flame emerging from his heart again, like a ghost, and began the process of gradually changing color again.
Suddenly, a deep despair spread from his lowered eyes.
"No... I can't die! I am the Pope, how can I just die like this! No!" In despair, his spirit nearly collapsed and he began to roar wildly.
The sound came from the basement. Soon, several priests heard the sound and hurried over, opened the entrance to the basement and came here.
However, this doesn't change anything.
Even if they rushed to the basement as quickly as possible, he could only see the Pope sitting in the coffin with a horrified expression on his face. The flame had become transparent again, and the priests didn't know what happened. The only thing they could see was that their pope suddenly disappeared out of thin air at a certain moment without a trace.
As if he was hallucinating, the coffin that had been filled with people just now was suddenly empty.
Several priests looked at each other with expressions of bewilderment.
And in another basement of the church - a basement filled with densely packed crosses.
At the same time that the Pope was engulfed by transparent flames, the most exquisite cross that was placed at the highest place suddenly fell from a high place, cracked, and cracked to pieces on the ground.