The Pope put away the dwarf card, stretched out his hand and drew another card in the void.
I saw a colorful spider on the card, crawling on a skeleton, wrapping the skeleton tightly with spider silk.
There is a line of small characters marked on the board.
"The dead soul spider that weaves the web, controls the corpse according to the order of the dealer, and exists for three days."
The Pope stared at the card and said to himself, "Now we have to use a one-time card."
She sighed slightly and threw the card away.
The card disappeared in the air.
A large colorful spider appeared on the ground.
"Go, this is your new home," said the Pope.
The spider heard this, and quickly crawled towards the king's body.
It got into the king's belly, spit out silk thread, and sewed the belly up from the inside.
The king's drooping head suddenly lifted up, and the spirit regained his eyes.
"Master." The king said.
"Well, you have to act as the king for three days." The pope said.
"Yes, I'll go down first."
After the king finished speaking, he strode out.
The pope took out a black card box and put the card of the pointed dwarf in it.
The dwarf screamed and jumped wildly, with a look of fear on his face.
The box seemed to drive him into a frenzy.
The Pope stared at the dwarf on the card and said, "Reflect on yourself."
After speaking, the card box was closed, and the inside was shrouded in silent darkness.
The Pope took the card box.
After a while, a heroic man in a black robe came in, knelt on one knee and said, "When I came in, the nun serving you was saying that tonight's banquet is about to begin."
"Okay, got it." The pope said.
In the holy religion, the color of clothing on the body represents the corresponding duties.
The white robe is the ascetic monk, the red robe is the preacher of the holy religion in the world, and the black robe is the god supplicant who wholeheartedly serves the pope and the gods.
The man bowed and quietly stood aside.
He is the most powerful fighter around the pope, the head of the seven saints.
The Pope pondered, and suddenly frowned.
"This feeling, why is something wrong, what is the problem?"
For an existence as powerful as her, once she had a premonition, something must have happened.
The Pope immediately paid attention.
"Hurt, is there anything unusual recently?"
"Everything is under the control of the Holy Cult, and there is nothing unusual." The black-robed saint named Hurt replied.
"What about abroad? Is there any change between Fuxi and the Federation?"
"No."
"This is strange, it should not be an illusion..."
The Pope sat on the throne, resting his cheek on his left hand, and tapped the five fingers of his right hand back and forth on the armrest.
"It seems that I must make a prophecy," she said.
Hearing this, Hurt raised his head in surprise and said, "You want to make a prophecy? Would that make you too tired?"
"There's no such thing as tiring, let's take a look and rest assured."
As the Pope said, he stretched out his right hand and twitched lightly in the void in front of him.
A card suddenly appeared in front of him.
On the card is a box of sparkling gems, and a hand is reaching into the box.
"Get the treasure?"
The Pope was a little surprised.
This card can represent too many meanings, and it is not enough to solve the doubts in her heart.
When she drew out this card, a black chain suddenly appeared out of thin air, tightly wrapped around her left hand.
The black chain appeared for a few seconds before disappearing slowly.
The pope didn't realize it, he stretched out his hand, and made another card-drawing action in the void.
The second card fell into her hand.
Seeing this card, the Pope sat up straight suddenly.
"It turned out to be this card..." she said in surprise.
On the card, a skeleton wearing armor, holding a black banner, sitting on a white horse.
This is the death card.
"Hehehe, the god of death is visiting? In this way, the power that can change the established trajectory of fate has appeared."
The Pope suddenly let out a piercing laugh.
She spread out the two cards and let them float aside quietly.
In the void, there was a heavy clattering sound, and another black chain appeared and wrapped around her left leg.
The black chain disappeared quickly.
"It seems that I still need a card to get a glimpse of it." The Pope said to himself.
"You have already been sealed with a lot of power, please don't make any more predictions, with me here, no threat will cause you any danger." Saint Hutt said hastily.
"It's nothing, it's just some shackles, at most it will trap me for a while," the Pope said indifferently, "Besides, in case of any situation, I can pay some price to untie it at any time."
"Now, let me see the last card of fate."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and twitched lightly in the void.
The last card was pinched in her hand.
Correspondingly, another black chain appeared immediately, winding back and forth around her body.
The Pope didn't even look at the chain, but just focused on the cards in his hand.
On this card, a scale is drawn.
At the two ends of the scale, there is an old and gray crown and a slowly beating heart.
The Pope stared at the card, and couldn't help but grab the armrest of the chair with one hand.
"Why did the prophecy draw out this waste card? Didn't the king die a long time ago?" She said in disbelief.
This is a special card designed to launch the most powerful occult attacks on the enemy.
The assassination of the king at the beginning was based on this card, and it was barely successful in the end.
But under the king's full counterattack, the card also ran out of power and became a useless card.
From then on, the holy god's chosen skill on this card can no longer be activated.
Unexpectedly, in this prophecy, it appeared strangely.
The Pope stood up abruptly, with his hands behind his back, and walked slowly in the cathedral.
The predictions of the prophecy cards can never be wrong.
That is, the king is still alive
No, absolutely impossible, his body is still in his hands.
"Treasure... Reaper... Discarded cards..."
The Pope murmured.
The feeling of something wrong is getting stronger and stronger.
She suddenly raised her voice, "Hurt!"
The black-robed saint said: "I am here!"
"Call seven saints and guard the main roads in the capital. If you find anything wrong, let me know immediately."
"yes!"
Seeing Hurt's hesitation, the Pope asked, "What's wrong?"
"I don't think you need to pay too much attention to the prophecy. In this world, the existence that can threaten you has not yet been born."
"No, no, you don't understand. I have to spy on the direction of fate, because it is difficult to change something like fate because of what you have done."
"But you have been sealed three times now."
"It doesn't matter, if there is an emergency, I can release the seal at any time."
At this time, a nun came in and asked for instructions: "The lady's banquet is about to begin."
The Pope was thinking about something on his mind, and said casually: "For such an insignificant matter, just ask Saint Ivan to show up for me. By the way, see if there is any suspicious person at the banquet."
"yes."
The nun backed away.
…
The mobile armor shuttled through the clouds at night, and quickly approached the capital of the Holy Kingdom.
When the Mobile Armor was about to reach its destination, the voice of Goddess of Justice sounded.
"Your Excellency, a saint with two hundred crusaders appeared near the manor. His mission is to investigate suspicious persons."
"knew."
Gu Qingshan turned around and suddenly fell down.
The Iron Armor sank into a lake.
After a while.
Gu Qingshan came out of the lake, and with a wave of spiritual power, he evaporated the water from his body.
"Has it been noticed?" he asked.
"I have to say that this was a perfect infiltration, without touching the surveillance network of the Holy Nation." Liao Hang's voice came from the optical brain.
"In addition, the Pope has been staying in the Holy See and did not come to the banquet." He added.
"The Pope didn't come to the banquet? Very good, this is the best news." Gu Qingshan said.
A light curtain was projected, showing his location.
The voice of the Goddess of Justice sounded: "Your Excellency, you need to go two kilometers southwest. In a quarter of an hour, the car of the Federation Mission will pass by."
"I'll go right away." Gu Qingshan turned off his optical brain, and flew towards the target location.
After a while.
Cars with Confederate flags raced through the mountains.
When the car passed a corner, the door opened, and a black shadow swept in.
In the car, two people pointed their weapons at Gu Qingshan, while the other took out the detector in his arms and pointed it at him.
"Identity passed." An electronic sound came from the detector.
Everyone in the car breathed a sigh of relief.
They looked at Gu Qingshan with indescribable admiration.
Tasks at the federal top-secret level are generally carried out by large teams of professionals from special agencies.
But this time, only one person was sent.
This man must be extraordinary.
They quickly pulled out a large box from under the seat, and opened it in front of Gu Qingshan.
"military uniform."
"Army boots."
"belt."
"Personal documents."
"wallet."
"I didn't prepare the gun and saber, because I came to the banquet."
Gu Qingshan looked at the things in front of him, and quickly put on and took off.
The ambassador carefully took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom and opened it layer by layer.
A silver-white medal appeared in front of Gu Qingshan.
"First Class Medal of Freedom?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"Yes, such outstanding military achievements can explain your age and official position." The ambassador said.
"Try it and learn how to wear it." He solemnly handed the medal to Gu Qingshan.
"Thank you." Gu Qingshan said.
He quickly changed into an outfit and asked, "How is it?"
Several people looked at him.
The ambassador pondered: "Your temperament is a little weaker. As a soldier of the Federation, you have to be a little arrogant."
Gu Qingshan straightened his waist, and his whole body changed.
I have spent my two lifetimes rolling in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. I don't know how many demons and souls of living beings there are under the sword. Now it's easy to act like a soldier.
"That's right, even the military attache we sent ourselves couldn't do a better job." An embassy official praised.
"Is there anything else we need to do?" the ambassador asked.
"No need, after I go in, you don't need to worry about me." Gu Qingshan said.
The ambassador and the others nodded and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
In the car, quiet down.
Gu Qingshan looked at the scenery outside the car that was constantly flying backwards, for some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy.