It was as if what I was seeing was not the essence of human civilization for thousands of years, nor the majesty of the Holy See's theocracy, but just some simple murals made of ordinary pigments and stones. And the miracles told in the mural could not move this priest who should have been reverent and faithful to the divine right according to reason.

"Could such a bloated, ugly, and fragile body contain the power to separate light from darkness? It's really whimsical. ”

After a few minutes of careful scrutiny, the man suddenly uttered a sentence that did not know whether to sigh or mock.

There were already a few people in the church, so quiet that only the whispers of the pope's prayer could be faintly heard, but the atmosphere was broken by his abrupt words, especially the sneering tone at the end, which made the pope's attendant Benedict hear it clearly.

He turned his head in horror, but his first reaction was to look at Cardinal Joseph Montigny, who was standing not far behind him, and found that the bishop, who had been known for his strict and cautious words, did not react when he heard this disrespectful words, and he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

The nine main pictures of the central dome of the Sistine Chapel were painted by the Renaissance master Bonarroti Michelangelo for four and a half years, alone and painstakingly, recording the story of God's opening of heaven and earth, creation of man and the Great Flood narrated in the Old Testament of the Bible, which is not only the greatest work of art in the High Renaissance, but also represents the cornerstone of the universal authority of the Christian Catholic Church and the Holy See.

The content of the separation of light and darkness mentioned by the other party is obviously aimed at the part of the mural "God divides light and dark" - describing the great miracle of God facing the sky and stretching out his arms to separate light and darkness.

A little priest with no name dared to speak out in front of him. Call God "a bloated, ugly, and weak body"! Even if he was personally brought by Cardinal Joseph, he was really out of Benedict's imagination, and if His Majesty the Pope had not heard the prayers in front of him, he could have been expelled from the Vatican.

"Presumptuous! Father, please be aware of who you are. Dare to speak against God! ”

By the time he said this, Benedict had no disdain to look at the man, but instead his eyes fell on Cardinal Joseph. In his opinion, after he reprimanded him to his face, the bishop could no longer pretend that he did not hear it, and he had to make some indications.

However, he was disappointed again. Because Josemontini still turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't care at all about what he said, he continued to maintain an expressionless appearance in front of him, and looked straight at the Pope not far away.

How unreasonable!

In Benedict's more than thirty years of papacy career, he had never seen such an unscrupulous blasphemer. and cardinals like Cardinal Joseph, who had become so angry that he felt that his dignity and faith had been ruthlessly trampled upon, and he could not help but shout out to the guards outside the door.

But his purpose was not achieved, and his anger quickly turned to horror. Because his mouth and tongue seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, he could not make any movement at all, let alone make the slightest sound. This strange scene made him panic, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch his mouth. There was a stumbling under his feet, knocking on the railing behind him.

Why? Why can't I speak up?!

Benedict was completely panicked by this strange situation, and then he saw the tall, strange priest roll his gaze. Looking over here:

"Delusion? Licentious? ”

He seemed to have heard some kind of funny joke and sneered softly.

At this time, Pope Saint Stephen, who was originally sitting quietly praying at the front, seemed to be also alarmed by the voice behind him, muttered a few times, stopped praying with a little dissatisfaction, and straightened up. Trembling and staggering.

"What happened? Makes you such a gaffe, Benedict? ”

St. Stephen coughed slightly. The first to see was Cardinal Joseph, who was standing at the front, nodding slightly. Immediately found that Benedict, who had always been respectful, did not react to his rebuke, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

He took a few steps closer, only to see that this attendant, who had always been calm and calm, had a flushed face, a bulging forehead, and kept rubbing his palms against his face, but he did not make the slightest sound, and he looked as uncomfortable as a violent illness.

"What's wrong with you? Benedict? ”

Saint Stephen's face changed greatly, his feet stopped, and when he wanted to ask again, a pitch-black strip as thick as a child's arm had silently climbed up his neck, instantly retracted and tightened, and lifted his body to the ground and sent it to the tall man.

"Ho...... Ho ......"

Although he couldn't see what strange thing was locking his neck, because he couldn't get the air from outside, Saint Stephen immediately felt breathless, and his throat was tightly encircled, tightening a little bit. He barely stretched out his hands, and finally felt the hard, cold, tiny bulge of form.

St. Stephen wondered why he was able to produce such delicate feelings at this moment, perhaps because he had touched the brink of death? His hands clung to it, trying to break free from his confinement, but to no avail, he could only look at the strange man in front of him with begging eyes.

"Hello, Julius. Oh, no, it should be His Majesty the Pope. The tall man's face seemed to begin to bloom with a strange glow, constantly changing to make it difficult to see his countenance, but it soon fell silent again. His eye sockets had completely turned pitch black, without the whites of normal people's eyes and pupils, and with a distorted smile, it was creepy and mentally broken.

"Tsk, I feel a little disappointed to see such an old, decaying, fragile body. You don't seem to deserve this title, and I think it's more appropriate for me to replace you as the spiritual leader of a billion Catholics, and you shouldn't have a problem, right? He looked up and down at the pope in front of him, who had the same name as the saint with the golden background, and then saw the pained expression of St. Stephen, who had already begun to roll his eyes, and nodded as if he had suddenly realized. Oh, I almost forgot, you can't talk. It's uncomfortable, isn't it? ”

The pitch-black object wrapped around Saint Step's neck suddenly retracted, causing him to go limp, and he fell directly to the ground, convulsing a few times, and finally being able to cough loudly. It was as if the drowning man barely surfaced and breathed greedily.

Possessed by fear, Saint Stephen trembled and propped up his upper body, only to realize that the terrible pitch-black object that entangled him had emerged from under the man's wide priest's robe in front of him, more than three meters long, and was dancing and shuttling in the air flexibly, composed of dense sections of pitch-black carapace the size of a finger. It's like the shell of an insect, and it's as shiny as some unknown metal. Each carapace emits a rich black glow, and it looks like a living individual, slightly tensed, undulating, and jumping rhythmically, as if expressing its own cheerful and joyful emotions.

That's a weird, evil, terrible tail!

More terrifying than what you see in any tome! It's completely different from what is described in the legend of the monster!

Just take a look. You'll understand that this shouldn't be the way it should be! It will never be a living creature on earth!

Heterodox! Evil! Blasphemer!

St. Stephen gasped with difficulty, his face was extremely pale, and he barely bothered himself to call for help to the guards who were just a door away, but suddenly he felt a terrible pressure enveloping his body, and he fell to his stomach, his hair standing on end and shivering. can only prostrate in front of the other party weakly again, unable to move, and unable to even make a sound.

"Joseph. This is what you call His Majesty, the Most Holy Father? Maybe he's counting on those circus clowns out there in ridiculous robes to protect himself? How pathetic and ridiculous is the leader of hundreds of millions of believers. ”

The man gently walked a few steps around St. Stephen, looking at the white-haired old man who was shrouded in his own magnetic field and could be erased from the world with a wave of his hand, and asked the cardinal who was standing aside.

"You are the Supreme Holy See. My king. ”

Josemonite, who had always been the Pope's aid, did not react to the embarrassed appearance of St. Stephen in front of him. Instead, he bowed respectfully to the man and let out a voice of admiration with joy and sincerity.

"So. and borrowed his body and used it well. ”

The man stopped, and the long, always raised and dancing tail fell at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and the hard skull was as hard as tofu to resist, piercing in an instant, and the end of the long tail pierced deep into the head of Pope Stephen.

Stimulated by such a terrible pain, St. Stephen suddenly raised his head and stretched out his hand in vain, his eyes bloodshot, and the thick blood gushed from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and mouth, and was terrible. But he could only watch as the bones and muscles of the tall man's whole body seemed to have completely lost their support, and were melting into liquid, quickly shrinking in circles and circles, and as the long tail all burrowed into his body, only a black priest's robe was scattered on the ground.

A tall, living man disappeared in this way, and through the long tail of the pitch-black armor, it melted into the body of Pope St. Stephen, and even the wounds on the top of the head and the blood on the cheeks were all restored, and only the broken crown and hat were thrown away.

This bizarre scene was not leaked, all of it was caught in the eyes of Benedict, who could not make the slightest sound, his tears and snot were already flowing everywhere, and his whole body was paralyzed as if he had lost his bones, and he fell into a state of complete collapse, with that strange expression on his face that did not know whether to cry or laugh, accompanied by intermittent convulsions.

The painful and distorted expression on Pope St. Stephen's face had disappeared, and a huge blurred silhouette of a black shadow faintly appeared behind him, roaring in an extremely arrogant and domineering posture, although it did not make the slightest sound, but it was extremely intimidating, and it faded after a long time.

A dark mist appeared on his cheeks, extending into his eyes. Then he slowly raised his arms, twisted his neck and limb joints, and made a "click" sound, a palpitating running sound, as if he was adapting to this new body, and finally lowered his head, looked at Benedict, who was like a puddle of mud, and slightly stretched out his right hand to make a lifting motion, showing a loving and peaceful smile on his face:

"My people, you will be chosen by charity (miserando_atque_do)."

Standing in the wind and rain for nearly 6 centuries, the Sistine Chapel, which has witnessed the rise and fall of countless papacy, is dead and silent. Even the angelic statues of the dome and the four walls, Jesus Christ and the Sistine Madonna, are quietly leaning down and looking downward, as if to witness the enthronement of the new pope. (To be continued)