In the glorious church, in the flickering candlelight, two figures confronted each other, like beasts meeting on a narrow road, and neither of them wanted to retreat.

Watson had thought about what might have happened to her here, but it was clear that the changes had completely broken her train of thought.

The new pope stood defenselessly in front of him, his head slightly outstretched, his voice provocative.

"Who the hell are you?"

Watson asked, one of the many mysteries surrounding the man in front of him.

No one could have imagined that in the end this sacred crown would fall into the hands of such a mysterious person, who had zero information about the new pope, and who could not have traced his past, and who appeared in the history of the Evangelical Church out of thin air.

"I, Seni Lothair, the new pope of the Evangelical Church, what about you?"

Seeing that Watson had no intention of fighting, the new Pope straightened up and picked up the fallen spike sword.

"I mean, under your mask, who is under this iron mask?"

Watson asked in a deep voice.

The distance between the two was short, and Watson could have tried to invade the new pope [intermission], but she was a little hesitant, she didn't dare to do so, and previous intelligence showed that the new pope had fought the Silencer more than once, and he survived each time.

Maybe...... Maybe this was a scarier guy than Lawrence, Watson didn't know how much he knew about Gabriel, and she needed to be more vigilant, at least not now.

"Under the mask?"

The new pope touched his cold mask, and laughter rang out.

"That's another question, guest. ”

He flicked up his sword, danced a few beautiful sword flowers, and then moved out of the way, and the dark gates of heaven were already open, like wild beasts with their fangs wide open, waiting for people to step in.

"But before I answer that question, let me talk somewhere else, because this place is so sacred, and it is somewhat disrespectful to tell about those sinful things here. ”

The new pope made a "please" gesture as he spoke.

Watson didn't hesitate too much, she had all the preparations she had made when she arrived, too many people had already made sacrifices for that lofty ideal.

She stepped into the darkness, followed by the new pope.

There was a slight grinding sound in the darkness, the old air mixed with dust, and Watson could feel himself being swallowed up by the darkness little by little, falling into the endless abyss.

She and the new pope each occupied a corner, and in the silence Watson's voice rang out, and she asked again.

"Who are you under the mask?"

"Wait a minute......

From the other side of the darkness came the voice of the new pope, who actually took off his mask, picked up a cigarette, and shimmered in the darkness.

It's a strange feeling, as if the new pope didn't see Watson as an enemy from the beginning, or that he didn't think Watson would attack him.

In this way, he smoked leisurely, and the narrow space was filled with the smell of smoke, and Watson smelled a difference.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with this cigarette, it's just a little ...... The effect of paralysis, I usually use this thing to relieve pain, but the effect will decline if I smoke too much, so only at this time will I order one. ”

The new pope said slowly, his habit reminded Watson of Lorenzo, the guy who liked to make his hands and feet in tobacco.

"Ah...... Don't you think that's great? Falling from heaven to hell is a 'fall' that is embodied, like a ritual. ”

His hoarse laughter rang out in the darkness.

Watson didn't speak, what she occupied was Anthony's body, and this body was gushing with secret blood, and she also enjoyed the strength of this body.

She tried to see through the darkness with the witcher's eye, but no matter how much Watson stared at the glimmer of tobacco, she couldn't see the new Pope's face, which seemed to be clinging to an invisible mass of darkness, sticky and bloated.

"It's so comfortable......"

The new pope seldom spoke so much, and was seen by everyone as a silent tyrant, preferring his actions to his words.

"This paralyzing sensation can briefly wake me up from that sea of pain, but alas, sooner or later I will become resistant to it, and there will only be fewer and fewer things in this world that can relieve my pain. ”

Instead of putting on a mask of steel, the new pope set it aside, and in the darkness Watson felt the new pope's gaze.

"I'll answer your questions, and you'll answer my questions too, okay?"

"Hmm. ”

Watson thought for a moment and replied in a low voice.

"Is Lorenzo Medici dead?"

The new pope asked.

The darkness was silent for a moment, and Watson decided to say this answer, putting an end to this long death.

"He's dead. ”

"Wow, I thought he was alive, after all, he was so scary. ”

The new pope was surprised by this answer, in fact, in his conjecture, he thought that the strange ghost who controlled Antony in front of him was Lorenzo Medici, but he never expected that the old man who had kept him on guard was actually dead.

"How did he die, and when?"

"Killed by the Silencer, many years ago, on the night of Adventing. Watson replied.

"Is that so?"

In the darkness, the new pope lit another cigarette, and for some reason this time the sinking was so long, as if it could not be touched.

"Lorenzo Medici, I thought he was going to take the power called Gabriel, so it seems that he failed?"

The new pope analyzed the information, and he did not hide anything, and told it directly in front of Watson.

"Your reaction is lukewarm...... So did he still succeed?"

His gaze fell on Watson again, and she was accurately captured in the darkness.

"Inheritor, I really didn't expect that such a guy would choose to give up in the end, no, this is in line with Lorenzo Medici's style, in order to achieve the end by any means, even if it is to sacrifice himself. ”

Watson seemed to be transparent to the new pope, he could easily find what he wanted from the fragmented words, and integrating the existing information, a new story appeared before his eyes.

"You know Lorenzo Medici and you know his death, so you're also his faction, aren't you? You're his crystal, and you have this inhuman power...... You are his successor?"

The new pope continued to ask.

Watson shook her head, she could have not answered the new pope's question, but she said it anyway, with a little loneliness and anticipation in her voice.

"I'm not that successor. ”

"And what about the successor? I think the successor should have come to me, not you. Said the new pope.

"There's no need, anyone can do this kind of thing. ”

As he spoke, Watson's eyes appeared on the face of 042, whether it was him, himself, or 047, everyone became unrecognizable under the changes of time.

"He's a poor fellow, doomed to destruction," Watson's voice hesitated, "he's a ghost, a demon who hasn't been defeated by the malice of the world, I just hope he can feel more about the beauty of the world before he completely loses his mind." ”

"So you're taking that responsibility for him? That's funny......"

The new Pope dissected Watson's psychology, and it was clear that the enemy in front of him was so weird, but he was like controlling the overall situation, and he couldn't do it casually.

"It looks like I don't need to explain anything else, you've already guessed everything. ”

Watson looked to the other side of the darkness, the new pope was far more treacherous than she had imagined.

"Almost, I've been preparing for so long that I've almost searched the history books of the church to know [the truth], and even then I still can't know the whole story...... I think you're like that too. ”

"So you're not afraid of me?" asked Watson.

"Of course, the moment you appear in front of my eyes, I know exactly what you want. ”

The new pope smoked hard, and the faint glow of the fire in the darkness brightened briefly.

He is the witcher known as "Raphael", wielding the psychedelic power of confusion, and the new Pope is well aware of the sordid nature of the human heart and how to use it.

"You're not a silencer, then you're its enemy, and no one wants to let go of that kind of, and you've found me, and I think you have only two things left. ”

He held out two fingers in the darkness.

"Come to me to cooperate with you against the Silent and find the truth. ”

"What about the other one?"

Laughter rang out, said the new pope.

"The other? kill me for a purpose I don't know yet, but I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid of anyone, so I don't care what you think. ”

"Is this what the 'strong' is called?" Watson said.

"Probably. ”

Before the words fell, the violent erosion erupted in this small space, and at the same time, a sharp sword light burst out from the nail sword.

From the very beginning, the two did not let down any vigilance, and the seemingly calm conversation before was just to get more information.

This attack was launched by Watson, and the mottled blade and the [gap] invasion were launched at the same time, in Watson's opinion, this was the deadliest surprise attack she could do so far.

Mentally and physically attack at the same time.

Only the piercing sound of swords was heard, and the metal intertwined together was deafening, and with a roaring explosion, the burning figure directly crashed into the elevator, breaking through the closed passage and falling from above the stagnant temple.

In the rapid landing, the smoke and dust were swept away, revealing the figure below, which was Watson.

She fell from mid-air and landed firmly on the ground, her hand trembling slightly, the blow so heavy she could barely feel her arm.

Looking up, a vague figure stood in the crack in the towering wall, and he calmly jumped down and landed in front of Watson.

The roaring sound sounded, it was the elevator that fell together, it was cut and destroyed in the short time just now, and it crashed directly into the shaft, and the dust was overflowing.

"You're strong......"

Watson gasped and whispered.

She tried to invade [Interval], but this time Watson failed to invade the will of the new Pope, as if something was blocking her, like a wall.

His own sword blows were also resisted and countered, and it seemed that the new pope was still a little worried about Antony's body, and he did not fight back with all his might.

"It's just that I know the power Gabriel very well, and if you understand this kind of thing, you can fight it. ”

The smoke was followed by the footsteps of the new pope.

"So am I proving my strength?"

"Who the hell are you!"

Watson slammed to her feet, she tried to do something, but her movements stopped for a moment, she stared blankly ahead, and when the smoke cleared, the new pope's face was revealed.

The steel mask was buried in the shaft along with the elevator, and his appearance was completely naked.

It was a somewhat handsome face, but that wasn't what shocked Watson, she couldn't have imagined that the person behind the mask would be him, the so-called new pope, Seni Lothair, was actually him.

"Raphael ......"

Watson whispered his name.

"You know me, you know this face?"

Raphael's reaction was even more amusement than Watson's, and his smile was followed by ecstasy.

"I've always trained my powers, and I'm going to exert this power on everyone who looks me in the eye, so I'm a different face in everyone's eyes...... But this face is who I am, and only those people have seen and know what I look like. ”

Raphael looked at Watson in a daze, all this was his plan, and under this series of designs, he had already guessed Watson's identity.

"Only my comrades, fellow Raphael witchers, have seen me like this.

So is that you?"

Everything in the memory was pieced together, and if anyone could survive that desperate night and master such terrifying powers, there was only one answer left.

"I'm so happy, 016, I didn't expect to see you alive. ”

The extreme cold hit Watson's nerves, and she almost forgot to breathe for a moment.

"No, it can't be, how can it be you under the mask......"

"Yes, it's not the face under the mask. ”

Raphael continued with Watson's words, his expression a little lonely, and then the fireworks washed his cheeks.

The handsome exterior was shattered, like the veil of the devil had been lifted, and underneath it was a formidable face, like a burning tree, the whole face had completely withered and shrunk, the gums were bare, the cheeks were uncovered, and twisted scarlet flesh curled underneath.

The most frightening thing was the eyes, the eyelids had dried up to the point where they were exposed, and Raphael could never close them again.

Is it a hallucination?

Watson asked herself, and then she realized that the handsome face just now was an illusion, and this was what Raphael was now.

This hideous and abominable appearance.

"No...... No one survives that horrible erosion......"

Watson still couldn't believe that during that night, everyone had become demons, hungry for blood and killing.

"Yes, no one survives, but I'm different, I'm strong, I'm stronger than everyone else. ”

Raphael's voice was calm, but in Watson's ears it was like a monster's roar, and as she looked at her bloodshot eyes, which were bloodshot from not being able to rest, she suddenly remembered what Raphael had taught her a long time ago.

The man in front of him had said that Power Raphael was a terrifying force, it could manipulate illusions at will, and make people sink into them, but it would also make the witchers themselves indulge in it, so to dominate this power, it takes an extremely strong and firm will, no matter what kind of illusion it faces, it can recall the mind of its own name.

"I'm damned, the erosion has worked on my body, I'm turning into that abominable demon little by little...... But we all know that erosion is a matter of our will, and if we sink into it, we will be alienated into that terrible monster. ”

Raphael held the nail sword in his hand, and a hideous smile appeared on his withered face.

It's not an injury but erosion, his body is alienating, Raphael is turning into a demon little by little, but this process of alienation has lasted for a long time, and even today, after so many years, it still hasn't been able to defeat Raphael.

"I am strong and indestructible, and even in the face of the erosion of the Holy Grail, it cannot shake my will. ”

A brilliant glimmer rose from Raphael's head, a circle of crowns of thorns woven with holy silver, sharp horns piercing deep into his scalp, leaving scars long healed and torn.

He wielded a nail sword, like a dead man returning from that distant hell.

"016, Raphael is dead, and what you see now is the new pope, the new pope called Seni Lothair. ”

"The Emperor of Ten Thousand Emperors!"

Seni Lothair held out his hand as he spoke, a disturbing smile on his horrified face.

"Do you want to call me Your Majesty?"