Joan frowned.

"Could it be the action of the remnants of the empire......"

"That's not certain. Because the priests did not find any of the demonic nobles at the scene, but I believe that even if they were not directly involved, they must have been behind the scenes, because the belonging of the divine blood that flowed into the world at the end of the war is known to everyone, and it is meaningless to anyone except them. ”

"According to the information obtained by the Pontifical Council after the investigation, the only thing that can be determined is that there are wizards from Albion across the sea involved. They seem to have been sent by the organizers of the 'Glen Train'. ”

“...... This group of wizards is really daring. ”

"Indeed," the Pope nodded, "and we need to get the glory of God to the kingdom of the unbelievers and heathens before the day of prophecy, and this matter needs to be put on the agenda as soon as possible. ”

"But right now, the most important thing is to make up for the omissions. This drop of divine blood is dispensable to us, but it must not fall into the hands of demons. At the same time, you need to find out what their purpose is. ”

There was a pause in his words.

"You must return to the Papal Hall before the Day of Resurrection, Joan. But if you don't find out before then, you don't have to come back. ”

Leo IV's voice was calm and not cold, but the meaning of his words was unimaginably cruel......

......

Joan closed her eyes,

When he opened it again, he was back in the abandoned mines of Silent Ridge, his hand pressed against the mud wall that was jolting and shaking.

Having said that, he naturally has no possibility of refusing; The matter is not even allowed to fail.

Joan knows that she will not, let alone rebel, against the Pope; And he knows better that with his father's person, this man will definitely do what he says.

Even if he worked hard to climb to the legendary rank, if he made a move, would he still not hesitate to deprive him of his current status......?

In a way, this is a matter of course. If people are treated as weapons, it is not the strength of ability that determines whether they are "reliable" or whether they need to be "replaced", but the level of loyalty.

As the rank increases, Joan Borgia will become more and more important, but on the other hand, it means that the suspicion and jealousy of the opponent will also become more and more serious.

This is not the first time that such temptations have occurred. It's just that he can complete the task perfectly every time, and he won't be realistic.

But...... This time, the enemy is likely to be a remnant of the Empire.

The nature of the power of the demon nobles is extremely complex, some are powerful and extraordinary, some are mysterious and abnormal, and in the case of insufficient information, it is easy to suffer losses if they are not careful. Even he may not be able to guarantee victory......

And once he imagined the possibility of failure, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Joan Borgia is like a mountaineer who climbs alone on a cliff with his bare hands, and has gone through a lot of trouble to climb very close to the peak, very close, but if he is not careful, he will fall into the abyss.

Don't say that all the hard work in the past is in vain, and it is more likely that the end will be broken.

“…… Call. ”

Joan's energetic movements were so soft that it was like a gentle blow on a dusty mirror.

The "swordsmanship" he uses does not need to be activated by any weapon, but is unleashed by punches and kicks - more precisely, ordinary weapons will become a burden to him.

Because, those alchemy weapons that pursue sharpness, or various dazzling additional effects, and make the material itself not strong enough, will be easily destroyed by his ability. On the contrary, it is the ** of the legendary knight who has been tempered thousands of times, and it can withstand the power it uses.

In the next moment, with his palm clinging to the earthen wall, circles of ripples spread out on the inside of the flowing and collapsing rock.

In just a few breaths, the structure of the mountain that had reached deep into the ground was completely destroyed.

However, this is not the end -

After turning the countless piles of rocks that have been as strong as iron for thousands of years from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain into powder, the "ripples" that spread out in circles have no sign of disappearing, but are becoming larger and larger: it spreads rapidly along the veins and channels to any corner.

The whole mountain roared and trembled like a living giant.

The death worms, which had been entrenched in the cracks of the dirt, let out a high-pitched scream. They writhed their fat bodies desperately, suffocating from the fatal blow

These massive worms, more than ten meters long, rolled wildly, and their thick skin full of wrinkles cracked one after another, as if they had been slashed countless times with a knife. A huge amount of green blood erupted from a huge mouth with sharp teeth, pouring the same kind of people around him all over the body.

After completely collapsing the mountain with one punch, and at the same time killing more than a hundred demons in one go, he clapped his hands with satisfaction and slowly dusted off the dust that had not been stained on his body.

Joan closed her eyes, listened to the breathing and heartbeat of all living beings within a radius of five kilometers, and after making sure that there were no survivors, she waved her hand - the sharp air flow condensed into a bundle, and a large hole with a diameter of 100 meters was carved in the center of the earth-stone "waterfall" pouring downward.

The moment he jumped, the bright red robe fluttered gently, setting off a wave of white qi behind him, and Joan disappeared in place at a speed that the human eye could not capture.

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"Your Excellency has left."

On the hill not far away, a tall man in a pitch-black priest's uniform watched the amazing scene of the entire hillside collapsing, and said to his colleagues behind him.

He said he was wearing sunglasses, but if he looked closely, he would see that the two black lenses were directly embedded in his eye sockets: Father André did not have human eyeball tissue, but instead had two dark crystal plates.

"There are no signs of human or large life in there."

Two bright red dots flickered on the surface of the black crystal for a moment, and then he spoke.

This means that the abandoned mine has been cleaned up. Whether it's the convoy or the wizards of the Black Tower, or the "people" who are snooping in the shadows, they have either been crushed to death or have already retreated early.

In other words, the battlefield has shifted at this moment.

He turned.

Ahead, a large dense forest immersed in night and wind and rain, and a lonely carriage was parked in the middle of the cliff. More than a dozen colleagues are around.

They don't have to do anything, they just have to watch and protect the queen until the cardinal returns—

But this is clearly not an easy job.

"Who is it?!"

Another member of the Internal Affairs Bureau's dark crystal "pupils" flashed red.

"Take it easy, guys."

With a hoarse voice, a figure in a black robe and a silver mask walked out of the dense forest, just as the man said, his attitude looked very relaxed.

- "I'm here to negotiate. ”