The deep night sky was like an iron curtain, enveloping the city of faith, and the heavy sound of thunder came from far away from the Iron Curtain, getting closer and closer as time passed, until it leaped out of the darkness.

It was a pitch-black steed, spewing white mist from the cold night, covered in delicate iron armor, glowing with moonlight, like a meteor running in the darkness, so that it could be distinguished from the darkness.

It marched all the way until it reached the center of the city, the warped jungle in its vision enlarged, and when it got closer, it was a spear that stood up, and the knight stood guard in front of the sacred staircase like an iron wall, and without a word, the horse slowly stopped, and the eyes of the animal reflected the magnificence and sacredness behind the staircase.

The priest jumped off the horse, his cheeks were hard, like marble sculpted, with the vicissitudes and perseverance peculiar to middle-aged people, he did not act in a hurry, but took off the fire and sword from the horse bag, it stands to reason that the weapon was close to here, but he had the privilege of inserting it into the black robe, and a little bit of wind and snow stained the black, as if he had just come from the snow curtain.

The mottled iron cross in front swayed in the wind, ringing like a silver bell.

"Is it alright? It's getting colder and colder in this place. ”

With the arrival of the priest, a knight stepped out of the procession, his helmet engraved with a brass cross sword, the body of which was carved with holy words, nailing the twisted grotesque with the intention of divine slaughter.

It was a group of Templars who took over the protection of the Cathedral of Santa Nalo after the events of Advent Night, and at his waist was a modern sword of fine fire that could pierce iron armor at close range.

They looked like old acquaintances, and after checking the priest's share in a casual manner, the knight casually conversed with him.

"It's not bad, after all, it's for the Pope, and the treatment is the highest, even those big people bow to me and kneel...... And the Emerald has started to snow and should spread here soon, so I hope you're keeping warm under your armor, Charles. ”

The priest said slowly, lit a cigarette, the slight light of the fire reflected his cheeks, the light extended along the scar at the corner of his mouth, all the way to the back of his neck, it was a fatal scar, it was hard to imagine what had happened to the priest, and it was hard to imagine what kind of persistence had kept him alive.

"Oh, they are not in fear of you, Anthony, they are in fear of the Pope you represent. ”

Charles teased, wearing a heavy helmet that covered most of his cheeks.

Although he was ridiculing the priest, Charles said it with awe in his heart.

This is the place of the Seven Hills, and no one can mention him here without feeling awe, just as he would involuntarily close his eyes when he witnesses the scorching sun.

It was the Pope, who was as glorious as day, who turned the tide in the aftermath of Advent and turned the entire Evangelical Church back on track, and some people tried to secretly dominate the precarious pope, but he was cut off by thunderous means, and the entire Knights Templar obeyed his orders to purge all enemies overnight, and those who violated it were crucified on trumped-up charges, and the theocracy and government were firmly in his hands.

Some people say that he is the most pope who is not like the pope, and that the holy faith is only a means to his ends, and some people call him the emperor of all emperors, the most cruel and swift man among the popes of all ages, if he served in the most powerful period of the evangelical church, perhaps the entire Western world would have been under the rule of the evangelical church for a long time, and even said that there would be a torrent of fleets sailing to the mysterious Far East.

"I know, do you want one?"

The priest smiled, how holy the Pope is, he who acts for the Pope, has already felt it, he took out his cigarette case and signaled, but Charles refused.

"I'm still on duty, so there's no need to make trouble for myself. ”

This is the place of the Seven Hills, the Holy Land, where there are always hidden rules and regulations to follow, and there is an irrepressible repression in the Holy Spirit that only the fanatical believers would be grateful for under the stinging skin.

"Anyway...... Some people say that Her Majesty wants to rebuild that thing. ”

Charles's voice suddenly became softer, but even so, his voice in the silence of the night was like thunder, and it was extremely clear to the priest's ears.

For a moment, it seemed that his breath was stagnant, and the breath under the armor was slightly disturbed, and when he asked about it, Charles began to regret it, and the man in front of him who was sculpted by the wind was like cold iron, and his heart-breaking gaze penetrated the armor.

It was a burning night, and the sacred place of the Seven Hills turned into a crimson hell, as if gods and demons were at war here.

At the time, he was only a cadet knight, and he could only see countless Templars pouring into the church, but Charles never saw them again, not even their bodies, as if they had disappeared into thin air, forgotten by everyone.

He had always been curious about the nightmare of that night, some said it was related to a mysterious institution of the Church, others said it had been dissolved since that night, but more recently there were people who said that the new pope had decided to rebuild it.

But whether the report is true or not, this is not something Charles should know, and he will not be surprised if Anthony does not remember to judge himself as a heretic now.

The big rough hand rested on his shoulder, and the priest's voice rang out.

"Charles, aren't you asking these questions to be troublesome?"

The priest's eyes were cold, but he didn't do much but admonished in his ear.

"Charles, sometimes it's okay to be a fool who doesn't know anything, at least you can survive. ”

The priest smiled and tried to smile, but the hideous scar on his face seemed to destroy his nerves, and only half of his face twitched slightly, with a chilling horror compared to a smile.

"Don't think about that, Charles, it's for your own good. ”

The hideous smile was still there.

"I ...... I beg you to stop laughing, and get in there, and don't make our crown wait. ”

Charles paused for a moment, then jokingly said to the priest as if nothing had happened.

He couldn't remember Anthony's normal smile anymore, only vaguely remembered that it felt like a warm sun, but now he was like a hideous ghost.

I remember that at the beginning, the priest and he were also the same trainee knights, but as time went by, the priest would become the right and left hand of the pope, but he was still just a guard, and he sometimes felt a little unwilling, but after the priest said that, Charles was suddenly relieved.

It's better to be a fool who doesn't know anything, at least he won't live as withdrawn and terrible as a priest, and he still has a wife and children at home, Charles is not like the priest who has no one.

He got out of the way and motioned for the priest to move forward, and a gap appeared in the wall of the iron-clad knights, and the gap was followed by a series of staircases, and the line of sight followed the stairs upwards to the highest point, the huge building that was half-hidden in the darkness, it was so magnificent, the dark silhouette seemed to be a huge monster lying on the earth, it was hard to imagine the day it would wake up.

Some people call this staircase to the Cathedral of San Nallo the way to heaven, and at first the priest did not understand why, but when he actually came here, he understood it as he walked up the staircase.

As it ascended, the dusty world was left behind, and the melodious hymn was heard in the silence, and the tower-like white buildings came out of the darkness one by one.

The outer layer of the building depicts reliefs of ghosts and gods, and the people who sculpted them must have been amazing at the time, as if they were alive in the moonlight.

At the top are the magnificent kingdoms of heaven and angels, the style of the sculptures along the wall gradually changes, from soft lines to awe-inspiring, the angels step into the mortal battlefield with fire, and at the bottom of the wall are countless hideous arms, the stone carvings are stained with mud and moss, nailed to death in the abyss by the fire spears thrown from heaven.

The white marble glowed as if the battlefield had actually happened, but there was a miraculous power to seal them in the stone bricks, and finally build this mortal kingdom of heaven.

The priest involuntarily rose solemnly, and with awe, he crossed the last staircase.