More than three months have passed since Arthur became a paladin to train. During these three months, Arthur continued to learn combat techniques and magic skills. It seems that in order to live up to the name of the Pope's godson and the chief knight disciple of the Holy Hammer, Arthur studied very hard and was very receptive, especially for the mastery of divine arts. Arthur was already proficient in unleashing third-level divine arts.

On this day, Arthur was allowed by Sir Horace to rest for half a day. Arthur, who usually trains or trains, is at a loss at this time, he doesn't know what he should do. After wandering around the sanctuary for a while, Arthur chose to find a side temple where the exploits of saints and martyrs in the history of the Holy See were celebrated.

Arthur looked up to see the mural of St. Paul's heroic repulsion from the invasion of Hell, the battle between the holy angel and the cruel demons and the sky, St. Paul led the charge, slashing the flaming greatsword at the demon army. Arthur was very happy to watch, and he carefully admired each mural, and Arthur knew all the classic stories painted in each mural. After seeing all the murals, I thought about going to the sculpture hall and worshipping the heroic posture of the sages.

"Hello, Your Royal Highness. Arthur didn't notice when the gnome in the gray robe appeared, and when he saw that the gnome was greeting him, Arthur stopped and looked at the dwarf.

"Your Royal Highness, have you seen all the murals?" the dwarf's voice was soft and low, like a mother singing a lullaby. Arthur thought for a moment and made sure that he had not forgotten any of the frescoes, and then said, "There are eleven frescoes here, which record the stories of eleven saints in the history of the Holy See. Also, my current Christian name is William Albert. "William, don't you know that there are twelve saints in the Lord?" the dwarf's words were still soft and low, but there was a magic that attracted Arthur. "Come, come with me, and I'll take you to see the last fresco, the story of the Twelfth Saints. Arthur was enchanted and followed the dwarf to an empty space in the main hall.

"Come on, look, there will be the answers you want here, there will be everything you want. Arthur looked up at the blank space on the wall of the temple, and a fresco slowly emerged from the blank space, a fresco of a very different style and full of darkness.

When Arthur saw the mural, his head felt like he had been hit hard, and he curled up on the ground in pain with his head in his arms, howling loudly.

The demon was nailed to the castle wall, but he raised his head and roared, and the angel was scarred and half-crouched on the ground. The Saint Flame on the giant sword he held was already dim, and the wings behind it had turned even blacker.

The guards outside the hall heard Arthur's cry of pain and immediately rushed to Arthur's side from outside the hall. One of the guards blessed Arthur with the Holy Healing Technique, trying to ease Arthur's pain. The soft light enveloped Arthur, who was like a shrimp in a pot of oil, curled up even more violently, and the sound of pain became more intense.

While the two guards were at a loss, Horace finally arrived at the scene. He glanced at the blank wall, and after simply asking the guards about the situation, he ordered, "The main hall is sealed off, and no one is allowed to enter." With that, he picked up Arthur and left the hall.

Unnoticed, a drop of inky blood seeped out of the wall and onto the back of Arthur's left hand, submerging into his skin.

In the prayer room, Horace gently placed Arthur on the stone platform, and Pope Peter Pedoglus XII held the scepter, looked at Arthur and asked Horace with a pained face: "Sir, do you think William will be the prophet that the Lord has been looking for?" Horace said softly. The Pope smiled slightly, as if he didn't mind Horace's answer, and then asked Cardinal Terraria behind him, "What do you think, Terraria?" "Your Majesty, William's ability to absorb His Highness St. Paul's Holy Flame shows that William's faith in the Lord is beyond doubt. The baptism of the Lord, William will also be safe and sound. All things are the glory of the Lord. Terraria said.

The prayer room was eerily quiet, and all three seemed to be out of breath. "In that case, Sir Horace, bring William before the Lord. With a flick of his scepter, Peter Doglus XII turned to leave the prayer room, as did Bishop Terraria. Horace sighed, looking at Arthur's still slightly immature face, with some mixed feelings in his heart. If Arthur was indeed the son of prophecy, was God's judgment too cruel to him? How could he be a demon who was still a child? Horace didn't dare to think about it anymore, for fear that if he thought about it any longer, he would have blasphemy.

In the temple of Alabog, in front of the statue of the sun god Helibus. Arthur lay quietly on the stone slab, his serene face completely devoid of the painful expression he had before. Standing in front of the idol, Peter XII bowed his head and prayed to Helibes: "May the Lord guide the lost lamb, may the Lord crush the evil plots, may the Lord judge all sins, and may the Lord hear the prayers of his servants." All evil will not hide before the Lord, and all heresy will burn in the wrath of the Lord!"

The statue of the sun god shone brightly with the prayer of the pope, and Arthur on the stone slab was also shrouded in light, slowly floating in the air. Horace and Cardinal Terraria and other bishops, priests, and paladins all fell to one knee, and the Pope bowed his head in respect.

Time passed slowly, and the light of the idol did not fade in the slightest, and everyone remained in their positions. When the last rays of the sun also disappeared into the temple. The idol's light began to fade as well, and Arthur slowly fell from the air onto the stone slab.

Peter XII turned and announced, "The Lord has mercifully loved all living beings in the world, and the Lord has blessed William." "Thank the Lord for His kindness. Good day. Everyone whispered.

Arthur, who had been brought back to his room by Sir Horace, had not yet woken up, and looked as serene as a newborn baby. Sir Horace sighed, covered Arthur's bedding, and was departed.

The huge shadow of "Boom" emitted a strange grin, enveloping Arthur in it. "What a pure soul, watching him go from being admired by all to being spurned by all. What a wonderful feeling. I want to enjoy this delicious soul now" The shadow wanted to pounce on Arthur, but found that there was a flame burning tenaciously in Arthur's chest, but the flickering light made people worry about how long this flame could last.

"Helibus, you are still a ghost, but even gods as powerful as you can't stop me from devouring this child's soul. One day, he will willingly go to hell. Hahahaha" Shadow laughed back inside Arthur. The flame shook a few times and disappeared into Arthur's chest.

After a few days, Arthur finally woke up from his stupor, but he had no memory of what had happened that day, not even whether he had gone to see the mural. And the Pope, Horace and others seem to have forgotten. In this way, in this strange calm, Arthur began to study and train day after day.

Kingdom of Ovit, inside the royal palace.

Dregri II was sitting on the Bauhinia Throne, exhausted from the resignation of his minister. With a trembling right hand, he took out a medicine bottle from his bosom, raised his head and drank all the potions in the medicine bottle. The face that was originally tired and unrefreshed suddenly became ruddy and energetic.

"Del, you're drinking Corolla again. Your body won't be able to stand it like this. Let's go to church and pray for the Lord's protection. Queen Caterina walked from behind the throne to Drage II. "Fuck off, I'm not going to beg those bastards for pity. They want my country, and I will never say yes. The king violently pushed the queen aside, then stood up and walked to the harem. Caterina looked helplessly at her husband, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Your Majesty, the King is terminally ill and cannot survive long now on Corolla. We must hurry up for Your Majesty to receive God's blessings. Archbishop Terraria, who had emerged from the shadows, whispered in Caterina's ear. The queen grasped the archbishop's hand and asked eagerly, "Lord Bishop, Del must receive God's blessing." "Caitlin, Your Majesty will, will. Terraria wiped tears from Caterina's eyes and comforted.

In the king's bedroom, Dergri II was already lying on the bed, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, "Heinrich, how long can I live?" "Your Majesty, if you only rely on Corolla, your Majesty's body will not be able to bear it and collapse in a year at most. The archmage of the court walked up to the king's bed and bowed. "Is it only a year, and how long will it be before my child Arthur returns?" the sparkle of Dergery II's eyes dimmed as if heinrich's words had been taken away.

"Your Highness's study will take another five years. It's just that His Highness has been in the Holy See for so long......" Heinrich did not finish his words, Dregri II had already understood, he interrupted Heinrich and said: "My child is a descendant of Arthur the Lionheart, and will never be corrupted by the Holy See." Is there any other way Heinrich can let me live another five years, even if it is to dedicate my soul to the devil. Heinrich was silent, Dregri's illness was not an ordinary disease, but a family curse. As long as the male members of the royal family of the Kingdom of Ovit live to be 40 years old, they will die violently. Dragori II, on the other hand, was seriously injured in his youth, and his life was greatly reduced. At only thirty years old this year, Dregri II is as old as sixty years old.

"Since Your Majesty wants to live, he is not afraid to give his soul to the devil. Such a good business, why don't you find me Ogri. Ogri's voice came from everywhere and echoed throughout the room. Heinrich had taken out his staff, and a faint blue light burst from it. "The retreat of this little demon will not drive out the great Lord of Hell, Ogri. Boom. Ogri's form emerged from the shadows, and the huge goat's head poked out in front of Dragri II, "Do you want to save your country, do you want to save your children, and give your soul to the great Lord of Hell, Ogri." "Ogri, weren't you killed and sealed by Saint Augustus?" Heinrich muttered. "A small Seraphic Angel also wants to seal the great Ogri, and it is impossible for Helibus to defeat the Lord of Hell himself. "Dregri and Heinrich were still in the shock of Ogri's resurrection, and they didn't notice that Ogri's figure was fading and fading, and Ogri was even more unheard of when he mentioned the name of the sun god.

"Come on, don't struggle. I can grant you any wish. "Ogri continues to bewitch Dragri II. "Your Majesty, don't promise. There are other ways we can find it. Heinrich said eagerly. "Okay, I promise you. I have five more years to live, after which my soul will be yours. Drage II said. "Hahaha, the soul of Queen Arthur's descendants has always been delicious. This smell of heaven and hell is truly unforgettable once you taste it. "Ogri drew a crest in the air, which was the Goat crest of Ogri's characteristic Samand. "Come, sign your soul with your blood. Dragri lifted his finger, and it cut a small opening, and a drop of blood flowed out, drawing an intricate pattern in the air, which then merged into the crest. Heinrich tried to stop it, but found himself imprisoned in place, unable to make a sound. "Little bug, stay here. Ogri's voice rang in his ears. Let Heinrich break out in a cold sweat.

Finally signing the contract, Ogri laughed, and his dim body suddenly disappeared. Only the king and the ministers in the palace were silent.