While he was thinking, one of the guards shouted.

"What are you doing? Do you dare to sympathize with the sinners of the Holy See? ”

"I didn't ...... No! As she spoke, Noumeria quickly took another sip on Appia's rotten maggot face, thus "distancing herself" from the sinner, and then quickly put down her veil again and strode away along the main road.

Noumeria's brow furrowed tighter and tighter, and the two slender eyebrows, swept out like the tip of a brush, rose higher and higher, forming a sharp inverted triangle. Some irrepressible flame began to consume her soul little by little.

Nero!

If you are a true God, then I would rather fall forever in the province and be in the company of Satan, the king of the underworld!

When I find the Holy Son, and get the most out of everything......

I swear to the sword in my hand that I will make you pay with blood!

Even if you put this body to hell for eternity, you will never hesitate to fall into the Netherfire Lake!

......

The Holy City of Arat had been raining heavily last night, and the sky was bluer than ever, and the air was even fresher than ever, despite the smell of rotting corpses under the walls.

There were white clouds floating in the sky, white like the dress of a goddess. But Noumeria's heart was filled with dark clouds mixed with thunder......

......

......

At the same time, the Temple Peak, in front of the Cathedral of Original Sin on the square.

Clothlius's eldest son, Nomeria's elder brother, Varro 'Publius, dressed in golden armor and carrying a golden greatsword on his shoulder that symbolized glory like his armor, strode in the direction of the Cathedral of Original Sin.

From beginning to end, he kept his head down and didn't say a word.

The sky was blue, as if it had just been brushed out of paint. The clouds were white, white and pure, like the skirts of a goddess.

Last night's heavy rain washed the air around me exceptionally fresh, and cleaned the stone square under your feet spotlessly. Until noon, the trees and flowers around the temple peak still hung with a faint smell of rain and dew. The light aroma of flowers, trees and earth in the forest is everywhere, and it cannot be stopped.

The midday sun was the most intense, shining directly from the sky on his armor, and dazzling golden light burst out in all directions.

As the sun shone straight overhead, his shadow was cast straight at his feet, like a small cloud of thick ink that could not be dispersed. The only thing that jumped out was the giant sword on his shoulder, which was thick and heavy, with a blade of more than ten inches wide and three or five inches thick. The sword body and hilt were very long, and in the sunlight, it cast a shadow that was not much shorter than his tall body.

In front of him was a formation of tungsten iron-level holy warriors who were gradually retreating due to timidity. They carried weapons, guns, and even some heavy weapons like the Federation's hand-held grenade #bomb launchers. But these things couldn't stop the man in front of him from stepping forward, and they couldn't even give themselves some courage.

Because he is the "Juggernaut" on the planet Iri!

Aside from the ten or eight "supernumerary" personnel who have not known whether they have lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests or in the market since they won the golden title, seeking the pinnacle of martial arts. He is the only man who wields a sword among the twelve gold-level holy warriors who have entered the world, and one of the heroes in the hearts of all the holy warriors of Eristar, the sword saint 'Valo' Publius!

Finally, a guy was overwhelmed by fear, and fear turned into an uncontrollable anger. He took a few steps forward, holding up the light * launcher in his hand.

"Good tigers are not low wolves! You're a gold-level Grand Knight Captain, and you're going to face our thousands of ...... on your own."

"Get out!"

Boom...... Rumble......

A small* sturdy blast landed on Varro's body, roaring and smoke everywhere.

There was a moment, deathly silence.

When the smoke cleared, I saw Varro keep his sword out and slash without moving. And the man who shot him had already been killed by his sword.

The man was cut in half from head to toe. The brain # pulp # internal organs splashed everywhere, and only the viscous blood between the two halves of the body was still connected. If you look closely, you can see that the shrapnel was embedded in his own body due to the proximity of the firing *. This * didn't stop Varro, but hurt himself, and even the tungsten iron class holy warriors beside him were affected.

Varro carried the greatsword that had slashed through the opponent's body and slammed into the bluestone slab back on his shoulder, but Varro still had his head down and strode forward. Not to mention shrapnel, fireworks, and shockwaves, not even a single scratch or smoke was left on his golden armor.

Everyone's back again!

"Lord Varrow! Don't go any further! ”

"Get out of the way!"

"Please, please, don't go any further! It's our duty! ”

"Get out of the way!"

A holy warrior who had clearly done something under Varro rushed forward and held a greatsword in his hand, which was not as long as Varro's, but much longer than a normal longsword, and a two-handed sword that was much wider and stopped in front of Varro.

......

"Get out of here!"

Boom!

Although there was no smoke to block the view from before, none of the nearly 1,000 people present could see when, how, and in what way Varro made his move. The only thing that was visible was that after a golden light, the holy warrior who was in front of him flew out.

But this person did not die after he landed, but only vomited blood in his mouth. Varro's blow was not a blade, but a blade. He was filmed out.

In this way, a person, carrying a giant sword, walked forward for hundreds of meters with heavy, but not slow steps. Varro, with the greatsword in his hand, looked up, and he could finally see the top of the Cathedral of Original Sin, the heavy arched door of the Papal Temple, inlaid with countless golden intricate florals.

"Lord Nero!"

"Tell me why Appia must be executed! Why take away my ......"

Varro's voice grew quieter and quieter, and at last it was more like he was whispering to himself.

"Take away...... My Appia ......"

......

"Varro, what are you doing? Roaring at the Holy See is a blasphemous sin! ”

"Even if you don't want to live, you have to take into account the friendship between the royal family and the Holy See! Consider the glory of your father Publius, your distant cousin, Manus the Great of the Sanctuary! ”

It was one of the Grand Knight Captains of the Gold Rank of the Holy See, Romecios! Barthes, who was behind him, didn't say a word, just drooped his head and blocked the two tiger-like round eyes with his thick hanging eyelids.

Varro didn't seem to hear Romecios's question, and still muttered to himself in a voice like a mosquito buzzing fly.

"Took away my ...... Appia......"

"I ...... Love's ...... Appia. ”