The old pope's prayers stopped, but the surrounding light shield remained steady, and under this light curtain, the closed eyes slowly opened.

The murderous aura and spell fluctuations behind him were not concealed in the slightest, and what fell into his ears was still the familiar voice, still the familiar nickname, but the cold tone in it clearly informed the Pope that the one behind him was no longer the shy and shy young mage.

"Heh......"

With a chuckle, the Pope's eyes looked at the familiar scene that he was blessing—how could he not be familiar with the place he had been punished for cleaning countless times? Looking at the faces that were familiar or unfamiliar, but all without the slightest fear, a gentle and calm smile flashed in their clear pupils.

Is this the game? Is this the choice?

Isn't it......

Because there is only one choice from beginning to end, how can it be considered a choice?

He chuckled lowly, the corners of the old man's mouth were slightly raised, and a wicked smile suddenly appeared on the old face:

"Looks like you're really not Edmund."

"Wasn't you the one who was the most excited to watch at the beginning?"

The laughing voice fell, but there was no longer a panicked explanation from the shy mage, and the Pope sighed low in his heart, his eyes slowly closed, and there was no panic or determination in his heart, not even a trace of fluctuation.

Peace and joy, silence and no waves.

It's like doing morning classes when I was a teenager, like watching the quiet holy city at sunset every day after becoming a pope.

The next moment, the still gentle and quiet chant sounded along with the increasingly thick spell fluctuations.

The light shrouded in the sky suddenly lit up, and the brightness did not fade, but turned into a solidified color, so that even if the wielder died, there was still a certain amount of time left for the knights to react, and at this time, the rising spell fluctuations behind him finally reached their peak.

Buzz~

As if the fluctuation of the spiritual power of the essence caused a change in the present world, a brilliant silver-blue light appeared behind the Pope, against this brilliant light, the Pope slowly opened his eyes, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at the human beings who were blessed under the light cover, and the benevolent voice was still unhurried, and read the last two sentences.

"The flames will run out of firewood, but there are still embers left on the earth......"

“…… The fire will eventually be born from this ember......"

The next moment, a huge spiritual fluctuation crashed into the Pope's soul, the old man's pupils suddenly dilated, a smile on the corner of his mouth immediately froze, and his eyes looked into the distance before losing his brilliance.

I really hope that I can always look at the peaceful life of the Holy City, I really hope that ......

In this world, there can be such a peaceful life everywhere......

Rumble!!

The silver-blue light suddenly brightened, and then slowly disappeared with the vitality of the Pope, and the old man who appeared on the spot was still half-kneeling on the ground, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his hands clasped in front of him, as if he was still praying, it seemed that he could still disappear directly with a sneak in the next second, and then looked at the startled people and showed a wicked smile, but it was no longer possible......

The old man's silver-white hair lost its luster almost instantly, turning to a pale color like withered grass.

“…………”

Silently withdrew his palm, looking at Beatrice, who pounced on the Pope in disbelief because of the shattering of the spiritual barrier, with tears in her eyes, Archmage Edmund's eyes flashed with a frantic twist and struggle, but with the wisp of scarlet color flashing in the pupils again, this distorted look that can be called a desperate struggle still slowly dissipated unwillingly.

Archmage 'Edmund' shook his palm slightly, and a hideous grin broke out at the corner of his mouth.

"The Pope...... Dead ......"

"Huh...... Praise the ...... of the Eternal Night"

"Ahh!!!h

At this moment, there was a sudden terrible wail and roar from the battlefield, like a lone wolf crying for the moon, and the next moment, like a demon that had been unlocked, the mad and terrifying murderous aura swept in all directions, and a blood-red fighting aura suddenly rose into the sky, smearing this piece of heaven and earth into a trace of killing.

Under this light, with the death of the shepherd, the demons who once dominated the battlefield and slaughtered wantonly returned to the world......

"Tough, ahh......hh

The roaring voice slowly became lower, the old knight's originally straight body fell down, his body trembled slightly, and the original pure white fighting aura on his body was gradually dyed into a blood-red color by the murderous aura, and the knight's sword was directly taken out of his hand and inserted upside down on the ground, but even so, the frenzied black devils around him seemed to be completely frozen, and they did not dare to approach the old man at all.

In those old eyes, the blood of the Tao was constantly filled.

"How could it be...... How could he...... How could the breath disappear......"

"How can you die...... How could it be ......"

"Hello, my name is Joshua, and I am the grandson of the Pope, and I must be the future Pope, so you must respect me."

"Oh, hey, do you want to take a look together, the girl's figure over there is perfect, it's a pity to be a nun~ Pope? Cut~ Obviously the girl is a little more important, no! Many, many points! If there is a girl, the undead will go to be the Pope, tired to death! ”

"Ahem, what, I still lack a teammate, do you want to ...... together"

"It's all right! You're so badly injured! Wait a minute! ”

"Your murderous aura is too heavy, you should find a way to cultivate yourself~ Otherwise, you will finish sooner or later, where will anyone like you."

"What? I don't know music, I have no interest in literature, and I don't know anything about floral tea ceremony...... Okay, my God, you can only go to the auditorium to wipe the wood carvings~"

"Listen to me! Franks, I won't let you die! Listen to me! Survive! ”

"When we get old, let's go see where we used to fight...... It's been decades, and after all, I still have to see it......"

Countless mixed memories shuttle through my mind.

Unobtrusive, gentle, sincere...... Young Tender Old ......

All of them are gone!!

"I'm going to ...... Become a Pope! ”

"I'm going to protect this city! Guarding the people here, no one will be able to surpass me until I die!! "Fifty years ago, a handsome young priest casually wore the Ring of Thorns on his head with a moon-white holy vessel in his hand, accompanied by an incomparably bright light.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"After all, the young lady of the Holy City is very beautiful!"

"As a teammate, you have to help me, this is the Pope's entrustment, but it is more important than ten young ladies!"

They met at the age of seven, and at the age of sixteen, they fought side by side for seven years, lived and died together for seven years, and then turned into a sword to protect the holy city and mankind, stationed here for forty-three years, until now, until the sword is broken, and the young man who was full of spirit has become old......

The next generation is about to grow up.

But, really gone......

"Unforgivable...... Heresy ......-"

The old knight's lowered head was slowly raised, his eyes were blood-red, and his body was full of terrifying murderous aura, his expression was hideous and terrifying, and his expression was more like a demon who despised life than a demon—

He really is,

It used to be, the devil!

Frank Heslet, the Inquisitor, the Inquisitor of the Heresy, has shocked the Five Kingdoms with the victories accumulated by countless lives and the achievements of countless desperate battles!

The mad murderous aura roared like an evil dragon.

"Dead !!!"