Thursday, Christmas, Vatican.

The Vatican is the smallest sovereign state in the world and one of the least populated countries in the world.

The Vatican has an area of only 0.44 square kilometers. Located in the northwest corner of Rome, the capital of Italy, on the Vatican Heights, bordering Italy on all sides, it is a "national China". The territory includes St. Peter's Square, St. Peter's Basilica, the Vatican Palace and the Vatican Museums, among others. The territory is roughly triangular in shape, with the exception of St. Peter's Square, which is located in the southeast of the city, and the border is marked by the ancient Vatican walls. The Vatican has a subtropical Mediterranean climate. Vatican City itself is a great cultural gem and is home to many of the world's most important works. Although the Vatican is a small country geographically, Catholicism has a large religious population around the world, giving it a world-wide influence in the fields of politics and culture.

The Vatican is the spiritual center of nearly 1.3 billion Catholics and attracts millions of visitors every year. On weekdays, there are many tourists in the Vatican, but today is the birth day of the Son Christ Jesus, and it is a major day for Catholic believers in the world, and there are even more tourists.

People come and go, gongs and drums are in the sky, and red flags are displayed. Just kidding.

Early in the morning, sit on the bus to the ceremonial site. Watching from the bus, one tourist after another. Holding the camera, shooting. Christmas trees are set up on both sides of the street, and colorful lights are hung on the trees. Running children, dressed up Santa Claus, listening to crisp religious hymns of children in church choir. The festive atmosphere is quite intense.

The bus runs very slowly, after all, there are too many people.

"It's about an hour, there are so many people on the road." Makoto Ito thought. "I don't know what the expressions of the people will be in three hours."

Looking at the happy expressions on the faces of the people on the street, savoring the joy of the holiday, the actors in the car couldn't help but complain.

"Damn it, for what we have to work on days like this. At this time of week, I should be at home and have a happy Christmas. I shouldn't be wearing such a dirty soldier's uniform at this time, damn boss, I'll die one day? One of the Soldier's co-actors complained.

"Okay, brother, wait one day the boss won't die, your money will die, what is your salary today, $1,000, or $1,200. If you can earn so much in one day, you will have to complain less. Maybe you have a lot of money and want to compensate for liquidated damages, 15 times. $15,000. The actor of the other soldier replied.

"Okay, without further ado, it's all signed a contract. However, Longinus, the actor who killed and wounded Christ Jesus had 15,000 dollars, and the boss was so generous, what a burner of money. The actor of the Ten Captains said enviously.

"I inquired, and the boss was an Arab, an oil tycoon, a fanatic of Allah, who hated Christianity, and therefore paid a lot of money to stage this opera here, in order to satisfy his own desires, and to stage the drama of killing the Son on the day of his birth. Praise the Lord, the crime of the Lord bypassing me is the fault of life, it is the fault of the boss, if you want to condemn the sin, come to the boss. Amen. A Catholic gossiped and prayed.

"Oh my God, you're still a Catholic, you're so brave to dare to play this." Everyone said in surprise.

"It's all life." The Christian sighed.

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In the car, I listened to them talk about the boss from the performance, from the boss to the irresponsibility of government workers, to corrupt officials, to technology, to the future, and finally to the religious people who approved the performance.

"It's hard for men to gossip!" Makoto Ito couldn't help but think.

You only have this time to gossip, but fortunately, Yamada Ichidu has bought you a huge amount of insurance, and your family should be fine in the next life. I cheated the insurance company in my last life, and I also cheated the insurance company in this life, so it should be wrong with the insurance company.

Makoto Ito thought.

I looked at the more than 30 people in the car and thought about the more than 400 people in the ceremony. Makoto Ito was sure that the insurance company was going to cry.

In this way, in the gossip, he arrived at the ceremonial field. A small open space inside the Vatican. More than 400 people will recreate the death of Christ Jesus here.

Chaotic set, chaotic sounds.

"Everything is in place, prop master, hurry up," the director roared in the chaos.

"Prop master, prop master! Where have the people gone? Did anyone see the prop master? The angry director blasted with a loudspeaker.

"Director, I just saw the prop master." The actor of a ten-captain trotted in armor to the director.

"The prop master is listening to the kid's instructions and putting things away." The Ten-Captain pointed at Makoto Ito and the prop master.

"Child, where did you come from," the director said in surprise, following the gesture of the Ten-Commander, and in the distance, Makoto Ito, who was dressed in civilian clothes, was exchanging something with the prop master. The prop master is holding a large package in his hand.

"Oh, it's the kid arranged by the investor, you give me something to put there. Hurry up. The director came back to his senses after seeing Makoto Ito, the rich man is the uncle, the investor is the biggest, and the child arranged by the investor, well, can't be provoked. There happened to be someone in front of him, and he caught the strong man.

"Yes, yes." The ten-captain nodded and picked up the thing, and trotted all the way to the position pointed by the director.

"Lights, sound, camera, hurry up, time is limited for me to move quickly." The director continued to roar.

I can't afford to hurt it, God won't blame me for shooting this kind of thing at Christmas, the director thought.

The whole venue was filled with the director's voice, and all the people were dizzy and couldn't find their way.

After all, this kind of drama is held here, and it is better to be beaten to death by fanatical Christians here.

Seeing that the time for filming was approaching, Makoto Ito was also busy.

"You, yes, you put down the things in your hand and help me put them in order." Makoto Ito instructed the prop master to run around the set and place the souvenirs in the designated position and fix them.

666 religious memorabilia with the power of faith were placed throughout the ceremonial hall according to some peculiar pattern. And in the middle of the whole ceremonial arena was placed a huge cross with a dummy tied to it, and the dummy had two blood bags on it, one of which was the blood of an Eastern European named Christ, although his name was not Jesus. The other is the blood of a Christian believer, and three generations of a family have been believers in Christianity.

Where did you say the blood came from, have a better relationship with the staff of the blood station, and spend a little money.

Seeing that everything was fixed, Makoto Ito breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the director walked up to Makoto Ito and said kindly

"Children, you see it's about to start, do you want to prepare too."

"That's good," Makoto Ito replied to the director, and then Makoto Ito changed his clothes and pulled out a long black box, just long enough to hold the god-killing spear Longinus. Holding the box, he followed the director and started the performance.

"Lights, sound, in place."

"The camera is on."

"The Death of Jesus Begins Filming."

With a word from the director, the shooting began.

It didn't take long, and at 12:00 noon, we finally arrived at the most important place.

Longinus stabbing Jesus in a performance. Makoto Ito followed the man named Longinus, walked over to the dummy, and opened the box.

"Summoned by Longinus, the spear of the godslayer,"

With a soft word, a card appeared on the collector in Ito's pocket. A gun appeared in the box. A countdown appeared in Ito's eyes.

And the countdown was not seen by anyone around. After handing over the gun to Longinus.

He said softly. "S2 Trap Summon."

A red crystal was embedded in the palm of Makoto Ito's right hand. A wave of force came from the palm of his hand, and his whole body was full of force, which was a great feeling.

Another countdown has arrived.

Longinus took two steps forward and stabbed the gun in his hand into the chest of the dummy Jesus, puncturing two blood bags and spurting blood from Jesus' chest.

When the blood spurted out of Christ Jesus, time froze, and the people seemed to be immobilized, and their movements, their voices, were completely gone.

Odes resounded between heaven and earth, and light fell from the sky, and people were annihilated in the light. All who come to the ritual hall die in the light, regardless of status, regardless of status. Death, and there is only death. No wailing, no groaning, no corpses, no bloodshed. Everything is annihilated in brilliance.

The light, the light of death, the light that leads people to death. Pure light, so beautiful, so pure.

A huge pillar of light descended from the sky, annihilating the entire hillside and destroying the entire ritual field, and a figure appeared from the pillar of light.

A beautiful figure, a beautiful battle armor, a pair of wings behind him, a sword in his right hand, and a scale in his left hand. The light of heaven and earth has descended.

"Praise be to my Lord, my Lord Almighty, as the god of hell hath baptized the sins of hell with God."

A word, an ode, endless brilliance.

The god of disobedience has descended.