"—I'm resurrected!"

Faced with the miracle of the previous pope's resurrection from the dead, and the impassioned proclamation, Ludovic looked at him with a blank face and a cold smile. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Resurrection?

Nonsense.

As a member of the Church of Cardinals, president of the Congregation of the Monochons of the Holy See, who has many secrets, he knows better than anyone that the resurrection mentioned in the Holy Scriptures is nothing more than nonsense.

If it can be resurrected, why choose the Red King from generation to generation?

If it was just to get a dead person back in front of someone else's eyes, Ludovic knew a myriad of ways.

The 'human body is refined' by the School of Change, which combines iron, calcium, sodium, and potassium...... and a series of other elements are thrown into the water and replaced into an intact human body.

The Psalm School of Flesh Proliferation can collect a small piece of minced flesh from a person and then cultivate it completely.

Not to mention the illusion school of illusion, the conjuring school uses animal nature to simulate human nature and create humanoid demons out of thin air......

But this is far from a resurrection.

In other words, the most perfect resurrection cannot be achieved......

In front of you, there is only one possibility.

"I see, is it a stand-in to die?"

Ludovic bowed his head slowly: "From this point of view, it was a miscalculation. ”

But in front of him, the old caretaker shook his head slowly: "If you want to talk about the Pope, the stand-in should be me." Or, to put it more precisely, we call it ...... Predecessor bar.

I am the predecessor of the Pope, but I am not the Pope, and neither are you......"

Ludovic sneered: "If you want to regain the position of Pope, don't pretend to be a ghost there—an old friend for so many years, perhaps, I should try your skills to understand the power of the Red King." ”

Faced with the piercing murderous intent emanating from Ludovick's body, the caretaker couldn't help but sigh:

"No, I'm not the King of the Red, why do I do it with the human incarnation of the Hundred Eyes?

I'm not going to rob you. ”

He opened his mouth to plead without dignity, his eyes widening in a sign of sincerity: "You see, you have passed the selection of the Sistine Council, you have worn the crown in public, and you hold the papal scepter in your hand.

Now the whole world knows you're the Pope, doesn't it?"

He paused and muttered meaningfully, "Although the so-called pope is nothing but a new garment. And you, one last process is missing......"

Before the words fell, the ground in the hall trembled.

Cracks emerge from the steel floor, then rapidly expand, multiply, and finally, fall apart in the mechanical operation below.

Countless steel collided, hammers pounded, and the glow of blazing lava emerged from beneath the steel floor. In the boiling lava, countless mechanisms draw on the heat of the lava and burst out with great power.

The hammer struck, the lathe worked, and in the lava, the huge winch slowly rotated, pulling the iron coffin brewing in the flames and slowly rising.

The iron coffin that was absorbing the high heat had turned a scorching red and fell to the ground, but it did not emit any hot air, and all the heat was greedily absorbed by the contents of the iron coffin.

In the sacred cauldron, that handful of crystal blood, I don't know when, has disappeared.

As the iron coffin fell apart, the sound of boiling sounded.

In the iron coffin, in a huge petri dish, a steel skeleton floated.

In a low roar, divine blood was poured into it, transforming into countless red crystals that attached to the skeleton, coating the steel skeleton with a layer of crimson.

Soon, the red crystals turned into a thin layer of fascia and flesh.

In the dazzling lightning and roar, countless blood-colored crystals proliferated from the iron bones, sometimes revealing the color of iron, sometimes turning a miserable green or pure white, and finally, they gradually fixed and became a material like flesh and blood.

Even if it's completely different from flesh and blood.

A brand new body slowly emerged from it, no more, no less, neither weak nor strong, like the body of an ordinary person. First the muscles and fascia, then the internal organs and organs, and finally the skin and hair.

As the petri dish cracked and the viscous liquid splattered, the thing that had been transformed into a human by relying on the iron bone finally opened its eyes, reached out, and pulled out the tube on the back of its head.

The long, sharp tube pierced his skull and landed on the ground, with a crackling electric light on it.

Immediately after, the empty eyes of the shell lit up with the glow of a human being.

It's just that face...... It's Ludovick's look!

The guardian of the altar knocked on the nuts and asked indifferently, "Have you changed your new clothes?"

The newborn 'Ludovick' bowed his head and looked at his palms:

"It is easier than the original, and there are a lot of ......"

At first, his voice was a little stiff, but soon, it became smooth. From the hoarse and strange sound of electricity to the deep and powerful that Ludovic is indistinguishable.

He glanced at the Guardian and said indifferently, "Your body template is too poor. ”

"You're not going to say that to my face, are you?"

The caretaker sighed helplessly, "Although it is said that the clothes are not as good as new, although the old clothes are not good-looking, they are affectionate after all." I've let you hang out outside in my skin for so many years, without saying a word of thanks, and I still think my old arms and legs are no one of the best people! Do you have a conscience?"

“......”

'Ludovick' was silent.

The caretaker shook his head and sighed, "Isn't the new personality loaded yet? ”

The newborn Ludovic ignored him, but stared at the 'body' with a gloomy face and holding the Pope's scepter in his hand, and stretched out his hand:

"Now, you can give me back the scepter that belongs to me. ”

"I see,"

Ludovic looked at the ghost thing in front of him coldly, and his expression was clear: "...... It's a dead thing, right?

You're not human, you're not even alive, you just look like you're human. Successive popes are such puppets?"

He stared mockingly at the caretaker and laughed, "The Sistine Councils of the past have been looking for a new dress for this?

"Dead thing, doesn't it seem to recognize me?"

The man called the ghost spoke, making a sound of déjà vu, but this time the voice sounded like dozens of voices overlapping:

"It's disappointing, Ludovic, didn't you just laugh at me for not choosing a position for myself?"

At that moment, Ludovic was stunned and his color changed.

“...... Nibelungen?"

"Nope. ”

The caretaker shook his head indifferently:

"This is the 'Red King'. ”

On the altar, an ethereal light suddenly swelled and lit up, illuminating the dim hall and the walls behind the altar.

On the plain walls, there are sixteen crystal boxes filled with viscous liquid.

In those boxes, in a strangely colored liquid, soaked in one brain after another, the total number was sixteen.

The brains that had been removed from the skulls were soaked in the fluid, still functioning, and although some had shrunk and dried up after a long time, they still looked alive.

Straps of strains wrapped around those brains, rooted in their consciousness, and looked like weeds growing on top of them.

They stretched out of the crystal crate, entangled with each other, and finally disappeared into the vast alchemy matrix. Following the alchemy matrix, it sank into the deepest layer of the underground palace, connecting countless brains.

Every other month, a group of deceased people's brains are removed and connected to this vast network to become a part of it...... Those who have died are born again in this 'kingdom of the dead'!

"See? This is the real Nibelungen. ”

The Guardian stroked the boxes and whispered:

"—The Land of the Dead Beneath the Holy City!"

“...... You ......"

Ludovick's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth: "You have dedicated yourself to the Nibelungen?"

"It's just coexistence. ”

The puppet that touched Ludovic spoke, staring at the tiny strains of spider silk, "Among the Three Sages, the Nibelungen itself is nothing more than a parasite of this strain—its consciousness is too weak to exist on its own, and it must be helped by humans to survive.

So, the first Red King made a pact with it, and from him, he made himself a part of it......"

Since then, successive popes have been like the Red King, incorporating their brains into it.

The strains of the Nibelon root parasitize those brains, sustaining their consciousness and connecting their thoughts.

In this strange communal situation, humanity has been able to pass on the terrible secrets from the ancient Dark Ages and fight against natural disasters.

Today, thanks to the efforts of successive popes, the Nibelungen consciousness has become a behemoth that cannot be compared with human beings, and has become the foundation of the Holy City and the human world.

The cardinal, chosen by the Sistine Council to succeed him as pope, came here to step into the greatest secret of the holy city, to be its 'guardian', and never to leave again.

It is only after the emergence of a new successor that the old caretaker will be able to follow in the footsteps of his predecessor and integrate himself into the realm of the dead and reunite with the popes of the past.

All along, what has been seen is only the superficial consciousness of the Order, the artificial intelligence of the Scourge Nibelungen itself, which underpins the vast internal affairs of the Order, and builds a balanced financial system based on 'green gold', so that money flows smoothly between the kingdoms and the holy city like blood.

The 'lighthouse' is its eyes, helping it to monitor all the turmoil in the world at all times, and the great wisdom composed of countless brains assists the Cardinal Order, which uses the Church as a carrier to maintain the stability and balance of the human world.

As it said to Ludovic, the Scourge of the Nibelungen records everything, witnesses everything, but this is only one of the purposes that the Nibelungen brings to this 'group'.

And the dominant body of its true core consciousness is the brains of the sixteen former popes in the crystal box......

In this way, with the Nibelungen as an intermediary, the dead and the living, the dead and the sage, humanity and natural disasters become one.

Before that altar, the puppet, no, 'the Pope,' spread out his hands, and in the tone and face of the popes, he declared to Ludovic:

"What you see at this time is the consciousness system and body of a total of sixteen generations of popes from ancient times to the present, the real ...... 'Red King'!"

Beside the Pope, the caretaker sighed helplessly and glanced at Ludovic: "Thanks to you, I should have been the seventeenth...... It looks like we'll have to wait another thirty years. ”

“......”

Ludovick was silent.

In the deathly silence, he stared indifferently at the Pope and the Guardian in front of him, but his eyes were still arrogant and disdainful, and he only sneered:

"The tricks of humanity never cease to amaze me. ”

"Why do you still have it?"

The caretaker looked at him and couldn't help but shake his head: "After being overturned, I have to shout 'this impossible' twice to be a big deal!"

"Turnaround?"

Ludovic sneered, and threw down the papal scepter in his hand: "No, you have made one mistake, and that is ...... You've lost since I walked in here!"

Rumble!

A loud bang brewed from his shell.

A terrible crack stretched from above his body, stretching across his face, fine cracks extending in all directions, and splinters of peeling off his shell.

At this moment, he no longer wants to be an ordinary human, but has become alienated into a non-human, looking more like a porcelain on the verge of shattering.

But beneath the chasm, there was no blood, but darkness, darkness without the bottom to be seen.

It's like leading to the abyss.

Pitch-black flames erupted from the cracks, burning away his old face and robes, revealing his true nature.

He wears a three-tiered crown inlaid with deep purple gems that reflect the brilliance of the abyss.

Holding a six-section scepter, the scepter was carved from white bone, and at the head of the scepter, the bone emblem was stained red with blood.

Dressed in pitch-black robes, adorned with silver patterns, they depict a dark and terrifying hell.

When the flesh was burned, the shell revealed bones adorned with lapis gold, agate, and amber, which became solemn under the jewels.

Face, Ludovic's face had faded, replaced by a vague black fog that diffused a dark but sacred melody.

It still looked like a pope, but no pope had ever had such an eerie aura.

At this moment, he has abandoned the disguise of 'Ludovick' and transformed into his true self.

The real 'Original Dark Pope'!

The current Saloman Temple has been swallowed up by the breath of the abyss.

"Wait, this can't be stolen, do you want to force it?"

The caretaker wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in astonishment, and glanced at the Pope in front of him: "I'm done with the mouth cannon, and I'll leave the rest to you." Resist me!"

With that, he rolled on the spot with great skill, grabbing the papal scepter on the ground without any grace, and then fell with the Nibelungen into the chasm below, disappearing.

"Well, then, let's make a statement!"

The voice of the original Dark Pope rang out, from between heaven and earth.

The cold and solemn hoarse voice spread in all directions, covering the entire holy city, but it still did not stop, but swept away in all directions.

From the permafrost wasteland in the north, to the endless oceans in the west, from the burning deserts in the south, to the hundred thousand mountains in the east. Even in the dark world, in the aetheric realm......

At this moment, Asgard, Anglo, Burgundy, the Caucasus Federation, and even the Aurora Empire, all human beings, awake or asleep, old and young, men and women.

All humans, all demons, have heard the voice of the original Dark Pope.

Immediately after, the deepest part of the etheric realm, the silent abyss, suddenly erupted into endless darkness. A mighty and mournful bell rang out from the abyss.

As a result, all the musicians were in a state of flux.

They all felt it......

The entire sea of ether is boiling!

In my lifetime, there has never been such a magnificent and terrifying scene, in the sea of the void ether, countless waves have risen from the ground, and thousands of waves have swept in all directions.

The storm that swept from the deepest part of the Aether swept into the ocean, whipping up countless whirlpools and tornadoes, temporarily depriving all musicians of the ability to perform music.

But what is even more terrifying is the fluctuation of the terrifying aether that rises from the four wildernesses with the call of the bell.

That's a natural disaster!

At this moment, the central temple was filled with sirens, and unprecedented high-pitched alarms sounded in everyone's ears.

Silver Tide, Holy White Storm, Rain of Destruction, Abaddon Locusts...... Eight phenomena emerge in turn.

In that instant, the silver sea of ether was dyed blood-red, and the endless waves turned into a tide of blood, signaling the coming of destruction.

Immediately afterwards, in the dim nebula, dozens of scorching suns suddenly appeared—it was a terrifying wave set off by natural disasters.

They revived, they came.

At this moment, the heads of all the observing agencies in the countries have a hysterical urge to draw their swords and kill themselves.

In the terrible loud sound of the Bell of Destruction, in the forbidden area of the dark world, those natural disasters that had been sleeping for an unknown number of years awakened at the same time.

Then, following the guidance of the bells, they headed for the human world.

'Beast of Chaos', 'Bahamut', 'Harpy-Winged Mother', 'Son of the Spider', 'Setus', 'The Eyeless Serpent'......

In just a few seconds, more than a dozen terrible natural disasters that have been included in the list of major threats have been revived.

Even the traces of the Mother Darkness have reappeared.

In the abyss, the dark ministers cast their dark gaze on the material realm, staring at this city of steel.

But the most terrifying thing was the deepest part of the abyss, in that raging darkness, the terrifying figure that was unimaginably large for human beings opened its eyes......

One-pair, two-pair, three-pair...... And in the end, the pupils of the eyes like stars in the sky shone in the darkness. That is the essence of the Hundred Eyes, the essence of the abyss!

Now, the abyss is staring at you.

"The golden age of yours is coming to an end—"

With the incarnation of the original Dark Pope, his hoarse voice rang in everyone's ears, making the mind turbulent and insane. With the sound of the bell, it seems to swallow everything into this bottomless abyss.

"—From then on, an eternal darkness has descended!" )