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At the same time, in the stands on the right side of the square, the bishop looked at the huge water balloon in the sky and couldn't help but take a deep breath. However, instead of losing his mind like the others, he turned around and commanded a priest behind him.

"No, I'm back. However, before the priest could reply, the pope's voice came from behind again, "There is no movement in the holy relics, this thing has nothing to do with them." ”

Many of the clergy in the stands turned their heads and saw the Pope hurrying over with a scepter in hand.

Several people saluted.

Before they could say anything, the Pope re-stood in the stands, looking up at the sky with a solemn expression.

"What has happened in the past eight years?" Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the bishop, and his tone sounded a little heavy, "When did a mage of this level appear in our kingdom?"

The bishop shook his head and said, "Not necessarily a mage, I didn't feel any magic fluctuations. ”

Hearing this, the Pope suddenly clenched the scepter in his hand. The bishop's words seemed to annoy him a little, and there was not even a trace of the original kindness in his eyes when he looked at the bishop.

"Not a mage, what is that?" He walked up to the bishop and stared at him coldly, "You want to tell me that God is dissatisfied with what I have done, so he has sent down divine punishment, right?"

The bishop looked directly at the Pope, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"Your Majesty, you're too worried. I'm just talking about things. ”

Hearing this, the Pope didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing it further, let out a cold snort, turned around, and turned his gaze back to the huge water ball in the sky.

"It's not something we can guess at what God wills. His voice was as cold as a piece of iron in the snow, "But God has given me an otherworldly gift of light, not you. This is God's will. So I'm the Pope and you're the Bishop. ”

The bishop looked at the Pope's back and nodded, his expression as indifferent as a sculpture.

"Yes. ”

The church did not pay any attention to the bishop again, but once again looked at the "foreign object" in the sky, revealing a solemn expression.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and recited the incantation, and another golden flame took shape in his hand. He glanced at the crowd around the plaza and without hesitation, threw the flames into the giant water balls in the sky.

The flames streaked a golden trail in mid-air, like a meteor.

On the square, everyone's eyes were also attracted at once. They barely recovered from the shock, and as they looked at the small flame that was rushing towards the behemoth, they suddenly became a little nervous again.

Some people even felt a little confused.

"His Majesty the Church and Pope actually made a move...... So, isn't this thing a miracle?"

I only heard Parker's side sigh a knight.

Parker himself, on the other hand, looked at the golden flame and involuntarily held his breath. He seemed to want to say something, but a thousand words were blocked in his chest, and for a while, he couldn't say anything.

He could only watch with some trepidation, staring blankly at the collision of the two in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the flames crashed into the calm, arcing water.

"Are you coming......" Suddenly, Parker clenched the sweat of his palms.

Everyone present stared at this scene without blinking, and a nervous mood was brewing in the crowd. They don't even know whether they should expect the Pope to destroy this "foreign object" or whether they should expect the Pope to fail.

I saw that in the sky, the golden flame was fast, like a lively carp, and under the gaze of everyone, it plunged into the water.

Strike!

The fire was extinguished, and not even a cigarette came out.

“......”

For some reason, in the square, there was a sound of relief.

It seems that they are all faintly afraid, and the Pope can easily erase such a shocking picture by relying on such a flame. And after witnessing the Pope's defeat, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but they didn't expect that the voices of everyone's exhalation converged to sound so clear and loud.

Obviously, the loud exhalation startled them as well.

One of the knights came to his senses, scratched his head, and said with some embarrassment, "That...... The Pope, His Majesty the Pope, what the hell is this?"

Hearing this, Parker took a deep breath, shook his head, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Not yet, His Majesty the Pope is just tempting." Soon...... Soon, His Majesty the Pope will be able to use true divine magic. ”

A vague mixture of anticipation and uneasiness made him unsure of how to predict what would happen next.

For the Pope to put on such a hostile posture, this large expanse of water in the air should be ...... It's magic, right?

Parker suddenly felt a wave of horror.

...... It's really magic.

What kind of magic could have such a terrifying sound? Not only that, but what was even more terrifying was that this thing had no magic fluctuations at all, like a ghost, without any warning, just out of thin air, just above their heads, obscuring the entire sky.

A feeling that cognition had been completely upended made Parker feel very uneasy.

This...... What the hell is this?

He had fought so many battles in his life, traveled all over the kingdom, and cut off the heads of many mages with his own hands, but he still felt like a baby in the face of such a behemoth.

Speaking of which, this thing ...... What the hell is it?

"What do I think, I've seen this thing......" Suddenly, another knight beside him looked at the sky and said with some hesitation, "This thing, a bit like that...... It's called 'water polo'?"

...... Water polo?

Fuck you water polo!

Hearing this, Parker was like a keg of dynamite that had been ignited, and his long-suppressed emotions suddenly exploded. He angrily reached out his hand and grabbed the knight who had said this.

"Water polo, you're confused, aren't you!...... water polo" he slapped the other man's head hard like a fool, scolding as he scolded, "and water polo...... You've been a knight for so many years, and you're still using water polo?"

He beat harder and harder, as if only this kind of hard hitting and continuous scolding could make his suddenly somewhat frightened mood settle down a little.

Water polo?

It seems like...... It really seems like ......

Giant water balls covering the sky......

No, no, no, what the hell are you thinking? This can't be water polo! Water polo is just a chicken trick that only magic apprentices practice, how can it be so powerful?

At that moment, Parker reminded himself vigorously in his heart.

Absolutely! Definitely not water polo!

He must have been crazy and almost misled by this kid.

No, he has to beat him harder, and he has to sober up this kid's brain, lest this kid come up with some strange thoughts, affect others, and insult the status of a royal knight.

In this way, Parker violently beats up the knight who said "water polo", and the two even cause a small confusion in the crowd.

Meanwhile.

In the stands on the right, the Pope's face changed when he saw that the flames were easily blocked, revealing a more gloomy expression.

"It's a little tricky......"

He didn't immediately start the next round of attempts, but looked at the sky and released his incomparably sharp spiritual power, trying to feel the behemoth in the sky, guessing where it came from and where its weaknesses were.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

He seemed to have discovered something, and no longer paid attention to the "foreign object" in the sky, but lowered his head, with a little stunned, and looked at the cross in the center of the square, which was wrapped in flames.

The burning continues, and the flames on the cross will not stop.

I saw that one of the black-haired teenagers had been charred by the flames, and he couldn't even see the human form. However, on the other side of the cross, the blond-haired boy still looked up at the sky with his head up, his eyes clear, and a look that bordered on piety.

It was the brother who was used to die in Grant's place, Benjamin Reese.

He's alive.

It's not just that he lives, he lives well. It seemed that from the moment the sky changed, an invisible barrier suddenly appeared around him. The raging flames were blocked by something that didn't hurt him in the slightest.

He was tied to the cross, in the midst of the flames, and his expression was as calm as the water in the sky.

"This kid is quirky. Seeing this, the Pope couldn't help frowning, clenched the scepter in his hand, and his lowered words hid a sense of shock.

However, before anyone around him could react to his words, or if he made the next move, the change happened again.

The young man, who was trapped in the flames but unscathed, suddenly moved.

He seemed to feel something, and his eyes rolled with it. As the Pope looked at him, he also looked towards the Pope through the raging flames.

Two different gazes silently met in mid-air.

It was as if the silence of time had been frozen.

Suddenly, the boy raised his eyebrows, showed a somewhat unflattened expression, and winked at the Pope as if he were discharging.

“......”

After a brief moment of astonishment, suddenly, as if he had thought of something, the Pope hurriedly looked up to the sky.

I saw that the huge water ball, which was originally calm in the sky, was shaking violently as if it had been stimulated by something.

Then, under the frightened gaze of countless people, it was like the sky curtain collapsing, and the whole water balloon suddenly seemed to be unable to maintain its shape, and it collapsed, turning into a pouring waterfall, and rushed towards the entire king with a bang.