Because of a message from the east, the warriors of the Holy See army were assembled, and they were dressed in silver standard armor, their chests were embroidered with gold thread with a large mark of holy light, and the knight's sword held high looked like a huge narrow cross.

They are the sharpest sacred spear of the Holy See, the ultimate guardian force of the Roman Empire, representing the supreme power of light.

Five mighty and legendary knights rode at the front of the army, and on the carriage behind them, eight cardinal archbishops and hundreds of high priests chanted arias, and holy white light emanated from above their heads, enveloping the entire army.

"Praise the Light!"

The legendary knight raised his sword and shouted.

"Praise the Light!"

Countless warriors roared in response.

This mighty pious army, like a sharp sword, rushed out of Constantine and marched mightily in the direction of the rising sun.

The darkness spreads there, obscuring the light.

They are going to sweep away all impurity and let the light spread over the earth again.

The people of Constantine looked at the backs of the Papal army as they went east, and they talked about it.

"It is said that in the kingdom of Asia Minor there was a man-eating demon."

"There are mountains and fields, several city-states, and not a single living person has escaped."

"His Holiness the Pope's own oracle."

Some people are worried, "The Holy See army is gone, so what should we do?... Those lowly barbarians in the northwest have never given up."

"Isn't an armistice already signed?"

"Phew, you're expecting those scumbags to know how to follow the protocol."

"We still have the army of the Empire.."

"Really, I think the knights of the empire may be scared to pee their pants when they go to battle."

"Oh, damn it.."

The proud, arrogant, and arrogant Romans finally gradually realized the vanity behind their power, like a bubble in the sun, which seemed beautiful and dazzling, but in fact burst as soon as it was poked.

Now it's just a matter of who will be the one to poke it...

In the crowd of onlookers, a handsome young man stood quietly, everyone subconsciously distanced himself from him, and his body was surrounded by a strange blank circle, but no one noticed this.

Carlo looked at the Papal troops, who had faded into the horizon, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Serdan... Has it already begun.."

...

Peter sat at a large long table, and in front of him he was piled up with all kinds of official documents, most of which were letters of help from the Holy See from all over the world. The mortality rate of the clergy of the Holy See this year is dozens of times higher than in previous years.

O Holy Father, send down the light and purify it all to ashes.

Peter muttered to himself with some irritability, that His Majesty had not paid attention to the affairs of the Church for a long time, and that since that funeral he had spent more time standing in front of the statue of the Holy Father. Communication, prayer, repentance, who knows...

The demon army in the east finally showed its hideousness and began to attack the human city-state in the sun, although His Majesty the Pope gave a holy oracle for thirteen legendary powerhouses to lead 50,000 Holy See troops, but Peter still felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart.

He remembered once again that he had seen the charred black corpses sent back, as well as the few bone niches mixed with the legendary ashes, and the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't stop dripping down again.

Peter took a handkerchief and touched it on his face, and blessed himself with a tranquilizer, feeling better at last, when a priest in a gray robe hurried in.

"Your Excellency. The priest handed over a letterhead, "The battle report just arrived from the north." ”

"Damn.." Peter almost couldn't help but curse, but he swallowed it quickly, and his face was ugly: "You should send the war report to Your Majesty, or to the Minister of War.. We are the Holy See .."

The priest bowed his head in resignation, "But... His Majesty said that everything is up to the Pope's crown.."

Peter took a hard breath, his anger jumped to his throat, and he suppressed it again, and finally turned into a helpless sigh, "Give it to me."

The priest brought the battle report, and Peter hurriedly swept it over, his face two points ugly.

The province of Britain to the north of the empire declared its independence, and the Kingdom of Wales united Ireland and Scotland. Renamed the Kingdom of Great Britain...

I am only a cardinal, and my job should be to serve the Light and administer baptisms, not to handle military affairs for His Majesty the Emperor...

Peter felt a pang of sorrow in his heart, and he felt that the whole Roman Empire was weighing down on him, and his fat body was crumbling.

"Okay, I see, I'll report to the Pope." Peter waved his hand.

The priest nodded respectfully, but did not intend to retreat, and the expression on his face was a little hesitant, as if he had something to say.

"Anything else?"

The priest breathed a sigh of relief and said, "One more thing, in the past few days, several pastors have disappeared from the church, including a high-ranking pastor... In the morning Bishop Augusta went to investigate, but now..."

The priest swallowed his spit and whispered, ".. He didn't come back either.."

Peter frowned slightly, and said coldly, "Tell me, where are you now?"

The priest was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously replied, "Constantine." ”

"Now that you know it's in Constantine. There was a hint of mockery and anger in Peter's tone, "Then who do you think would dare to do anything detrimental to the Holy See under the gaze of the Holy Light and the majesty of the Pope?"

The priest's back shuddered violently, and his body quickly bowed, "Bishop, I see."

The priest withdrew, and Peter's annoyance was slightly vented, but he frowned again.

"Missing. Pastor .."

...

Gwen huddled tightly in the corner, but she couldn't help but tremble, and she stared at the figure in the room with a frightened and cautious gaze.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of blood, which was so thick that it was choking, and the floor was littered with all kinds of human limbs and internal organs, and the blood flowed to her feet, which had formed a thick blood scab, and the slightest movement would make a breaking sound.

Vivien.. It seems to be the name, the woman, completely out of human form, she is scrawny, her belly is surprisingly large, and she is constantly churning and stirring, and the blinding red light radiates through her skin.

She's been eating voraciously these days.

Gwyn Count, along with the innkeeper, had already come four times, and more than six priests had died in the room, and all of them had gone into Vivien's stomach.

Gwen could clearly perceive an extremely evil and powerful consciousness entrenching in the room, manipulating Vivien's body and strangling the priests who could unleash divine magic to death one by one.

"It" is about to be born.

But Carlo hasn't come back yet, and he's said he'll be back soon...

Even though Gwen was terrified, she was reluctant to leave because of Carlo's words "help me take care of Vivien", she wanted to wait here for Carlo to come back and pick her up.

Gwen thought that Carlo was slightly distracted, and suddenly turned around, and suddenly found that the woman was already staring at her, her eyes radiating a blinding bloody light, and her mouth was slightly open, revealing her fine teeth covered with salivation, like a beast that wanted to choose people to eat.

Gwen understood, "it", hungry again...