Border towns, churches, small squares under the cold gaze of gray-and-white crosses.

The square was crowded with people, mostly bloated, old-looking, terrified-looking women, with confused children at hand.

It was a new edict in the kingdom, and the men were forced to drive themselves into battle to defend themselves against the ghouls, while the young and strong women and boys were evacuated to the heart of the kingdom, where they could be safest.

And they, the old and weak women and the unappreciated girls, became outcasts of the kingdom.

Once the ghouls enter the city gates, they are killed by the city guards in order to prevent the corpses from degenerating into demonic minions.

The women's faces were filled with fear, despair, confusion, and resentment, and the hopeless people gathered together like a herd of irascible animals, rubbing, bumping, and biting at each other, and the sounds of cursing, praying, and crying were mixed together, which was a precursor to chaos.

Suddenly, someone shouted: "Your Excellency, the Cardinal is here." ”

Everyone fell silent, the crowd split a passage through it, and a cardinal in a red cloak appeared in front of everyone.

A white-clad priest following the cardinal excitedly shouted: "Everyone, the demon has been captured by us, the darkness is about to disperse, and the holy light is everywhere!"

"Oh my God.."

There was an exclamation from the crowd. I saw that behind the priest, three huge crosses were erected, slowly pushed forward.

Each cross was nailed to a silver stake by a beautiful and bewitching woman, whose hair color and pupils were pitch black, and whose lips had sharp fangs, and who, though in a dying state, occasionally glanced at the cold eyes of the heart.

"It's these wicked witches who have summoned the ghouls and taken one poor life after another. ”

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Damn it.." An old woman trembled and picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it into the head witch.

The square suddenly fell silent, and everyone stared at the humiliated woman, who giggled and looked terrible.

"Stunk her to death, blasphemous cultist, cruel butcher, self-depraved unclean..."

"Kill her!"

The quiet crowd boiled, driven by a great anger fueled by fear.

With a look of resentment and ferocity in their eyes, the old man and the child picked up stones, dirt, and sticks and threw them at the witches on the cross, spitting at them.

The three of them instantly broke their heads and were covered in filth.

Sophia and Cinderella laughed louder and louder, like snakes writhing in the mire, while Talia hung her head and said nothing.

Before she met Carlo, she had been treated in the same way, but there were fewer people at the time.

The cardinal ignored all this, without the slightest intention of stopping it, with a hint of hidden pleasure on his face and a cruel arc on his lips.

Suddenly, the bishop's expression moved, his face showed respect, he turned slightly sideways, and his lips squirmed as if to report something.

"The ghouls outside the city have lost the control of the demons, the threat has been greatly weakened, and they are being slaughtered by the soldiers... All the priests have been planted in the designated place, just waiting for the demon to appear."

The bishop didn't know when two black-robed men appeared, and judging by the bishop's attitude, it seemed that their status was still above the cardinal.

One of the black-robed men nodded slightly after listening to the bishop's report, and then the other spoke.

"Peter, have you ever wondered what if the demon does come, and his power makes us unable to resist it? Barbed wire can bind the ferocious jackal, but it can't trap the terrible monsters..."

It sounded like a woman's voice, hoarse and rough, and her tone was full of worry.

The black-robed man was silent for a moment, and then said slowly, "Everyone is ready to sacrifice..."

"The Light will not abandon us."

A long sigh.

The people in the square were still cursing, tossing, and spitting, venting their anger and fear in every way they could think of it.

Suddenly, the scarred witch on the cross stopped laughing maniacally and looked up at the heavens, a look of obsession and fanaticism on her face.

A huge shadow drifted over, like a dark cloud covering the day, and weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

There was a pungent smell of sulfur in the air, and the frenzied people all stopped what they were doing.

"It's coming!"

When the black-robed man spoke, the cardinal's heart suddenly tensed, and he subconsciously clenched the Bible in his arms and recited a prayer in his mouth.

The smell of sulfur grew stronger and stronger, accompanied by the smell of burnt flesh and blood, spreading panic in the hearts of the people, and everyone looked at the rapidly moving shadow in the sky, pushing in panic, but did not know where to retreat.

Then, that shadow fell.

A huge, hideous figure wrapped in crimson flames appeared in front of everyone.

Sharp horns, bat wings, and fleshy tails are the images of demons recorded in the Bible.

"Ah", the scream completely detonated everyone's fear like a fuse, and the crowd scattered and fled, and the many black-robed priests hiding in the crowd suddenly appeared.

"Master.." Sophia shouted, and the cross shook violently, and blood flowed from her hands and feet nailed to the silver stake, but she didn't seem to realize it.

Carlo glanced at her, then looked back at the two black-robed men beside the bishop with interest.

He felt an aura from the two of them that disgusted him more than the rest of the people combined, thinking that Sophia and the three would be captured, which should be the reason.

"Demon, you will be judged the ultimate today.." The cardinal spoke loudly to hide his trembling mood.

Carlo didn't know how many times he had heard this kind of scene, and he didn't even pay attention to the bishop, but looked at the black-robed man playfully: "What should I call you, human?"

Seeing Peter pull down the black robe above his head and reveal a determined face, the cardinal stepped back respectfully.

"You don't deserve to know my name... Demons.."

Peter Wang frowned, and said, "You still have the stench of hell on your body... Sure enough, you're a dark bastard who doesn't know the rules..."

"Rules?" Carlo chuckled, "Demons don't follow rules. ”

He turned his head to look around, and he was surrounded by black-robed priests. Like a swarm of ants trying to hunt an elephant, it is the hunters who tremble.

"If there is any mess of means, it feels like it is used." Carlo lost his patience for a moment, waved his palm like a fly, and muttered, "Just in time for me to complete the last task."

Peter also closed his mouth, took out a beautiful scroll from his arms, and chanted two sentences quickly, and a white light bloomed, turning into a thick barrier to protect him and another black-robed man.

"Your Majesty the Pope—" The cardinal felt abandoned, sweat rolling down his forehead, and he looked extremely nervous.

Peter's expression was indifferent, he looked at the cardinal, and said, "I promise in the name of the Holy Light that you will go to heaven when you die."

The cardinal took a deep breath, finally made up his mind, and reverently bent down: "May I give everything for the Light." ”

Countless guards rushed out from all sides of the square, wearing badges of light on their chests, their armor still new, their expressions nervous and frightened, but driven by glory, and they looked fanatical.

"Praise the Light!" the cardinal roared, tearing off his red robe, revealing the shining knight's armor inside.

A dazzling white light burst out from him, and it turned out to be a rare great knight.

"Praise the Light!" the guards let out a roar in unison, rushing towards Karlo like a tidal wave.

"Sure enough, heaven is a connoisseur in demagoguery."

Carlo could smell the fear in the guards from afar, but they rushed like moths to a flame, ignoring the impending death.

At the same time, all the black-clad priests, led by Peter, sat down cross-legged on the spot and reverently recited the prayer.

"Work for the work of the Holy Spirit who comes from the Light, corrupt all the works of the devil, stop the evil spirits from working, and keep my blessings in the kingdom of heaven."

Carlo frowned slightly, he still remembered the experience of being injured last time, and he couldn't let these people continue to chatter, maybe they would make some big moves.

With a flick of his finger, the crimson flames fused the silver stake that had imprisoned the three Sophia on the cross, and the billowing demonic energy transmitted over to help them recover from their injuries.

"Help me kill these pesky bugs." Carlo spoke indifferently.

"Yes, my esteemed master. "Each of the three women is not weak, and it is more than enough to slaughter these new recruits of the Holy See.

Carlo strode towards the Pope, who was covered in scorching flames, and before the guards could rush to him, they were burning to ashes in a terrible howl.

"Ask the Light for forgiveness and forgiveness, and do not do my will, but do your will, and do not plunge us into the swamp, and deliver us from evil.."

Carlo slapped the cardinal who had become a knight to death, and the sound of prayer lingering in his ears made him inexplicably irritated.

"Bang" Carlo slammed his fist on the barrier of holy light, the white light trembled violently, but it was as stable as ever, but Carlo's own fist had traces of burns.

"All the kingdoms of the earth, and the power, and the glory, belong to you forever..."

Carlo pulled out the Scythe of Envy and slashed at the white light, this time with remarkable effect, leaving a deep black scorch mark on the barrier that could not be erased.

"Provide, bless, and revive us that we may do your will and serve you faithfully..."

The smell of blood was thick in the small square, and the severed limbs were scattered, and the blood gathered into a gurgling stream, and the screams, wails, and the giggles of Sophia's three people as they rose up to kill, mixed together, but nothing could hide the increasingly urgent prayers.

Carlo let out a low roar and slashed at the barrier. The Scythe of Envy is suitable for harvesting, not for chopping, and it is only now that the white light slowly weakens, revealing cobweb-like cracks.

The prayers on the field grew weaker and weaker, for the priest beyond the white light was dead, and only Peter's voice was left to be heard.

An inexplicable sense of crisis appeared in Carlo's heart for no reason, as if there was an invisible blade hanging above his head, which made him irritable.

"Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, and thy will walk on earth as it is in heaven..."

There was a crisp "click", and the white light barrier finally shattered and disappeared, but Peter's voice became louder and louder, and the air buzzed.

"Shut up!" Carlo slashed with his eyes red.

Peter's voice was raised to the peak: "I am willing to dedicate myself to welcome your arrival..."

The big skull rolled down, and blood gushed out and landed on the face that was full of frenzy.

Hopefully, Peter is dead.

The dark clouds in Carlo's heart did not dissipate at all, but became thicker and thicker.

This sense of crisis without warning and cluelessness made him irritable and had the urge to destroy everything.

At this moment, the black-robed man who had been huddled beside Peter, completely ignored by Carlo, rushed out and hugged Peter's headless corpse, revealing an old and ugly face.

"Come, Holy Light!" the woman's cloudy eyes burst with fervent devotion, and before Carlo could react, she pulled a silver cross from her bosom and plunged it into her heart, falling to the ground and dying.

"Plane Main Quest 2: Destroy the power of heaven, achieved. Bonus 3,000 XP and 30,000 Evil Points. All plane missions have been completed, and you can choose to return. ”

The sound of the system's prompt made Carlo a little stunned.

Dead? The last two people of the Holy See just died? Or did they commit suicide?

So what are they doing up there? Is it funny?

At this moment, the sound of muffled thunder rolled through the sky, all the clouds dispersed, and a golden light that was dazzling to the extreme lit up.

The crisis and fear in Carlo's heart also reached its peak in an instant.