The monster with the appearance of a woman burst into the crowd and began to kill.

She is too nimble, and when she gets close, she can't use magic to protect her in time, and the priest is a lamb waiting to be killed. And the snow armor on the rest of the guard soldiers was as brittle as paper in the monster's sharp fingers and claws.

The encirclement of the demons turned into a one-sided massacre of the Holy See by the demons, and the most ironic thing is that the land beneath his feet belonged to Constantine, the holy place of the Holy See.

Innocent civilians were implicated, and panic spread like a plague.

Vivien turned into a dark shadow and weaved through the crowd, no one could catch her, only the blood and stumps flying behind her suggested that she had been there.

She laughed "sneeringly" and seemed to be having a good time, bathing in the Shura field, lamenting the killing and death, and making human heads into toys.

The sky of Constantine darkened, the sun was obscured by dark clouds, and the enraged giants lurked in the thunder.

Vivien's eyes were as clear as two flawless rubies, and there was nothing but pure curiosity and longing for blood and death.

The blood light and black qi on "Vivian" became thicker and thicker, her stomach also squirmed violently, and the sky rolled out of phase, "it" really couldn't help but be born.

Suddenly, a huge pillar of white light flew out from the center of Constantine, like a meteor, tearing through the darkness and slamming into Vivien's chest.

"Poof", "Vivien" seemed to be struck by a speeding carriage, and the whole person flew backwards, spurting dark red blood from her mouth, mixed with broken internal organs. She knocked down several walls and fell into the rubble.

The civilians who were screaming and fleeing suddenly stopped, and the horror on their faces slowly faded, and turned into an irrepressible look of excitement.

They fell to their knees on the spot, folded their hands reverently on their chests, facing in one direction, and chanted: "Praise be the light, praise be to the merciful Pope."

In that most magnificent cathedral, he made a tall and generous figure, dressed in a white gold-rimmed robe, barefoot, his face calm, and a faint white holy light lingering around him, exuding compassion and kindness all the time.

He was the 33rd Pope of the Holy See, St. Sylvester I.

No one could be more honorable in this land, and the Roman emperor could not hide his brilliance.

In the midst of the praises of the faithful, St. Sylvester stepped forward, his bare feet stepping on the blood flowing from the ground, staining his white robe, with a shocking cruel beauty.

Suddenly, in the midst of the collapsed ruins, a black shadow burst out and swooped down towards St. Sylvester.

St. Silveste's face was still calm, he stretched out his right hand, the holy white light bloomed like a flower, and the black qi and blood light on the black shadow's body made a sneering sound and dissipated, it let out a low scream, and then was grabbed by St. Silves's hand.

St. Sylvester looked at the monster in his hand, she was supposed to be a woman, but unfortunately her original appearance had long been eroded by the forces of evil and darkness to the point of being unrecognizable, her head was covered in blood and scars, and she still stared at St. Sylvester with fierce and cruel eyes, baring her fangs at him.

Her mouth was foaming with blood, mixed with fragments of shattered internal organs, life long since left her, and her shell was dominated by an evil and powerful force.

St. Sylvester's gaze shifted downward, noticing her towering belly, where the source of darkness came from, and where the evil will lurked, roaring and screaming to break free.

St. Sylvester's eyes were calm, he stared at the thunder and lightning rolling overhead, and said lightly: "This is not the place you should be... Let's go back to the filthy dark gutter."

St. Sylvester spat out syllables from his mouth, his face emitted a vast and holy white light, his figure was set off infinitely tall in the white light, "Vivien" struggled violently, her eyes showed fear and madness, and the believers who knelt on the ground around him also recited the prayers of the Bible with fanatical piety.

The white light on St. Sylvester's body grew stronger and stronger, burning Vivien's flesh and making a sneering sound.

Vivien's stomach continued to swell and twist, and her flesh was stretched into a faint red film, and the contents seemed to break free at any moment, but they were shackled by the white light, and it seemed that they would never be able to break through the last bit of barrier.

The white light was dazzling to the extreme, almost enveloping half of Constantine in it, the figure of St. Sylvester seemed a little blurred, the prayers of the believers gathered together, the thunder in the sky slowly subsided, the black gas dimmed in the white light, and the movements of "Vivian" struggling became smaller and smaller.

Just as the white light was about to reach its peak, St. Sylvester's figure suddenly stopped, and the holy sound of the chant became difficult and sleepy, and finally stopped.

A pair of large hands rested on St. Silvestre's shoulders.

St. Sylvestre heard a deep voice ringing in his ears: "Put away your holy light... It's shaking my kids.."

There was finally a fluctuation on St. Silveste's calm face, his pupils contracted suddenly, and before he could react, the palms on his shoulders became thicker, and the sharp fingers and claws sank deep into his flesh, and a huge force came from behind him, and then parted to the sides.

"Flutter.."

The dazzling light dissipated, and a sudden thunderclap rang out in the dim sky.

All the believers seemed to have sensed it, and looked in one direction in a daze, only to see that the figure that they all regarded as a god was grabbed by another terrible figure in their hands and torn into two pieces fiercely.

Blood, entrails, broken white robes... The Light is consumed by darkness.

Wide bat wings, thick and sharp horns, a snake-like swinging tail, and a strong, hideous tall figure.

The terrifying monster carried the mangled body of the Pope's crown in its hands, stepped on the blood-soaked cross, and grinned wildly.

Despair and fear poured out like a flood again.

Carlo casually threw away the corpse in his hand, a high-level legend, in front of him was originally a wanton slaughtered broiler, let alone in the case of a sneak attack.

He took two slow steps forward, slowly grabbing Vivien's body and scrutinizing her belly.

A blood-connected consciousness came to his mind, it was cheering, cheering, it was rejoicing, it was jubiling, it was excited, and it was eager to come out...

"Don't worry.." Carlo's huge palm gently stroked Vivien's belly, and his eyes were gentle, as if he was caressing a fragile artifact, "Right away..."

Carlo glanced up at the thunder-scorched, apocalyptic sky, grinned, and then held out a finger, his razor-sharp nails running smoothly across Vivien's towering belly.

The next moment, the flesh and skin opened, and the dazzling blood light burst out...