In the easternmost part of the empire lies the vast plain of Landoia, where the pastures are particularly luxuriant, because it was the battlefield of the Second and Third Holy Wars, and countless bones are buried in the ground, and the land is nourished by the scorching blood.

The wind blew on the plains, the bright banners were hunting, and the golden crosses were printed on them, solemn and holy, and under the cross flags, the Holy See troops, wrapped in thick red and white armor, raised the knight's sword, well-trained and disciplined.

Behind the neat and beautiful Papal Army, there stood countless ragged and barefoot people in the dark, like a group of farmers who had just gathered from the fields.

They huddled together, hoes, sickles, and homemade simple wooden spears clutched tightly in their hands, looking nervous and fearful, but their eyes were more determined and determined not to back down.

The Holy See of Light gave them land to cultivate, without exploitation or oppression, and compared to the life of pigs and dogs in the dark parish, this is simply paradise.

For them, this war is not about faith, but only about life and death.

Someone tried to take everything away from them, and they could only defend it with their own bodies, a great feat of the insignificant.

On the plain, heavy dark clouds covered the sky, changing into hideous and vicious shapes.

At the other end of the horizon, thick smoke and dust were rising, and countless black figures were rushing in this direction.

It was as if a black wave was sweeping over.

The eyes of all the soldiers of the Holy See Army were solemn, and they could see the appearance of the black shadow, which was a hideous, distorted, bloodthirsty, and crazy face, like a beast, and no humanity could be seen in each other's eyes.

It is the army of the Dark See.

Some people trembled with fear, and the ranks seemed to be in turmoil, but at this time, the golden sunlight pierced the haze and shone on them, bringing light and warmth.

They looked up, and they saw that there were four more confrontational figures in the sky at some point, and one of them was shrouded in a golden-white light, and he couldn't see his appearance.

But their expressions became fanatical and reverent in an instant, the trumpets of the charge sounded in their ears, the flags flew, and they shouted and raised their weapons to meet them without fear.

On the vast plain, two torrents slammed together, fighting and screaming... The Holy War begins.

The fight of the lower ones is fierce, and the fight of the higher ones is equally dangerous.

The three of Sophia had all been promoted to the Legendary High Rank, but the man shrouded in white holy light easily dispelled the cold frost, corrupt poisonous gas, and vicious curse of fate one by one...

Above the battle, there was a black figure floating silently.

Carlo closed his eyes tightly, and a wicked and strange smile kept on his lips, and in his "eyes", this space was slowly dominated by a thin, vicious, and depressed mood and will.

Death, killing, resentment, despair, reluctance... Countless negative emotions come together, come up, and become the best fuel.

A pale green flame ignited and spread across the void in such a way that only Carlo could "see" as it scorched, licked and affected everyone's body and soul.

The priest in the black robe was stiffened, his limbs became thin and narrow, and his ten fingers grew sharp black nails, which easily tore apart the body of his opponent, and before he could raise his head and howl, five or six spears had already stabbed him in the eye sockets, shattering his head...

Jealousy distorts everyone's soul, and lust drives them, pushing this killing feast to one mad climax after another.

There were countless twisted original sin powers in the void, and Carlo's "Jealous Original Sin" instantly skyrocketed to twenty percent, but it quickly plummeted to nothing, and all of them were re-invested into this catalytic field.

As if snowballing, the power of evil jealousy grew, and the green flames of nothingness rose higher and higher, even affecting the celestial phenomena, dark green clouds rolled endlessly, and blazing lightning streaked across the sky.

A pair of golden eyes opened suddenly, and finally someone noticed the vision.

The golden holy light burst out, a muffled grunt sounded, and the three figures flew out upside down in embarrassment, and it seemed that another round of sun had risen in the sky.

When the light was no longer so dazzling, the appearance of the man could be seen clearly, he was dressed in a white linen robe, his brilliant blonde hair shone brighter than the sun, and his golden eyes burned with the flame of anger.

"So it's you?!"

A grand voice echoed in the sky, tearing through layers of haze to reveal Carlo's figure.

Carlo slowly opened his eyes, his dark golden eyes had been dyed with a strange green, and he looked extremely evil.

The eyes of the two met, and the former humiliation and resentment came up again.

"You abyssal bug, you escaped last time, and now you dare to come back.."

A dazzling white light bloomed behind the Pope of Light, and two pairs of blazing wings stretched out, and the eyes that looked at Carlo were full of pride and disdain.

The smile on Carlo's lips grew wider and wider, and in his eyes, the progress bar of original sin kept changing back and forth between skyrocketing and falling, jealousy enveloping everything, devouring everything, and the blazing green flames grew higher and higher, as if something was about to be freed.

Carlo slowly twisted his neck, his evil eyes staring at the angel below, he remembered the fear and horror that the other party had brought him, and he fled like a water dog, what a beautiful memory.

His figure vanished.

The Light Pope's pupils contracted suddenly, and he subconsciously dodged.

The sky was sprinkled with golden blood, and the Light Pope's chest rose and fell violently, his wings trembled, and his golden eyes stared at the black figure in front of him.

Carlo grinned, clutching half of his heart in his hand, hot blood running down his fingers, he shoved it into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it heavily, the burning pain spreading from his throat to his stomach pouch like piping hot liquor.

"This... It can't be.." The Pope of Light spoke with difficulty, the brutal wound in his chest healed quickly under the healing of the Light.

"How did you get so much stronger.."

Carlo didn't speak, grinning, and the figure disappeared again.

The figure of the Light Pope also flickered and disappeared, but every time he appeared, new wounds appeared on his body, and a large area of flesh and blood was torn, and he finally realized that the demon in front of him wanted to tear him apart little by little and eat him up...

"It can't be!"

The Light Sect roared in horror and rage, and a strong white light burst out of him, and in the light, a blurred light and shadow separated from his body.

With a dazzling golden light, he finally revealed his angelic body.

Carlo's gaze froze for a moment, and he saw three pairs of wings, one more than he remembered, but the light was a little dim compared to the other two, and the shape was illusory.

The furious power cleansed the void, and black spatial cracks continued to appear and heal around the angel.

The will of the plane roared angrily, the clouds rolled like boiling water, and the thunder and lightning entwined, a force that would not be allowed to come.

"Give me a little more time, and I will be able to be promoted to Six Wings, all because of you!"

The angel glared at Carlo fiercely, the anger and murderous intent in his eyes that could not be contained.

Carlo laughed maniacally, his eyes bursting with a strong green glow, and the illusory green fire burned the entire void, contracting and beating like a heart.

The sins of jealousy kept converging, and the green flames gradually converged into vague shapes that only Carlo himself could see...