Just when Xiang Yu's knights were growing little by little, Fancheng, a country within a country thousands of miles away, was in dire straits.

St. Peter's Square, where the faithful used to gather and pray, is now a hellish scene, the ground is covered with piles of bones, and in the air, like the crucifix, around the fountain in the center of the square, rows of crosses are hung with red bodies, red robes hunting in the cold wind, those are the noble cardinals of the original Holy See, and most of them have become dry corpses.

The blood on the nails had long since dried up, the wounds on his hands and feet had healed, and Archbishop Raymond Pozzo hung weakly on the cross, his limbs tingling, and the archbishop reverently recited the scriptures in his heart to distract himself. After meditating on it, it seemed that his body was a little better, and he slowly looked up at the body on the cross in front of him, only the gray hair on his drooping head was shaking in the cold wind, and a pain surged in his heart.

He didn't want to die like that.

Misty thoughts drifted, as if feeling some kind of epiphany, perhaps this was God's punishment for himself, and Archbishop Raymond Pozzo thought that he had spent his whole life trying to climb to the high position of the Holy See, and that the pious faith had been thrown aside by himself when he had been inclined to secular power in his heart, and now he had found it again in the corner.

Thinking of the scene when the devil came, my body couldn't help but tremble, and in the sacred square, thousands of believers of God who had come to take refuge wailed in pain that the devil had sucked their souls and lives out of them, turning into pieces of dry bones and covering this sacred land.

Send down your messenger and destroy these demons!

Archbishop Raymond Pozzo, who was immersed in his memories, was awakened by a "kala" sound, and looked up weakly to see several nuns with things in their hands coming on dry bones, and the archbishop couldn't help licking his dry lips, and the food came.

Several nuns put the ladder of the man in front of the cross, one of the nuns took out a bottle of water and a loaf of bread from her hands, slowly climbed up the ladder, looked at the archbishop with a withered face, her heart was sad, she quickly unscrewed the cap of the bottle, carefully put it to the archbishop's mouth, the water in the bottle quickly disappeared, after feeding the water, then the nun tore a small piece of bread from the bread and fed it into the archbishop's mouth, the bread was only the size of a palm, and it was quickly fed.

Seeing the deep longing in the archbishop's eyes, the nun lowered her head sadly, there was only so much food, she couldn't do anything, and slowly climbed down the ladder, at this time, she heard the archbishop's voice in her ears: "Thank you, God bless you!"

The nun is in a state of disgrace, no!

In silence, the nuns gathered their things and continued on to the next archbishop.

Located northeast of St. Peter's Square, the Sistine Chapel is the sacred place where the papal election ceremony takes place, and was built in 1445 and is famous for having two of Michelangelo's most iconic frescoes, Genesis and The Last Judgment.

Robert Granwell stood in the middle of the Sistine Chapel, savoring a rare moment of calm in his thoughts, which had become more and more difficult to calm himself since he had been given the power of the devil by his master, and his mind was always filled with thoughts of violent destruction.

The fiery red candlelight shines brightly all around, and the black five-pointed star symbol on the forehead also flashes with a hazy different color, looking up at the spectacular zenith painting, I am amazed in my heart, it is really gorgeous!

It took a long time and a great price for his family to allow themselves, an evil necromancer, the servant of the devil, to stand in the most sacred place.

These efforts have been proven to be worth it, and now they have been greatly rewarded, and the noble and righteous archbishops who were crucified in the square are enough to give his family rest!

Thinking of the scene in the square, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and a strange satisfaction surged in his heart, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

But there was also a hidden thought in his heart, a thought that would be enough for his soul to be tormented by hellfire if the devil's master knew about it: his intention was to destroy these believers of God, not to destroy the world.

Of course, the greedy and terrifying devil master would not agree with his idea, he was just a lowly servant of the master, but unfortunately he was no longer able to stop all this, and when the devil was summoned by him, he had already doomed the fate of this world.

The pentagram flickered on his forehead, and a powerful sense of power flowed through his body, making his heart glow with a fiery desire that instantly washed away the peace in his heart, ah, delicious nun.

"Go, bring some nuns!" Robert Granwell's already red eyes swelled with intense desire.

In the dark corner of the church door, several black-robed figures immediately walked out when they heard the sound, and within a moment the four nuns were brought into the church, looking at the devil in front of them, their bodies trembled.

Robert Granwell reached out and lifted the nun's hood, looking at the mournful beauty, straight nose, thin lips, white and slender neck, and a swallowing sound could not help but sound in his throat!

It's a pity that he is no longer holy, and the necromancer regretfully thinks in his heart that he should play a little game first.

A few black strands of silk appeared from her fingertips and disappeared into the nun's forehead, like a pool of calm water being thrown into a stone, and the ripples that began to ripple wanted to dissipate in all directions.

"Son, submit to me, give up your faith, God does not exist at all, only the devil is real!" the necromancer whispered in his ear, watching the nun's determined eyes fluctuate faintly, and continued to bewitch, "If God can ruthlessly let its devout disciples suffer such a cruel fate, then it is also a devil!"

"No!" the nun wept.

With the necromancer's persuasion, the nun's faith gradually became less firm under the influence of the devil's voice, yes, God is a liar, and the bones of the pious disciples in the square are not the best evidence?

"Lina, wake up, those are the devil's panic......"

Suddenly, a rebuke woke the nun, who was falling into confusion.

With a wave of his hand, the necromancer's voice stopped abruptly, and he reached out to pick up the nun's head and looked her in the eye, and the light flashed in her eyes, and the nun fell into a hazy world again.

Looking at the nun's confused eyes, the necromancer's heart was angry, even cheating had no effect, the mini-game was no longer in the mood to play, the impatient necromancer tore open the nun's robe, and several nuns were motionless under the invasion of dark magic, and soon, the sacred place sounded the necromancer's heavy gasp like a beast.

The figure in the shadow of the door secretly looked at the undulating figure on the floor, and his body couldn't help but be hot, just wait for the adults to have fun, they can also enjoy one or two.