The natural disaster finally calmed down.

The invincible Giant Devouring Worm finally bowed its noble head in front of him, almost instinctively, and succumbed to Ivan's presence. The half-cut body that exposed the rift slowly shrank back, retreating back into the dark abyss.

The severed river began to flow again, leaving behind a new amber in the land that had wreaked havoc on the wriggling and crawling bodies of the giant worms.

The giant worm directly changed the entire landscape, and the tribe created by the Vikings no longer existed.

The redeemed Vikings congratulated each other on the aftermath of the catastrophe, and they also began to fear that the giant devouring worms lurking under the abyss might be furious again.

However, against the Pope, Ivan needs this bug.

The Macrophage Worm has the ability to travel through dimensions, its saliva can corrupt anything, and now there is a giant beast lurking in the North Sea, waiting for its call.

It slumbers in a city of great proportions, and the history books record only a few words, the structure of the city is similar to that of futuristic art, and the structure of the buildings is abnormal, completely contrary to Euclidean geometry. Only a monolithic fortress occasionally emerges from the water, and the troll lurks in the depths of the ocean.

Occasionally, he would open his giant scarlet eyes and look indifferently at the ships passing overhead.

"Oleg, I have a question. ”

"Say it. ”

Oleg looked at the devastated tribe, as if in an instant it had fallen into decline.

Ivan didn't look back, he said to Oleg, who was standing behind him, "The Horde is gone, do the Vikings want to continue hiding in this barren tundra, or are they ready to go out and retake your Alassas?"

Then Ivan turned his head and said to the tall and majestic Viking warriors behind him, "Do you intend to be cowards for the rest of your life, or do you want to be heroes, even if only for a short time, to awaken the suffering souls oppressed by the Holy Byzantine incompetent monarchs and the Holy See, and continue the war that has not ended hundreds of years ago?"

Oleg clenched his fists and shook his head with a wry smile.

He could never have imagined that it was actually the prince of the Holy Byzantine Empire, calling on the Vikings to retake Alassas.

At his instigation, the Vikings, who had laid down their weapons, picked up swords and axes again. They slowly gathered around Ivan.

This man who conquered the Divine Servant Giant Worm also conquered the entire Viking tribe. In the eyes of the Vikings, Ivan was the embodiment of the god-king Odin.

Rekindled the fighting spirit of the Vikings.

"You are the warriors of the noble Valhalla, have you been trapped in the barren tundra for the rest of your life?"

Ivan picked up the cane that the shaman had dropped and held it high.

The entire tribe erupted in frantic shouts.

The mountains and forests began to shake, and the giant insects hiding under the abyss held their breath and lurked, not daring to move.

He felt the hatred that could tear him apart.

"Revenge on the Holy See who turned you into heretics, the Pope who expelled you and killed you, and the evil Sistine Chapel!"

"Hang the Pope!"

The continuous warrior raised the blade in his hand and followed Ivan to shout the last words.

"Hang the Pope!"

Saint petersburg.

Lawrence was sent from Alassas back to the Holy Byzantine Central See, and after a short period of recuperation, he was sent to the Sistine Chapel, where Julius and Pope Teutonic I awaited the arrival of the sole survivor.

Lawrence walked the gloomy aisles of the Sistine Chapel, the only access to the Round Table Room of the Sanglia Council. In the corridor that is not too long, there have been silent figures of countless imperial bigwigs.

Lawrence's eyes were half-squinted, as if he hadn't adjusted to the darkness in front of him, and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

Unhurried steps over the angel patterns carved on the marble floor tiles, stepping through the heavy glory of ancient families, stepping on the threshold that is not too high but countless nobles cannot cross.

In front of the doors of the Council of the Holy Court, two clergymen opened the door for him. Through the two holes of the strange mask, Lawrence felt a pair of indifferent eyes looking at him from behind.

The surging light from the crack in the door illuminated the darkness behind him.

The carved door slowly opened up a new world for him, and the bright light in the conference room instantly penetrated his eyes, and the conference room was full of people.

No one spoke, and the room was silent except for the sound of breathing.

On the right are the bishops in uniform white robes, solemnly and solemnly waiting for Lawrence's arrival.

The badges hanging from the chests of those on the left represent the heavy family background behind their respective identities.

And in the middle sat the regent Julius, and Pope Teutonic I.

The regent was dressed in a gorgeous red robe and was looking at the people in the audience with cold eyes.

And the silent gaze of the noble man, which was harsher than the light, was all focused on Lawrence's body.

Lawrence knelt down and bowed to the Pope and Regent.

"We want to know, what happened in northern Alassas, and why did you come back alive?"

"What about the army?"

"He killed the army, killed them all, and left not a single one. ”

Lawrence looked up, calmly looked at the big men who judged him, and whispered, "He's back, and he's going to take revenge on all of us." ”

Teutonic I slowly opened his eyes, holding the Pope's scepter in his left hand, his body bent forward slightly, and said calmly, "Who is back?"

"Frederick's widow, Ivan Vasilyevich. ”

As soon as these words came out, an exclamation erupted in the nobles' seats, and it was obvious that they were more shocked than ever by what Lawrence had said.

For the Holy Byzantine Empire, the name Frederick was taboo. And Lawrence also spoke it out in front of Julius and the Pope.

The Pope's cane fell to the ground, his voice heavy. The bishops turned their gaze to the Pope, who they had never seen so embarrassed.

Julius was also slightly moved, because he knew what this news meant, everything he had planned fifteen years ago would now be dust.

A chill that seeped into the bone marrow, he subconsciously clenched his fists.

"You mean, Frederick's widow has returned with an army?"

"No, he's alone. ”

Lawrence's mind recalled the horrific and terrifying scene before, the scene of the Holy Byzantine Holy Cross disappearing in an instant, deeply imprinted in Lawrence's mind, like a nightmare, lingering.

"He's the army. ”