The contract has been sent, and the signing status can be changed tomorrow, and it should be the day after tomorrow at the latest, and the double change will officially start at that time.

Julius and Teutonic I had stepped out of the gloomy attic and walked slowly into the Sistine corridor of light, while Perron, the god of thunder, remained in the darkness forever as a little secret between them.

Before closing the door forever, Julius glanced at Thor one last time, a gaze that looked straight into the depths of his soul like thunder and lightning, and made him feel palpitations.

Then darkness engulfed everything, and they re-entered the holy Sistine Chapel.

"May our Lord forgive all the sins of the world, and forgive all the sins of the world, and let the afflicted souls go straight to the kingdom of heaven, Amen. ”

Teutonic I whispered a prayer that echoed through the quiet corridors, while Julius heard something else. Even the invincible Pope had to open his eyes to the evil heresy and the threat he spoke of.

"I just want to know what he's going to do next, with the ability to destroy Alassas, why don't you just sneak into the East Palace and assassinate me?"

Julius felt very puzzled, as Lawrence said of horror, then he was completely able to infiltrate the Winter Palace to launch a coup d'état and directly kill the former rebels.

"You still don't understand clearly what he means by overthrowing the Holy Byzantine Empire. ”

Teutonic I turned around, completely devoid of his former calm face, replaced by a face as pale as deathly ashes. The scepter, a symbol of the power of the Holy See, was held tightly in his hand, as if he was about to grasp the last straw.

"The overthrow of the Holy Byzantine Empire is not only about hanging your and my heads on a certain stone pillar, he wants the lives of all the rebels to pay for their debts, he burns the Sistine Chapel, which symbolizes the thousand-year glory of the Church, hangs all the clergy of the Empire, and he wants to make the Holy See disappear from this land forever as a heretic. ”

"Having the strength of absolute crushing is equivalent to holding the initiative in the situation, and he will not let us go easily. ”

Julius rolled his throat, he never thought that the man who counted his nephew in the blood would have such crazy thoughts.

Exterminating the Holy See, which has been rooted in this land for nearly a thousand years, is not against the Epic Continent, it is simply against God.

A person who wants to overthrow the church with power all over the continent and compete for the imperial power that has been dominant for thousands of years does not dare to boast of such a sea port.

"The evil heretic has a terrible power, no less than the evil red dragon recorded in the Bible, and perhaps he is the great red dragon himself......"

There was a slight pause, and then an inexplicable term came out of Teuton's mouth.

"Even so, I'm afraid he doesn't know about St. Urban......"

Julius, who was at the forefront, paused, he seemed to have heard the word somewhere.

"Do you know why the Church has stood out in a religious holy war for more than a thousand years?"

Teutonic I spoke suddenly, but apparently he did not expect an answer from the ignorant Julius, and said to himself, "The evil worshipped by the heretics is a false god. They can't even be given refuge to believers. And God's acolyte, St. Urban, guards not only the entire Holy See, but also Holy Byzantium from being defiled by heretical evils and purifying all evils. ”

Yuriuston's eyes lit up, and as if he realized something, he whispered tentatively, "You mean ......"

"The church has more cards than you think. ”

The wind that passed through the corridor ruffled the Pope's gray hair, and after a brief loss of consciousness, he remained untouchable.

"Otherwise, how could the Holy See stand for a thousand years?"

Teutonic I smiled calmly, and then said meaningfully, "No one is worthy of God." ”

The Vikings had never been so deep into the heart of Holy Byzantium, and since they had been driven to the cold northern tundra, they had forgotten even the warm light of spring and the sight of flowers blooming.

No one would have thought that it would be the heir of the Holy Byzantine Empire who led the Vikings south again.

Ivan muttered to himself, "God is no longer qualified to stand before you. ”

"They should follow the corrupt Holy See and disappear from the land. ”

By this time, the sunken fortress of Alassas had appeared in front of the Vikings, and the heavily guarded fortress was now like a crumbling shroud, revealing a broken decay. Only a few thousand knights of the Holy Cross are stationed here, and in front of more than 10,000 strong Viking warriors, they are lambs to the slaughter.

The walls pierced by thunder were reduced to ruins, and the Vikings didn't even need to prepare siege cones.

Great axes and swords were ready to shred their breastplates, daggers piercing hearts, and finally hanging their bodies above the cathedral in Alassas.

Ivan stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at Alassas as he trampled underfoot. This holy city, which has been continuously built by later generations to resist the northern barbarians, is already a crumbling building block at this time. With a slight push, the seemingly impregnable Holy Byzantium opened a gap and swarmed in.

Ivan slowly, raised his left hand, aimed at the sky, behind him were more than 10,000 Viking warriors who followed him, and regarded the young man in front of him as the god of war in Valhalla.

"God is dead. ”

As soon as he spoke, Ivan looked at the invincible Holy See with contempt.

The sword is pointed at the Holy See.

"Vikings, your time for vengeance has finally come, and the Holy Cross Legion, who regarded you as heretics and drove you out, has finally been truly judged. Kill the religion that persecuted you with hatred, kill the demons who see you as heretics, for the sake of the holy Valhalla!"

Thunder fell from the sky, reflecting a white light in the sky.

Thunder is everywhere.

The layers of explosive thunder symbolize the advent of the Thunder Emperor.

The warrior behind him raised the weapon in his hand, dense and uncountable. Lightning and thunder shone on the icy edge, ready for a bloody slaughter.

They can't wait to prepare to vent their hatred for more than a thousand years on the Holy See that oppressed them back then.

The thunder in the clouds was roaring, as if the gods were waiting for this bloody feast.

"For Valhalla!"