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The northern part of Holy Byzantium is shrouded in wind and snow all year round, but the town of Alassas, known as the miracle of the north, has sunshine slanting all year round.

Located in the center of the town is the Cathedral of Alassas, where the sun shines above the dome and looms over the spires of the sharp Gothic bell tower, baptizing and purifying this fertile ground in the northern winter, just as God has blessed this sacred immortality that has witnessed the five hundred years of Holy Byzantium.

The hum of the bell tower heralded the arrival of the pilgrimage, and the young vicarers quickened their pace to the Cathedral of Alaskas, lest they should be punished by the bishop for being half a step behind.

Bishop Gregory, who was standing at the entrance of the cathedral, looked at the young priest with satisfaction, but one of the special figures caught his attention.

His black hood hides his face in shadows, and he is the only probationary priest who is unwilling to show his true face.

He wandered around not far away, as if he was preoccupied.

Gregory shifted his steps and walked up to him in a gentle voice, like a lost lamb.

"Need help, kid?"

What the archbishop received was a silent response.

Seeing that the other party did not speak, Gregory added.

"There is no distinction between high and low souls before the Holy Lord. ”

Only then did he bow slightly and say respectfully, "Thank you, Father Gregory." I'm just here to get one thing. ”

The voice in the hood murmured through the ears of the cardinal of the north, and it seemed unusually calm.

"Something?"

Gregory frowned slightly, he held the cross on his chest, and asked softly, "What is it?"

The young man seemed to be silent in his memories, telling the past.

"Sixteen years ago, Holy Byzantium was not as strong as it seemed, with young kings and powerful popes vying for power. Because Frederick the Great opposed the infallibility of the pope, the family was banished, and the family of three was banished to the northern cold, and finally Frederick and his wife were murdered by the Holy See in that ice and snow wasteland, leaving only a child with a cursed fate and a soul from another world. ”

At this time, the other party's voice was like a sharp sword, piercing his heart, and everything that happened sixteen years ago was vividly remembered.

Gregory opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the other man.

"In order to survive, he hid his original name, changed it to his mother's surname Vasilyevich, and the name became Ivan Vasilyevich. And he witnessed the death of his parents during his long exile, but it also gave him great power to avenge him. Take revenge on those who betrayed the king and tried to shroud the clergy over the world. ”

The young priest smiled slightly, his eyelashes twitching, as if he were telling the story of the bard, not the tragedy of Hamlet.

When he saw his parents, who had taken care of him, hanged from a tree by the Pope's bribed fellows, anger annihilated his reason, and only revenge was left in his mind.

However, Gregory's face changed suddenly, and his bulging hand unconsciously pulled down, and the cross fell on the bluestone slab.

His breathing became rapid, and the warmth that came out of his breath quickly condensed into icy vapor.

In the other party's unhurried narration, he finally knew the identity of the young man.

Ivan continued, "Sixteen years ago, almost all Cardinal Grand Masters were involved in that conspiracy and coup d'état, and of course you were no exception. I know that the Pope has placed you in the northern part of Holy Byzantium to guard against the Viking warriors in the north, but what if the entire fortress of Alassas disappears overnight? ”

The infant soul still remembers that scene, and if it weren't for this group of people depriving him of his aura as the crown prince, he wouldn't have to endure in the icy wasteland until now.

"It turns out that you are the widow of the missing person back then. ”

Gregory's face ceased to be kind, and began to become hideous, clutching the cross in his hand.

"But just because you want to kill me in Alassas?"

Gregory regained his composure, and after a brief period of distraction, he regained his composure as a bishop.

Because there is only one person on the other side. With a wave of his hand, the paladins patrolling nearby would tear him to pieces.

Ivan finally shed his calm coat and revealed a violent side.

"Alone?"

Ivan scoffed.

"Do you think it's still a person who has taken revenge on you?"

Without waiting for Bishop Gregory to reply, Ivan said to himself, "The one who is vengeful is a demon." ”

The young priest eventually lifted his hood, revealing a strange head of white hair. At the same time, the other party's eyes began to become violent and uneasy, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath of cold air, and then slowly opened them.

At that moment, Gregory saw pain, hatred, and violence in his eyes.

Endless emotions filled his mind, and he instantly transformed from a human into a terrifying demon.

The young priests around them retreated one after another after seeing this scene, and looked at the young man with a hideous face in panic.

Every time Ivan breathed, there was an ominous sign.

At some point, a gloomy cloud overshadowed Alassas, obscuring the sky and the sun, and a dark shadow enveloped the sacred Alassas, and the shadow gradually crept up the benevolent face of the icon.

Winds, lightning and thunderstorms, all the signs of the end of the world that appear in the biblical book of Revelation, appeared in Alassas, known as the holy city.

Thick clouds mixed with lightning and thunder, like islands floating above the sky, cut off the sky. and the stars and the moon shall dim before him.

Lightning and thunder weave through the shadows, like a giant beast that occasionally shows a scaly claw.

The important town of the Holy See in the north, which was shrouded in divine light all year round, trembled in the shadow of thunder and lightning at this time, and a huge thunderbolt like a mountain peak fell from the sky, blowing up the wind and snow in the sky.

The thunder fell between the clouds and the earth, implicating a shining light.

The buildings around the Cathedral of Alassas, in the face of the forces of nature, were shattered one by one.

The holy angel relief turned into shards of marble in an instant!

The roar of the thunder shook the entire northern center of the Holy See, and the young missionaries had fear carved into their faces and hurriedly knelt down in prayer to their Jehovah in the face of the horrific scene.

The pale-faced cardinal only thought of the apocalyptic scenario described in the Bible. Even the sun and the moon, fearful of his ferocity, hid behind darkness,

The darkness of the devil covers the stars, and everywhere they pass is covered in darkness.

The young man in front of him was like a giant beast from the abyss, staring at the tiny cardinal with evil red eyes.

Praying to Jesus won't help either.

Weak prayers and curses for Satan are fundamentally weak in the face of absolute power.

Gregory's book fell, and under the wind caused by a thunderstorm, he opened the ninth chapter of the book of Exodus, verse 23.

"And Moses stretched out his rod to heaven, and the LORD thundered and hail, and fire flashed upon the earth, and the LORD sent hail on the land of Egypt. ”

The scene is exactly the same as described, except that the one who calls for thunder is not a merciful Messiah.

Rather, it is the embodiment of revenge.

A symbol of violence, hatred and fear.

"Tiny mortals, remember my name. ”

Each syllable echoes the thunder in the clouds, which envelops the Cathedral of Alassas, where the sun shines all year round.

The thunder flickered uninterruptedly on Gregory's dead face.

"I'm Ivan the Terrible!"