One of the pillars that had supported Augustus for more than twenty years collapsed at this time.

Why?

Why?

Why?

Yes!

Ahh

The grace and dignity of the Pope had long since vanished at this time, and at this moment, Augustus's throat was only a tearing cry of sorrow.

His eyes were blank.

His body was convulsed like an electric shock.

He seemed to be crying, but it was more like a hoarse wail.

It was not tears that rolled down from the corners of his eyes, but blood, and his tears had long since dried up.

Perhaps, this is what it looks like when the sadness is extreme.

For more than 20 years, Augustus has been struggling in pain, and the hatred of revenge makes Augustus desperately chase power, but people can't live in hatred all the time, no matter how strong-willed people are, they will eventually collapse in the next step of hatred.

The reason will be lost, the will will will be broken, and the soul will be exhausted.

During this long period of time, it was Phyllis who continued to bring hope to Augustus.

Augustus couldn't forget how excited he was when Rose Phyllis first appeared in front of him for a brief moment, and his old face was full of tears.

Augustus can't forget how happy he was when Phyllis was able to eat like a human for the first time, like a child.

He couldn't forget how warm his heart felt when Phyllis would still squat beside him very obediently even after she untied the chains.

I can't forget how hot hope was when Phyllis was able to talk to herself normally for the first time, albeit with only a few simple syllables.

Wish.

Two simple words, but for Augustus, they were an absolute luxury.

How many times Augustus imagined that one day when Phyllis could fully recover, they would be able to snuggle up together and bask in the sun as before.

He told Phyllis about the changes in the Empire and the Holy See over the years.

It doesn't matter if Phyllis doesn't remember anything, even if he starts babbling, he'll always be by Phyllis's side.

However, who would have thought that when he came back again, all he could see was a cold corpse.

He hated, he despaired, he wanted to question this damn world, why was he so cruel to himself?

Even the last bit of light in his life has to be snatched away.

The two pillars that supported Augustus collapsed, and how long will the remaining one last?

It wasn't until he lost Phyllis that Augustus realized that the most important thing in his mind was Phyllis, and if Phyllis could live, he would rather not think about revenge......

Perhaps, he should not have left the imperial city in the first place.

It's just a pity that by the time Augustus understood this, it was already too late.

Hate! Hate! Hate!

All the pain, all the sorrow, all the despair, all turned into a strong hatred.

Hatred of the world, hatred of the gods, hatred of the Holy See, hatred of the murderer of Phyllis, and even hatred of yourself!

In the Sanctuary, a large number of clerics looked at each other, and when they saw Augustus rushing towards him at great speed, these people were even ready for battle, but who would have thought that this would be the case in the end?

For a while, one by one, you look at me and I look at you, grabbing the weapon in his hand, rushing up and hacking Augustus to death, nor staying in place.

They even felt that Augustus, the Pope, was even more sad for Phyllis's death than Rosewieser's own daughter.

No one doubted that the bloody tears and anguished face of Augustus were faked, that it was absolutely impossible to disguise, the release of the most sincere feelings.

This...... What exactly is the situation?

Was Phyllis really killed by Augustus?

This strange situation made everyone's hearts uncontrollable and breed suspicion.

Hearing from ear to ear, the sound of Suo Suo continued one after another.

I don't know how long it took, Augustus finally struggled to get up from the ground, at this moment Augustus had no majesty as a pope, covered in mess and dirt, his eyes, face, and the corners of his mouth were all red blood.

The body staggered towards the ice coffin, and it felt like whoever went up and stabbed Augustus to chop up all of them.

However, inexplicably, there is a creepy aura on Augustus's body.

Subconsciously, the crowd automatically parted from the middle, and hundreds of clergy moved out of the way on their own, watching Augustus walk towards the ice coffin step by step.

Squeak, squeak...... Creak......

Augustus's body, I don't know if it was from his teeth or somewhere else began to make strange noises.

Beneath the crumpled skin, it was as if he could see strips of things wriggling continuously, and his eyes had turned scarlet.

Let the red, sticky blood roll down his cheeks and drip to the ground.

Every time the soles of his feet fell, the hard floor was filled with cracks that spread like cobwebs to the walls of the sanctuary, white with finger-wide cracks.

Even the Holy Cathedral, which had not been damaged much during the impact of the earthquake, looked like it was about to collapse at any moment.

Augustus's body finally moved in front of the ice coffin with difficulty, and his fingers caressed the cold coffin.

In the next moment, with a snap, the ice coffin exploded instantly.

Countless fine fragments of crystal dust drifted in the air, sprinkled with the ocean.

Scattered on the ground, scattered on Phyllis's face, scattered on Augustus's shoulders.

"Who'......"

"Who killed Phyllis?"

"Who is it?"

"Who is it?"

"Who is it?"

Augustus kept repeating these words as if he were nervous, not loudly, but each word was like a knife poking at people's hearts.

Every word carries an irresistible coercion.

Those who lacked strength couldn't even bear it at all, only felt a violent depression and pain between their chest and abdomen, blood spurted out of their mouths, and their faces were sluggish.

"Who is it?"

"Who is it?"

Augustus's voice still echoed in the sanctuary, faintly echoed.

The terrifying sense of oppression is almost about to turn into substance, like a towering mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts.

Even Douglas, Roswieser, and those powerful sages could not withstand the terrifying oppression, and their faces turned pale.

Knowing that Augustus was very strong, but he rarely showed his strength in front of the believers of the Holy See, Roswieser was horrified to find that he had misjudged that this pope was even more powerful than he imagined.

Qin Chu's complexion was also solemn, and the strange squirming under Augustus's skin made him think of Wadsworth involuntarily.

This world, it's really fucking hopeless.

Three of the most powerful beings in the human world, Santa Monica is a believer in lust.

Both Wadsworth and Augustus were tainted by the blood of the gods.

Now there is only Sage Mountain left, which is still a pure land.

There was a deathly silence all around, no one dared to speak at this time, only Qin Chu took a deep breath.

He stepped forward slowly, came to Augustus's side, and even patted Augustus on the shoulder: "Your Majesty the Pope......"

"Your Excellency, you are here too?" Augustus seemed to have only discovered Qin Chu's existence, his voice was slightly surprised, and the dense and violently tumbling madness in his eyes seemed to be slightly reduced

A little bit of it.

"It was Her Highness Lothwieser who invited me and Her Majesty Santa Monica to come and watch the ceremony."

"Your Highness Lothwieser said you killed the Holy Phyllis."

Qin Chu was very shameless and told the truth.

"Tell me, Your Highness Augustus, it's not true, you're a benevolent elder and would never do such a thing, would you?"

"These things must have been done by monsters, yes, it's that guy Romon who has killed a lot of human masters."

Romong, with a little black cauldron, he shouldn't have any opinions, it's better to say that the guy should be very excited.

However, it doesn't matter whether it is Romon or not, as long as Qin Chu names Lotsweiser at this time, it is enough to transfer all of Augustus's suspicions to Roseweather's head.

Sure enough, Augustus's eyes shrank suddenly, and he looked in the direction of Lothweiser, looking at Her Royal Highness, and there was also a cardinal, three former members of the Brave Squad, four deputy heads of the Holy Knights, six archbishops, and more than twenty bishops......

Augustus was by no means an idiot.

Before, he was only shocked by the picture of Phyllis's death and ignored the surroundings, but now when Augustus saw these people, he immediately understood in his heart what the situation was.

"Your Excellency, you are such a good man." Augustus's eyes drooped and he whispered.

This man may not know how many people's eyes are focused on him, and the intrigue is like a chain, entangled him to death.

"Get out of here." Augustus suddenly laughed, "I'm afraid I won't be able to control it later, and it won't be good if I hurt you."

This was Augustus' last exhortation.

It's just that Qin Chu's face is a little weird, and it feels really strange to praise himself for being a good person.

The corners of his mouth were only slightly hooked, he would not leave, such a wonderful performance, no matter what, Qin Chu would definitely see the moment the curtain ended.

Augustus' gaze was fixed on Lotwieser, and he approached Lotswayer step by step.

His voice, low and muffled:

"*** with the dirtiest and filthiest blood flowing on my body, maybe I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted and strangled you to death in swaddling clothes the moment you were born in this world."

"No amount of instruction and baptism can change your fierce and cruel nature."

"Lotswayer, you actually killed your own mother."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar all around.

Augustus actually accused Lothweiser of killing the Holy Phyllis with his own hands?

What's going on?

Also, what about the filthy fetus? Could it be that Lothweisser?

Isn't the Holy Maiden the daughter of the gods?