Steady, steady.

The Millican parliamentarians, who danced wildly to the sound of the flute, smiled with joy when they saw this black cloth.

This shroud was originally just an ordinary piece of clothing, a swaddling cloth used by nuns to wrap the newborn Son, but anything, as long as it is related to the Son, is extraordinary, it is an artifact.

Over the course of several years, this black cloth, which had not shown any mysterious power at first, changed its material little by little, showing its own wonder.

Especially one day, this black cloth stained with the blood of the Son, or rather of God, suddenly turned golden on top of it, the blood that never faded and coagulated.

It has completely completed its metamorphosis.

From an ordinary shroud with more symbolic meaning than reality, it has become an artifact that symbolizes the birth and death of the Son.

Some time ago, this artifact was transformed again, swallowing another piece of cloth that was stored in the Papal States and wrapped in the body of the Holy Son more than 2,000 years ago, and then changed from an artifact symbolizing birth and death to a great artifact symbolizing the beginning and end of everything.

Although I don't know why this happened suddenly, I don't know what the power of this artifact named the Shroud of Turin is, how it can be called a great artifact.

But there is no doubt that this swaddling cloth is the heritage of the Papal States, and along with the legendary god-killing dagger Florence, it is listed as the supreme artifact of the Papal States.

And now, the angel has taken out this artifact, and there is no doubt that the victory will be theirs.

Lisa held the Shroud of Turin in a reverent gesture and unfolded it.

There was no vision, nothing unusual, the endless blackness and pollution cast from the real chaos, vanished cleanly, as if it had never happened and had never appeared.

After the heaven and earth were clear, when everything was revealed, all the people who paid attention to this place all exclaimed,

"Oh my God, the Shroud of Turin, this artifact, how powerful it is, how easily it can erase that woman's god-like power? ”

"Is this the essence of the Crucifixion cult that has been rampant against the Blue Star for more than 2,000 years?"

"It is worthy of the upper limit of the mysterious power of the Blue Star, and it is worthy of the power under the command of the all-knowing and all-powerful God. ”

A pair of eyes staring at the floodlit screen, red like rabbit eyes.

If, if he had such a background, in this great change that has never been seen for a thousand years, he would have taken his country to the sky long ago, and the glory would be infinite.

Where would it be like now, sharing the New World with other countries, and even investing so much money and resources, only to be completely destroyed by the evil gods, and the stock market is falling at a slower rate than a plane crash is falling.

If it weren't for everyone's misery, maybe I would be tied to a rocket and go to the sky and shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

"I don't know how to activate my country's Ten Fist Sword and Eight-Foot Qiong Goyu. "Dongying Prime Minister Tagawa Masamune looked at the power displayed by the Shroud of Turin, and couldn't help but think of the ten-fist sword and the eight-foot Qiong Goyu among the three artifacts in his country.

The status of these two artifacts in their own country can be said to be no less than the status of the Shroud of Turin in the Cross Sect, even if the power is not as good as this Shroud of Turin, it must be about the same.

If they find a way to stimulate the power of these two artifacts, maybe Da Dongying can establish an Asian co-prosperity circle or a world co-prosperity circle led by himself without hugging the thighs of his next-door neighbor.

Thinking about it, Masamune Tagawa sighed slightly,

"It's just a pity for the Eight Mirrors. ”

The Eight Mirrors have not been borrowed since they were borrowed by the Great Priest, and he has asked people to go to the Great Priest several times to ask for it, and the last person who went was glared at by the Great Priest, and then there was no back.

"How many times can you use such an artifact to borrow the initial power of the Shroud of Turin and bring everything back to its original state?"

Florence spat out a sentence coldly, once again grafting the time and space of the Papal States with a palace in the chaos.

In the blink of an eye, layers of black mud were once again projected from the real chaos, enveloping the Papal States.

The surging light, and the believers hiding in the light, gave out horrified eyes.

It's like it's back to the way it was.

"Perhaps you can try, use your Shroud of Turin, to wipe me out of this world. Florence spoke coldly, and there was no trace of fear on her delicately painted face when she mentioned that it had been erased.

"Are you going to erase her?"

The angel Lisa, who was carrying the Shroud of Turin, asked softly.

"Erase it. ”

Simon said slightly.

If Florence is not erased, no matter how many times they repeat it, the pollution from the real chaos will come again, and only by solving Florence and severing the connection between the Papal States and the real chaos can this crisis be solved.

As for whether the erasure of Florence would cause a great disaster...... Hehe, the Shroud of Turin in his hand, even if it causes a great disaster, it can return them to their original state in an instant.

What's more, their Papal States have more than just the Shroud of Turin.

Lisa the angel reverently held the Shroud of Turin and unfolded it.

In an instant, the countless timelines of Florence's past, present, and even the future, countless parallel space-time, universes, and dimensions all ushered in the final end at this moment.

This was the first to come into contact with one of the three pillar gods of Cthulhu, Yogsotos, and then incarnated as the son of the evil god, and later had a great opportunity, and obtained the magic book "Xuanjun Seven Chapters of the Secret Realm" written by Chaos Arathotip, who is also one of the three pillar gods, and the power is almost like a god-like woman.

At this moment, it was directly erased by this great artifact.

But before the believers below could shout, everyone saw that a huge shadow, a distorted shadow larger than the deep sea, larger than the world, larger than the galaxy, and larger than the entire universe, appeared in their sight.

In a trance, they seemed to see a little girl wearing a maid's costume and white stockings on her feet, holding a book with no words written on it, and reciting it.

"Lao Tzu said: There is a mixture of things, born congenitally, lonely, independent and unchanging, circumferential and not dying, can be the mother of heaven and earth, I don't know its name, strong for the name......"

"Nyarrathotep!"