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The west.

Vatican.

This place is a holy site in the hearts of countless believers, and countless people who believe in God come here on pilgrimage.

And at St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican.

An elderly man, dressed in a scarlet robe and wearing a golden triple crown, is kneeling before the huge crucifix of Jesus, with his hands clasped together and his eyes closed.

"Great God, please hear my voice."

"I confess my sins to you..."

The Pope is giving his routine prayers.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass, casting dappled shadows on his aged face. This spokesperson for God, the spiritual leader of 1.2 billion believers worldwide, was now speaking to his Lord with the utmost humility.

"God, please tell us."

"How to spread the glory of the church to those lands that reject the gospel."

"Like that dragon kingdom, which does not follow divine justice."

"We implore God to punish them... to plunge their kingdom into an endless sea of ​​fire, to make them repent in endless suffering, and to make them prostrate themselves at Ni's feet."

Although it was a prayer, its content was chilling.

This is completely different from the gospel of God; it's more like some kind of jealous and vile curse.

After finishing his prayer, the Pope straightened up.

As always, God never responded to him.

But just as he was about to turn and leave, an ethereal voice called out to him.

"O lowly sinner."

"Listen to my voice."

The Pope froze abruptly.

That sound... came from above? But shouldn't their dome only contain the nailed-to-the-ground Ye Shu?

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...Look..."

Only when the trembling voices of the cardinals around him reminded him did he slowly raise his head, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Holy, incomparably holy.

Those were six pairs of snow-white wings, each feather gleaming with divine light, swirling beneath the stained glass of the dome, radiating an inhuman brilliance.

Beneath the wings is an eye.

A huge golden eye, though tiny in the room and in front of the colorful stained glass window, appeared larger than the world itself when reflected in the old pope's eyes.

He felt as if he were in a pure white space, standing on a staircase suspended in mid-air, while above the clouds in front of him, the six-winged being was perched.

Only then did the old pope realize it.

It wasn't just one golden eye, but countless golden eyes. Countless golden eyes formed His wings, His body, and everything about Him, yet they were as pure white as snow.

Each one was watching him.

Neither joy nor sorrow.

The old pope could not describe the feeling; his majestic golden eyes could form the purest and most flawless white in the world.

All of this was telling the elderly pope.

God has truly descended.

As described in the Bible, the holy angel has six pairs of snow-white wings and majestic eyes used to intimidate the demons in hell.

"Holy Angel, why have you only chosen to descend now, allowing us to catch a glimpse of your holy countenance?"

All the believers present knelt down, not daring to raise their heads.

Only the old pope was able to detach himself from his excitement, barely maintaining his dignity as pope, raising his head and asking in a trembling voice.

"The Covenant of the Gods".

A melodious voice filled the hall.

The old pope frowned in confusion.

He had never heard of the covenant of the gods, something involving deities.

Golden Eyes continued, "In the past, we bestowed faith and blessings upon our respective believers, granting them strength and truth, enabling them to uphold the faith of the gods."

"Believers fight for the truth."

"The gods fight for their believers."

"However, there was one person who was extremely audacious."

"He took advantage of the gods' mercy toward mortals and their aversion to war, tricked the gods into signing a truce, thereby stealing their power and shamelessly banishing them to the void."

"Now, I have returned."

The Pope could clearly feel the gaze of the golden eyes. He said, "Reclaim the covenant of the gods, and the gods will return to earth to spread the gospel to the world."

The Pope's pupils contracted sharply.

What... what kind of secret is this?

How dare a daring human deceive the gods and even steal their power?

No wonder, no wonder that human emperor was so powerful.

It turns out he wasn't the powerful one.

He's nothing but a despicable liar.

"Find Him and reclaim the covenant of the gods." After saying this, the golden eye in mid-air completely disappeared.

Meanwhile, the land of eternal exile.

The system scratched its golden eyes, somewhat puzzled, and said, "What's going on? What is this Covenant of the Gods? I've never heard of it before. Why send someone to look for it?"

"Never mind, just kill the Dragon King."

"That damn host is too soft."

........

On the other side, in Vatican City, at St. Peter's Basilica.

The Pope slowly raised his head, and after confirming that He had truly disappeared, he panted heavily as he summoned the cardinal beside him, "Go, send the saintess to the Dragon Kingdom and tell her that this is a divine decree: the Human Emperor is going to destroy the world, and we must kill him to save the world, and we must also reclaim the covenant of the gods."

"Yes."

The cardinal hastily withdrew.

Only after he withdrew did the Pope wipe his sweat and mutter to himself, "The Human Emperor's strength is too great. A direct attack would be like throwing an egg against a rock. Sending out our long-trained Holy Maidens to use gentleness to overcome strength will surely defeat him!"

After a while, the cardinal returned.

"Your Holiness, the Holy Maiden has already set off for the Dragon Kingdom."

"Um."

The old Pope nodded. "The Holy Maiden possesses many of our sect's secret techniques, and although she appears pure and lovely, she has been trained by our sect to be a top-tier assassin. No matter how powerful the Human Emperor is, he is still just a man."

"No man can escape this fate."

After he finished speaking, he noticed that the cardinal was looking at him with an expression that seemed to say, "What are you talking about?"

Why are you looking at me? Do I have flowers on my face?

The Pope frowned slightly.

"No..." The cardinal hesitated for a moment, then said with some difficulty, "Didn't you tell us to properly nurture the saintess?"

"They should be trained properly, trained to become assassins."

The Pope nodded matter-of-factly, then frowned and asked suspiciously, "What? You didn't do as I said?"

The cardinal's expression became even more subtle.

He opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately carefully chose his words: "Your Majesty... um... back then you said you wanted to train the Holy Maiden to be 'the sharpest blade' and 'the purest sacrifice'..."

"That's right." The Pope nodded.

"So we isolated and raised the saint from the age of three, teaching her all the secret arts of the Vatican, making her bathe in holy water and recite scriptures every day to maintain the absolute purity of her body and mind..."

"Very good." The Pope nodded again.

The cardinal's expression twisted slightly.

"But Your Majesty...she is too pure."

The Pope was taken aback, finally understanding the bishop's meaning. "You mean to say that our family's saint is truly a saint who wholeheartedly proclaims love and peace?"

That's right.

The cardinal swallowed hard and nodded with difficulty.

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