Ark, they don't revolve around you

"Attack!" Patrizión no longer had any worries, and the giant gun poured out like a torrent!

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five minutes later.

The heart of the last musketeer was dug out, his helmet was shattered, revealing his desperate eyes as he stared at Zhuang Ning in panic.

He finally understood why this person dared to show up so openly and not hide his whereabouts.

Zhuang Ning threw the musketeer aside and looked at Patrizión with a smile.

The old knight was pierced by countless fragments all over his body. He was dying and barely raised his head: "You are so strong."

"No, you are too weak." Zhuang Ning sighed and turned around. "I won't kill you. Tell your Pope that I will pass by every church and every monastery in the next month starting from today."

"I will kill all the monks and bishops inside until the end, and then I will capture the holy city and destroy your gods."

"These musketeers are just the beginning."

"The blood you are about to shed has just begun."

Patrizione was furious: "You lunatic!"

He knew that Zhuang Ning was not lying. This madman simply wanted to kill all of Sakota!

"no way."

Then, he saw the man turn around and shrug frivolously, with helplessness and regret, "Who made your God not listen to me?"

PS: Thanks to the silver treasure chest that is not worthy of its life as a reward, this chapter can be considered an extra update!

ps2: All of the Pope's musketeers share the same portrait

Chapter 26 The Crown of Righteousness

Golden sunlight shines through the glass and falls on the altar in the center.

Sitting on the wooden bench used for prayer, Pope Evangelista XI raised his head slightly and listened to his subordinates' uneasy and gloomy report:

"The cavalry was almost completely wiped out, Holy See, they are no longer something that ordinary people can match."

"The law had anticipated this, but never thought it would come so soon." Evangelista XI whispered, "Try to recall the monks from nearby areas and have them return as soon as possible."

From time to time, Lateran would send monks to the outside world to serve as a bridge of communication between Lateran and the outside world.

Most of these monks believed in the Lateran doctrine, were polite, were well-respected on Terra, had their own churches, and provided free education and food, and were highly regarded among the lower classes.

It is worth mentioning that these monks are not necessarily all Sakota. As long as they obtain permission from the Lateran, the monks can spread the doctrine in the name of the Lateran.

This is also the source of Lateran's influence. Evangelista XI sighed in his heart: "Why do you think he did this?"

Beside him, the cardinal with purple hair tied up in a bun and beautiful but lazy face gently opened his eyes: "Holy See, you will understand."

"He's a smart man. This will really damage our reputation. The good-natured image that the doctor has built for himself for so long will be completely destroyed."

"This means that the doctor doesn't care about this at all. He thinks he has the conditions to become our enemy, Valerie."

The purple-haired cardinal known as Willlif covered her mouth as if she had heard the most ridiculous words, "How arrogant."

"This is not arrogance, Valerie." Evangelista XI's face was as frozen as a statue. "This is reality."

"He will continue to kill to demonstrate his attitude and show it to other countries."

"But the problem is that the nations always think this matter is not worth mentioning."

Valerie looked unhappy, knowing that the Pope was talking about the International Summit a few days ago.

The leaders of various countries did come, each with their own agenda. They were certain that there would be a conflict between Kazdel and Lateran, and they understood the birth of the Demon King, but they scoffed at the Pope's advice.

They leave one by one, stay behind the scenes, and will not rashly participate until the situation becomes clear.

To put it nicely, this was cautious; to put it bluntly, this was seeking death. Evangelista watched helplessly as his years of hard work turned to blood.

"In the short term, no country will come to help us. Rutland can only rely on itself."

"Neighboring countries will sit back and watch us in danger even though our enemy is just... one person?"

"You are all wrong, Valerie. Including you, too many people don't understand the Demon King. I don't blame you. Now, we can only do everything we can."

The Pope made a gesture of prayer: "May we survive this first month."

He finished his prayer devoutly and walked into the courtyard with his gun in hand.

The flowers blooming in the greenhouse seemed to feel the severe cold and were reluctant to open.

And when Evangelista XI's pale hand touched it, the petals shrank, trembled, and finally turned into dust.

The Pope's face froze.

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The flames were burning, and the scarlet tongues of fire engulfed layer upon layer of space, surrounding the monastery on the mountain.

There was a wailing sound, followed by sharp shouts and curses, and finally silence in despair.

Standing in the sea of ​​blood, Zhuang Ning loosened his hands, threw away the corpse, and said calmly, "The eleventh one."

This was the eleventh "House of God" he had destroyed in a week - killing everyone in the monastery, both men and women.

He clenched his hands, and the flames suddenly dissipated, leaving behind a tragic scene like ruins.

"Why did you do this?" Fiammetta asked numbly.

"Didn't I explain my reasons?" Zhuang Ning turned to look at his captive and smiled, "Because that's what I declared."

"You crazy person!"

"You curse too much." Zhuang Ning sneered and threw Fiammetta and Lemion into a hidden room.

The room was dark and small, with the only light coming from above.

This was the most unbearable time for Fiammetta. He was forced to witness Zhuang Ning's atrocities countless times and watched countless people die at the doctor's hands.

She was already disheartened, and now this was stimulated again. She was confused and at a loss for what to do.

The air was so cold that the breath almost froze.

The room was encrypted with a spell and could not be disturbed at all.

Compared to Fiammetta, it took Remion only a few days to calm down, and he looked at the skylight solemnly.

"Lemiaoan, does that guy really want to destroy Lateran?"

"No doubt about it." Lemiaoan remained calm. Although she was a captive, she still maintained her dignity and rarely spoke, but she was proud and unyielding. "Otherwise, why would the doctor target the monastery that was powerless?"

"He plans to conquer the Papal States alone?"

"I don't know. There is too little information. We have to leave." Lemiaoan's voice suddenly dropped, revealing his true intentions. "I have to take Xiaole back to Lateran with me."

Only then did Fiammetta understand why Remion was able to keep his composure.

She smiled again, thinking that if it weren't for the Angel of Power's intercession, they would probably have died.

"But how do we escape?"

"He looks down on us, and we can take advantage of that." The shackles on Lemiaoan's hands suddenly cracked.

Fiammetta's eyes narrowed: "What is this?"

"A secret." Lemiaoan smiled, pulling up her long hair and tying it into a ponytail for combat, "I'll untie it for you too."

Fiammetta realized that it seemed to be a miniature staff that could melt steel: "Did the Pope give this to you?"

"I'm the future head of the Seventh Office, so I have to have some cards up my sleeve."

"How come you weren't discovered by that man?"

"This is also a secret." Reminiscing about the body search process, Lemiaoan felt unusually embarrassed.

"But without the shackles, we still can't get out. He used a spell to imprison the space."

"I have taken the corresponding courses in Lateran." Lemiaoan said again, "I have had the opportunity to escape in the past few days, but I didn't do it because I wanted to wait for the opportunity."

"We are nothing to that man, and he doesn't bother to take us to heart, but one day, I will make him regret what he did." There was a slight hint of murderous intent and anger in Remian's silent voice.

Fiammetta was not the only one who was furious after seeing the tragedy at the monastery.

"Now we have to get our weapons back." Lemiaoan took another deep breath, "This is very dangerous."

"What could be more dangerous than having a demon showing off in front of us while we are unarmed?" Fiammetta said coldly.

Lemiaoan smiled.

They took small steps forward, groping in the darkness with the help of the light above their heads, and suddenly heard a sound coming from the courtyard.

It's the Angel of Power.

"Doctor, are you going to continue killing?"

"It's inevitable."

"But the people here are all innocent..."

"Innocent?" The man in the courtyard sneered, "You are wrong, Angel. I have never hidden my whereabouts, and I also gave them enough time to escape."

"But so far, none of the churches and monasteries I've passed by have fled. Why do you think that is?"

"It's because of arrogance. They think you can't really go against the Lateran Holy City."

"This is only a small part of the reason. The most fundamental reason is that they are reluctant to give up everything they have in the monastery."

Zhuang Ning sneered, "They have a high status here. They appear to be good people, but they do a lot of evil things in secret. They always have a sense of luck in their hearts and are reluctant to leave, so I can catch them."

"Do evil things?" Archangel was stunned. "This is a monastery. Where can we find the opportunity to do evil things?"

"You really know nothing about Rutland." Zhuang Ning's eyes showed pity and even more mockery.

The Archangel was obviously unhappy.

"That sounds nice." Lemuean heard Fiammetta murmur, "Doing evil things in secret, what evil things could those nuns do just now!"