Ark, they don't revolve around you

——The garrison also belongs to the Papal Palace, but its members are not from Sakota, but mostly from Liberi.

Liberi, holding a spear blade and wearing the uniform of a garrison soldier, curled his lips and said, "Finally, we can have some peace and stability this year."

He couldn't stand Sakota's frivolousness in the past.

"Be careful with your words." The officer said coldly.

"Why bother, sir? The Sakota don't mind our words. They just think we are pathetic." Liberi's words were sharp.

Except for the outlier Fiameta, few Liberians can enter the core of Lateran, and most of them can only rely on Sakota.

It was precisely because they could not tolerate this that in the past a group of Liberians left the holy city and established a country on a peninsula near the ocean.

The name of that country is Iberia. In its golden age, their bombardment frightened Victoria, which was at its peak. Even the Witch King was dazzled by their greatness. The still young Colombia was like a newborn baby in front of the greatness of Iberia.

But now Iberia has declined, but Lateran still stands.

The Papal Palace tolerated Liberi's betrayal tolerantly and still allowed Liberi to stay as an equal.

This is already a blessing, but the Liberians who have lived here for generations sometimes feel unfair and annoyed. They have no channels for upward mobility, and Sakota is always superior and high above them.

The white walls of the Papal Chamber are lit by countless incandescent lamps, and the saints on the niches hold guns, solemn and gentle.

This dignity was broken by a suppressed, low voice filled with anger.

"What do you mean you can't stop it, Oren?"

Sakta, who had red hair tied on his forehead, rough skin, and obvious traces of war, sneered:

"Your Excellency, my report is obvious. It cannot be stopped."

The beautiful Willlif looked as solemn as a tombstone: "In this month, how many monasteries and churches do you think have been destroyed? Victoria, Leitania, Syracuse... and we in the Seventh Department mobilized all our forces to fight the Doctor, but in the end we returned empty-handed."

The Seventh Hall has a solemn meaning among the Pope's Halls. Fiammetta, who monitors the fallen angel Mostima, belongs to this Hall.

As a cardinal, Valerie represents the dark side of Lateran.

Her faith is devout but not fanatical, and such Sakotas are often the most terrifying.

As for Oren, he is an extreme racist and feels that Sakata's current policies are too soft.

He had witnessed the atrocities of the Sarkaz and hated the demons so much that he wanted to wipe them out himself.

But at this moment, Oren seemed frivolous. He did not mention the Sarkaz, but just sneered: "You are too panicked. He is just a demon king."

"You're just happy that we have a reason to attack Kazdel, Oren."

After his true feelings were exposed, Oren casually took out the wine and drank it down in a very ungraceful manner.

He said: "The demon king named Zhuang Ning did a good job. The more he does this, the more people will hate the demons."

"Cheers to the Doctor, and to a war against the Sarkaz!" Oren shouted, not taking the religious laws seriously at all, and continued to drink big gulps of wine.

"But that doctor was really stupid. He threatened to destroy Lateran on Christmas Day... He overestimated his own capabilities. The Holy City has stood on the earth for thousands of years, and even the dating method is based on our standards. How could anyone dare to overthrow it..."

"Don't be careless, Oren." Weierlifu scolded, "That's what the Holy See told us to be vigilant about."

Although she said this, she also scoffed at the Demon King's words.

The devil is foolish to think that Lateran is nothing special just because it destroyed the monastery and defeated the musketeers.

The Lateran must be immortal, just as the Tower of Revelation is eternal.

The volume of the explosions decreased, and the sound of bells became magnificent instead.

Countless white doves flew across the sky, as if to bring peace.

Oren sneered softly:

"It seems that our Demon King can't come... The Law protects Lateran. Even if the Demon King can manipulate space, he can't escape the surveillance of the Law."

He said fiercely: "Give me some time, Liv, I will deal with him..."

Willliv also drank some wine and was a little tipsy, smiling beautifully: "Yes."

As she spoke, her gaze suddenly fixed and she rubbed her eyes, as if she had seen the most incredible phenomenon.

"Oren, you..."

"What's wrong with me..." Oren was stunned after saying this, he lowered his head and looked down, and saw a crystalline black color condensed on his body.

That is Originium.

Not only that, the halo above his head dimmed quickly, and Oren lost his power of empathy in an instant, with mist in his eyes.

Pitch-black horns quickly grew on top of his head, and a long demonic tail appeared at the end.

In just a moment, Oren fell from grace and became the demon he hated the most.

"Why..." Oren was speechless.

Valerie turned around in panic, her exquisite robe spinning, she wanted to tell the Pope about this abnormality.

As long as it does not violate the law, Sakota should not fall from heaven even if he suffers from mineral sickness. Why...

She fell down, her face showing unusual pain, and her panting breath revealed the great change.

The halo and wings dimmed and turned black, quickly shattered, and two feet and a tail grew from the head...

The thread that connected her to the gods disappeared completely, and Valerie became an ugly fallen angel!

On the street, the Sakotas who were still blasting buildings were stunned by each other, pointing at each other's friends' faces, laughing with a hint of doubt:

"Hey, why do you have horns?!"

"You've grown devil horns, too. You even have a tail, and it's still wiggling!"

In the Pope's Hall, Valerie's face changed suddenly and she immediately ran to a high place.

She saw that every sakta within reach was dyed black.

"Impossible!" the purple-haired cardinal roared, his beautiful and unfathomable face looking particularly crazy.

She used madness to cover up her fear: "That person sneaked into Lateran City? Why can't the law sense it?!"

"He actually has the ability to cause the fall of the Sakota on a large scale. He actually..."

Weierlifu's voice suddenly dropped, and she looked at Oren, whose face was filled with black lines, and smiled bitterly, "He can actually... really make our holy city fall."

In the Requiem Church, the glass is stained by moonlight, falling on the altar.

Zhuang Ning lowered his head, holding a bouquet of white flowers in his hands. The petals were fragrant and refreshing.

He suddenly thought, what a beautiful flower it is, standing tall and graceful in the midst of filth.

I felt a little reluctant when I pulled them out, but the flowers were so beautiful...

It is so beautiful that one wants to ravage and crush it.

A hint of darkness climbed up the pistil, and a gentle breeze blew away the white flowers that had turned into powder.

Footsteps came from behind: "Doctor, are you starting?"

"It started the moment I stepped into Lateran, Andoen." The darkness in Zhuang Ning's eyes lit up, "The fall is irreversible. This is the first step to chaos."

Although he said this, he had no intention of getting up from his chair, and quietly spread the depravity.

The black coat became darker and darker, like a floating evil spirit, with a hazy figure.

Andorn opened the Gospel in his hand, sat beside Zhuang Ning, and muttered to himself.

"Are you praying for those fallen angels?"

Zhuang Ning turned his head, his expression becoming even more sinister, "But it was you who led me here."

"Although I am a demon king, my skills are not yet mature. If I force my way into the Holy City, I will inevitably suffer losses." He murmured, "Andorn, you sent me here, just like you sent the Sarkaz to the Holy City."

"The Pope once regarded you as his successor and showed you the truth of the law, but you took advantage of the loophole and brought the devil who destroyed the kingdom of heaven on earth to paradise with your own hands."

"But this is why you brought me here, right?" Andorn whispered, closing his eyes.

He felt a shadow as deep as the night embracing him.

He was falling from heaven, betraying the Lord's will, and a sense of panic flowed through his body and mind.

The instigator raised his head in boredom: "A pathfinder..."

"Yes, I am looking for a way to bring salvation to all living beings."

"For this, you betrayed your own race with your own hands." Zhuang Ning turned his neck to look, only to see the newborn angel.

He stood up and walked outside the church. There was green grass and a huge team lined up on the cobblestone road, kneeling on one knee.

The races of this team are extremely complex, including Liberi, Pelo, Sarkaz, and Sakota...

They are the people who are dissatisfied with the Holy City, the people who are oppressed by the Holy City, and the people who feel remorse for their own race.

They shouted in unison: "This thousand years is over!"

“The day of judgment is coming and the demons will flee from Hell!”

The voice gradually changed from low to high. Zhuang Ning felt his emotions as huge as the ocean tide and took off his mask for the first time.

He made no promises, but simply said, "Yes, the thousand years are over."

"From this moment on, I am the judge!"

They started from a remote church, walked through one cemetery after another, until their toes finally stepped onto the brick-paved road, attracting the attention of countless wandering Sakotas!

Then the flames fell to the ground, reflecting the sky with terrible colors!

Then, a storm gathered over the holy city that had not been affected by natural disasters for thousands of years, and sulfur and fire fell from the sky!

That was a natural disaster brought by the Devil!

"The Guards, the damn Guards betrayed us!" Willlif roared, "Without the Guards, without Liberi, how could the Doctor have entered the Holy City!"

"Calm down, Liv, the Pope already knows." Oren gripped the gun handle tightly.

“What does the Pope say?”

"The cavalry and gunners have been mobilized outside. It is impossible for Lateran to point his guns at his own city. The demon king must be killed immediately!"

"Nonsense, I'm asking how to kill?" Valerie said impatiently.