Ark, they don't revolve around you

She saw the fire of catastrophe falling from the sky, trailing a tail of flames and falling to the ground!

"The saint has been dispatched." There was a vibration under his feet, and Oren sneered, "It is the saint recognized by the law, Federico Giallo."

"That's an old acquaintance of the Doctor. He once entered Rhodes Island as Rutland, with the code name of Undertaker!"

Anti-aircraft guns mounted on the city walls were trained on the falling Scourge.

Gorgeous flowers bloom in the sky, so beautiful and breathtaking!

But that was the fire of death. Lateran's defense system was awakened by the law. The muzzles and guns blocked the meteorites falling from the sky, but in the end one or two broke through the siege and fell to the earth!

Zhuang Ning did not think that the natural disaster could break through Lateran's defense, but it could effectively occupy the calculation ability of the law and bring it great pressure.

After all, it is the combat command system of the previous civilization. Zhuang Ning will not underestimate any creation.

But this natural disaster is a symbol of despair in the eyes of countless Sakota.

The flickering firelight illuminated the black coat, and Zhuang Ning stopped to look around.

In front of him was a man, unaffected by the Fallen Angel, holding a gun.

The man's gaze remained steady, unshaken by the sight of this hell.

"Undertaker, has the law sent you to die?"

"Stop, Doctor." The Undertaker closed his eyes, "Otherwise, I will follow the law and wipe you out."

As if to confirm what he said, the sound of steel echoed, and invisible changes befell the undertaker's body, and a halo as bright as the sun was dazzling.

It is as if the saints of all ages in the Lateran are possessed by him, and he is worthy of the name of saints. This is the enemy of evil!

"Erase, erase..." Zhuang Ning lowered his head and repeated the word.

The corners of his mouth suddenly opened and twisted into a treacherous look, "Are you such a coward? You have clearly already descended upon Federico, but you are still hiding and refusing to show up, the law?"

As soon as the words came out, the onlookers were stunned. There was more fear in Liberi's eyes, while the fallen Sakota, who had a desperate look on his face, became pious.

"Yes, the one standing in front of me is no longer the Undertaker, but the deity itself..." Zhuang Ning smiled, "Compared to the not-so-excellent vessel of the Archangel, the Undertaker is more suitable for you, right?"

What responded to him was a rain of bullets. Federico Giallo's last bit of concealment disappeared and he pulled the trigger frantically.

This was no longer just a bullet from a Sakota, but a miracle granted by the law.

The weapons of war left over from previous civilizations revealed their sharp fangs. Every bullet distorted reality, forming a pillar of light that reached the sky!

Beams of light were like rain, focusing from the sky onto the devil’s head. It was so hideous, a miracle that no devil king of any generation could resist!

However, bathed in this aurora, Zhuang Ning did not show any reaction at all.

"Saints... The only saint in history is the Pope, and even the Pope can be canonized after his death."

"You alone, Federico, have been canonized by the law, along with Arturo."

"Why?"

The voices of doubt turned into a loud bell, hitting every Sakhota's ears like a hammer.

They saw the demon walking in light, saw his skin evaporate, emitting steam-like smoke.

But the devil felt no pain. Instead, he grinned wildly and stretched out his hand.

The undertaker, who was still delivering divine punishment continuously, was stiff all over, as if he was grabbed by an invisible giant hand.

The five fingers of that hand were embedded tightly in his body, and there was a horrible sound of bones breaking!

"Why? I didn't understand at first."

"Qualifications, fighting ability? Federico, you are undoubtedly excellent, but there are many strong people in Lateran."

The pillar of light that reached the sky was visibly dimming, and patches of darkness were drifting around, swallowing up the light.

Like a greedy snake, it swallowed up the punishment from heaven recklessly and without any scruples.

The light illuminating the holy city dimmed, and the melodious tune of Christmas Eve came from somewhere.

At this time, Zhuang Ning was still standing in front of the undertaker.

He looked down at the kneeling undertaker - looked down at the law, bent down, and grasped the modified guardian gun with his rough hands. He applied a little force in his palms, and the steel turned into powder and drifted away with the dust.

"Then I figured out the reason...it was ridiculous, but it made sense."

"Federico is the most outstanding carrier of God's descent. He has no emotions... No, he doesn't quite understand. Therefore, such a person will not resist you."

"And Arturo Giallo, knows emotions too well. When she was born, you gave her the power to sense everyone's emotions."

"You robbed Federico of his happiness and shaped Arturo's heart."

"This pair of saints are your tools. They are the messengers you intend to descend and rewrite Terra..."

Zhuang Ning stated the facts indifferently, one hand already pinching Federico's neck: "It's really sad, the law, isn't it?"

"Federico is a good kid, he doesn't understand all those twists and turns and bells and whistles."

"But he spent the first half of his life trying to understand others and using the most stringent requirements to hone himself."

"Maybe he finally understood a little, but his body was taken away... This is your god of Sakota!"

The Undertaker - or rather, the Law - was speechless and had a cold gaze.

The sacred aura on him disappeared quickly, and the aura that made people worship him was gone.

The law leaves the body of the saint.

Zhuang Ning let go of his hand in boredom, grabbed Federico's collar and threw it behind him.

Several Liberians hurriedly followed and heard their leader say calmly: "I can't fall from the sky with him. I can't control him."

"Since he can't fall from heaven, why not kill him?" someone asked.

Liberi then met Zhuang Ning's gentle gaze and said, "Because I decided to spare the life of this poor creature, does that make sense?"

"No, sir!"

"Very good." After solving an obstacle easily, Zhuang Ning felt happier and sang loudly to the beat.

The particularly distorted melody lingered, and he even clapped his hands to express his joy.

"Look, everyone." He smiled, "This is punishment."

"Even the Saints have been defeated, who else can stop us?!"

Following the whisper, Liberi became even more enthusiastic and cheered loudly.

The next moment, Zhuang Ning stopped again, staring at the girl in front of him who seemed to be trying to stop him from going to the Tower of Revelation.

Her blue hair was hanging down, and her clear eyes were filled with sadness. The girl seemed to be begging, as if in fear, and her voice was trembling:

"PhD."

"Mastema." Zhuang Ning called out the girl's name, "You shouldn't have come. You shouldn't have shown up."

Mastema raised her staff in despair. Even at this moment, she was still so humble and said hoarsely, "Stop, don't go any further."

"why?"

"You will destroy everything, including yourself!" Mostima shed tears.

There is the shadow of a giant beast, exuding the desolate breath of ancient times.

The power of time seeped into every corner of Lateran. Mastema never thought that the full power of the staff would be released and would be aimed at the Doctor.

So she still begged: "You will make all the countries in the continent hostile to you, you...you will die!"

She was answered with laughter.

As if he thought the girl who said this was too cute, Zhuang Ning made a gesture, signaling the people behind him to be quiet.

He was particularly gentle: "It is you who should leave, Mostima."

Click!

Mostima's eyes narrowed, and fragments flew and pierced her chest.

A sharp pain broke out, her vision became blurry for a moment, and she vaguely saw the figure of the Doctor.

He did nothing but utter a few words, but the sheer violence crushed his staff.

Even the soul fragments of the time beast were affected and could not recover.

She thought she could stop him to some extent, but in front of the demon king, her strength was like child's play.

Under the twin moons, the man said quietly, "You said I would attract hostility from all countries, right?"

"That, to me, is just... awesome!"

Zhuang Ning walked up to her, pulled out the fragment from her chest, and said sternly, "When the cart rolls over, the mantis's resistance will be powerless."

"I don't intend to flatten those countries one by one. It's easier to sweep away the dust in one fell swoop!"

"Doctor." Mastema was barely breathing. "Don't... don't do that..."

"You are still stopping me, so you will never understand, Mostimachi." Zhuang Ning kissed her forehead, "Just like you chose to leave me at that time."

He didn't look at Mastema again, and continued to move forward and fight.

……

……

"Warning, warning."

"Saint Arturo is out of control, Saint o Federico, unconscious!"

"The devil is approaching, Evangelista XI, you should seek refuge."

Upon hearing the news, the Pope smiled with an unconcealable bitterness: "But where can I run to, my Lord?"

"There are many countries willing to accept you."

"But I'm just a puppet even if I go there, a puppet that gathers together to oppose the Demon King." Evangelista XI closed his eyes in pain, "In this month, we have calculated tens of thousands of times, hoping to find a way out, but we failed without exception."

"The destruction of Sakota is inevitable. My Lord, you have done your best, and I have done my best too."

This sentence seemed to have some kind of magic, and the host that kept issuing warnings to Weng Ming fell silent.

This machine occupied the underground and was almost integrated into the temple above ground. A noisy sound burst out from the speakers - a cold apology.

"Yes, I tried my best, but I couldn't stop the demon's advance."