Ark, they don't revolve around you

Your Majesty, this opportunity cannot be missed! 】

The fourth one is the Kazdel War Report, dated December.

[The Leitanians captured the Sarkaz in large numbers, toyed with them wantonly, and used the Sarkaz as their own magic wand.

The people of Kazdel cannot bear to be slaughtered anymore. Regent King Tresis mobilized the Londinium Military Police and joined forces with the Duke to defeat the beasts of Leitania today! 】

A rough hand reached out and stroked the newspapers. The owner of the voice laughed, and his black eyes looked at the calendar: "This will be a year of war."

Chapter 55 I Can Bring Redemption to Lateran

"I never thought that the war would break out like this—" The faint murmurs echoed in the canyon. Mostima heard the words without raising his head, but just hummed.

The war between Yan and Wu is like ice and fire intertwined, and it is impossible for them to make concessions voluntarily. Other countries also saw the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. In just one year, several countries have declared war one after another, with their swords pointing directly at each other.

Ursus attacked Yan, Casimir attacked Ursus, Leitania attacked Casimir, and Columbia attacked Leitania again——

The whole of Terra was in chaos, with the core circle countries fighting each other on an unprecedented scale. Mostima heard that in the old Gaul region, gullies were everywhere, and anyone who dared to step out of the trench would be stabbed into a hedgehog by the overwhelming rain of arrows. After the Crystal Revolution, Terra had made great progress in killing, and it was efficient and ruthless, like a meat grinder.

Did all this really come from a man... Mostima glanced at his companion. Remion was wiping her medium-sized gun. She looked gentle and cute, but the girl was actually an excellent marksman and never missed a shot.

The other companion was not Sakota, but Liberi Fiammetta. Although she was just a little bird, this girl's talent with the gun could not be underestimated.

After a long time, they formed a team again. The tacit understanding was still there, but the uneasiness in Mostima's heart grew more and more, like the shadow of the night.

A few days ago, in the Lateran chapel.

The Pope faced the altar with a gloomy face, the candlelight and shadows intertwined on his face: "You should all be aware of the purpose of my calling you here."

"What is it?"

"Murder," the pope said, "even if I can use all kinds of high-sounding excuses, but murder is murder."

"We are not killers." Fiammetta's face did not look very good.

Lemiaoan worked in the Vatican, but he got to the point: "Who to kill?"

A photo lit up, showing a man wrapping himself in black, like a grave.

"Jonning," the Pope sighed, "I tried to reverse these terrible tragedies and appealed to the law for this. The law responded to me and told me that I must eliminate him."

he……

Looking at that face, Mostima's heart twitched, as if twisted together. For some reason, she was afraid. She was not afraid of the mission, but was afraid of fighting him, even though she had never met the doctor before.

Mostima suppressed her emotions. The mission had come. As the Pope had said, this year the Doctor had been constantly fanning the flames. Wherever he went, war would break out. She clenched her staff silently.

It was raining continuously and the canyon of Kazdel was chilly and freezing. It was a perfect place for an ambush. The three of them heard the roar of the engine and hid themselves.

coming.

The fully armed armored vehicles are consistent with the information given by the Pope. The Doctor is not a powerful character, but he is ruthless and has many loyal soldiers under him.

You only get one chance.

Mastema looked at his two companions, stepped forward, and walked towards the convoy in a dashing manner.

As expected, the convoy stopped, and countless fully armed soldiers came out, led by a Fidelian man with an untidy beard, but standing straight.

This is a formally trained warrior.

Mostima closed her eyes. He was not the only one who pointed guns and crossbows at her. She exposed herself to the enemy's firepower network.

"Sakota, or Sarkaz..." the man asked in confusion.

"Who knows? I'm just passing by and want to take a ride." Mastema showed his messenger mark and smiled, "As you can see, I'm just a harmless messenger."

"A messenger? You are not an ordinary messenger, Ms. Mostima."

A faint voice echoed.

The man got out of the car and said coldly, "You are the Pope's man."

Mostima was in a trance, her heart ached and she could hardly breathe, as if they had met and separated in another time and space.

"Mastema!" an angry roar came from the headset.

Mastema bit her lip and raised her staff high. The ancient power was unlocked. Black and white were intertwined, and the lock and key were fitted together. The dusty authority was liberated by such a move, as if a huge clock appeared, and the ancient behemoth was quietly fiddling with the hands of time.

This is a spell that is beyond human reach. Countless seekers were willing to die in front of the staff in order to obtain this power, but the lock and key chose her!

In this realm, time has stopped for everyone. She is the monarch of time, having spanned eternity. Only she has the right to pardon all living beings.

"Fiammetta!"

Howitzers came down from the sky, sliding in a beautiful arc towards the convoy. Fiameta was not an angel, but her use of firearms was even better than that of most Sakotas!

The flames engulfed the convoy in an instant. The Liberian girl did not hold back, and Mostima also pointed the white staff at the enemy, at the man called the Doctor.

Kill him and everything will be settled!

——But why did you do that to him?

She heard the sneer and knew she shouldn't be soft-hearted, but Mastema just couldn't kill that man and she almost collapsed.

At this moment, a bullet whizzed. It was Remiaoan. She pulled the bolt and gently stood up from the wheelchair. Her black clothes made her look like a seagull facing a storm.

As expected of Lateran's sharpshooter, Mostima couldn't bring herself to do it, but she would never hesitate. The silver bullets broke through the rain curtain bit by bit, embedded into the mask, and pierced Zhuang Ning's head.

The man fell down in a pool of blood!

The spell was lifted, and Mastema even forgot to leave. The culprit was dead, but she felt like a hole was dug in her heart and she had lost her soul.

applause.

Soft applause echoed along with that gentle voice. The doctor who should have died smiled softly and said, "As expected of the elite of Lateran. You are formidable."

He stood beside Mastema and said in a very friendly voice: "Why don't you just kill me?"

He came back to life... No, he was not dead at all. Mostima was stunned and suddenly realized that it was all an illusion. They were poisoned and immersed in the dream, but they didn't realize that they had been caught!

Mostima had shackles on his hands, his staff was taken away, Fiammetta's firearms were destroyed, and the doctor named Zhuang Ning even played with the howitzer.

Fiammetta glared at him, his eyes bloodshot: "Kill me!"

"Hmm... this plot does look familiar." The doctor thought for a moment and lifted his mask. Under the mask was a gentle gaze that made people fall into it like a quagmire. "But I'm not an orc, so there's no need to be so scared."

"We won't surrender." Lemiaoan said. This sharpshooter almost killed the doctor just now. Maybe he felt that there was no way to survive, so his face was calm.

"I've already told you, I'm not an orc." The doctor shook his head and looked at the prisoner.

He opened his lips.

Mostima, Fiammetta, and Lemion should all regret listening to his voice, and after communicating with him, they had no choice but to be devoted to him.

He said: "I am not your enemy, on the contrary, I can bring salvation to Lateran."

Chapter 56 Lord, Why Have You Left Me?

On the lawn of the Epiphany Church, a young child was hanging on a balloon, and his companions surrounded him with joy, amazement and laughter.

The child flew higher and higher, laughing and looking smug at first, until he flew out of the height of the church, and his expression finally changed from excitement to fear.

A bullet burst the balloon and the boy fell down. He was caught steadily by a man. The man was wearing a hood and his race could not be seen, but his eyes were so black, like the boundless sea at night.

The child thanked the man and jumped off him, calling his friends to play again, not having learned anything from the previous lesson.

Most of the Laterans are stupid. They use this method to please themselves. They are proud of their so-called "nature", but the Sakota compatriots who grew up in other places often hate this kind of self-righteous innocence. The man sighed, shook his head helplessly, and walked into the Church of the Holy Manifestation.

This heaven built on earth, whose holiness could not be shaken even by war, stood high above Terra like a banner.

The Pope sat on a prayer chair in the main hall of the Church of the Miraculous Creed. The sky was dim and the only ray of sunlight shone on the altar. The main hall was quiet and grand. He thought that if there really was a God, God should live here.

The Pope was suddenly tired and exhausted. The old man had spent his whole life maintaining peace, but the Lateran was destined to be drawn into the war.

Intelligence was pouring in like snowflakes, and messengers from all over the world brought mostly crises. There was no good or bad in this war, the invaders had become the invaded, the invaded countries were in turmoil and fire was spreading, and the old man closed his eyes in despair.

“Lord, what should we do?”

He did not recite the scriptures, although it was ridiculous, but he was the least believer in the gods in the Lateran. He saw the entity of the law with his own eyes. The law would bring revelation and victory.

But the law is not God, it is a machine. There is no omnipotent Lord in this world. No matter how emotionally and devoutly you shout "Holy, Holy", no one will respond.

The palm wood door with carvings of a battle between angels and demons was pushed open, and light shone through it, illuminating a delicate shadow. The shadow smiled faintly and greeted, "Your Holiness, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you." The Pope was a little surprised, because he knew this person. He had personally issued a wanted order and described him as a devil.

Doctor.

Or rather, Zhuang Ning came to the Pope, and the kind old man smiled at his mortal enemy, "Welcome to the Lateran."

They are like a pair of good friends, or a grandfather and grandson. The Pope is old after all, but he still has energy.

The Pope suddenly became quiet and asked quietly, "I've put a warrant out for your arrest throughout the city, and you still dare to walk in here so brazenly?"

"Shouldn't the Lord's city be able to accommodate one or two sinners occasionally?" Zhuang Ning smiled as usual.

"Do you feel guilty?"

"With or without it, it doesn't make any difference, right?" He reached into his pocket, sighed softly, and pressed the button.

boom!

A gust of air burst out, and the solemn altar was blown to pieces. The evil man had already placed explosives in the Church of the Apparition.

Flames swept through the sanctuary, rocks fell and hit the floor, the entire church was destroyed, and the walls were broken and peeled off, revealing the outside world.

The Pope rose slowly.

Night came, and he saw the entire holy city burning in the night, the beautiful Lateran was crying, his musketeers were nailed to the cross, and a coalition of angels and demons invaded the holy city. The earthly paradise that had not fallen for a thousand years turned into a purgatory in the blink of an eye.

"Did you do it?"

"Your laws are correct. The moment I wanted to kill you, you attacked me..." Zhuang Ning took out a revolver. This was the Pope's guardian gun. Every Lateran regarded this guardian gun as their life, but the Pope didn't even know when his weapon was taken away.

"Mastema..." his voice was hoarse, "You cast a spell on me."

From the shadows, the fallen angel stepped out, head lowered.

"You have fallen and have turned to the devil."

"Devil? Oh, you mean me." Zhuang Ning smiled, his mouth wide open. The man who caused the collapse of the Holy City seemed to be genuinely happy to hear such words, "But there has never been a devil in this world."

He pointed his revolver at the Pope's head.