Chapter Four Hundred and Fifty IX: Golden Holy Clothes
"Shut up, don't make excuses for your failure. We have failed God's trust. This is the fact." The Pope slowly turned around, his face a little unclear in the moonlight, "Next time we meet, you can kill
Did you kill him?"
Mulanduo lowered his head. The battle three days ago had undoubtedly shown the result. He was no match for that man, and was even played by the other man in the middle of applause. He would never forget this shame.
"You don't have confidence, do you?" The Pope's slow but cold voice came from under the moonlight, "Even if I give you the power of the other ten paladins, you can't beat him, right? You have even begun to fear him.
, you don’t dare to fight him again, do you?”
Muranduo's lowered hands were tightly clasped together. Finally, he could no longer control himself. He raised his head and stared at the Pope and shouted, "You know, only the twelve paladins can achieve victory if they gather their power together."
To exert the strongest effect, but now one person has died, and without Peter, my power is incomplete."
The Pope chuckled softly and said, "You failed to protect your companions. This is also your dereliction of duty."
After suffering such a defeat, Mulanduo's mood fell to the bottom, but he was hit one after another. He suddenly looked at the Pope and smiled, "Yes, I was defeated, but at least I fought with the opponent in an upright manner.
Victory, unlike you, who attacked secretly and failed to kill the Dark Speaker in the end, right?"
The Pope was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head, "You really have not inherited the blood of our Adrian family at all."
Mulanduo seemed to have been stabbed, and a sneer appeared on his handsome face, "Yes, I don't deserve it. I am just a bastard who was born randomly. I don't even know who my mother is."
, maybe a prostitute on the street? In that case, why did you bring me here in the first place and let me become a Paladin? This is the worst choice you have ever made, Father!"
Before Muranduo finished speaking, his whole body seemed to be attracted by a huge force, and then he was slapped hard in the face.
"asshole!"
Mulanduo raised his head and looked at his father without showing any signs of weakness. With blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he smiled and said, "Humph, is this what a clergyman and a pope should say?"
The hand that the Pope raised again paused, his heart softened, and slowly fell on Murando's shoulder, "I only have one son in my life, you are my only heir, Muran, this Vatican City,
The entire Holy See of Light and the seat of the Pope will be yours in the future, and you will inherit everything from me, do you understand?"
Mulanduo's expression gradually returned to normal. He took a step back and said calmly, "I understand, but now that the Blood Queen has been resurrected, our Holy See is at a disadvantage. Can you resist the Blood Queen? Or can we work together?
Kill her, and don’t forget that there is a dark speaker and that man.”
The Pope slowly turned around and looked at the sculpture. Murando thought he was going to pray to God again, so he turned around with disdain. Even if he prayed to God again, God would not be able to send one or two angels down to help him.
Drop and destroy the enemy.
"Murlando, make sure there are only two of us here." The pope, his father's voice came from behind.
Mulanduo was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously activated the holy power to sense. No one was found within a hundred meters of St. Paul's Church. It seemed that he had not seen any clergy since he came in during the day.
At this moment, the ground shook slightly. With the sound of heavy objects rubbing against the ground, Muranduo turned around and was surprised to see that the statue of Jehovah was no longer in its original position. It moved back a few meters and was moving.
Where it was opened, a square hole was revealed.
"This, what exactly is this..." Mulanduo opened his eyes wide and stared at the hole with soft yellow light emitting from inside. He had grown up in this church, and he didn't even know that there was something like this hidden under the statue.
An agency.
The Pope gently touched the ring on the index finger of his right hand with his left hand, "This is a secret chamber that can only be opened by successive popes. Only with the Holy Power of the Pope himself, the barrier imposed around this statue is greater than the barrier on the entire Vatican wall."
Together they are even more powerful.”
Mulanduo came back to his senses, but he was a little disapproving of these words. He never thought that those barriers would be of any use. Although they could resist the invasion of dark forces, they threw two missiles over and a wall of tens of meters
He was sent to heaven in an instant. In this era, who still believes in those gadgets left over from the Middle Ages?
Seeing the Pope walking down step by step, Murando also quickly followed.
Just a dozen meters underground is a stone room of about 100 square meters. On the ground, in the center of a circular array composed of light runes, is a golden armor and a golden cross sword.
, floating motionless in mid-air.
Mulanduo only took his first glance, and could no longer take his eyes away from this armor. This armor, which exuded golden light all over, was extremely gorgeous in shape. It could be described as luxurious. Every piece of armor was engraved on the edge.
It is covered with densely packed light runes, and behind it are two huge wings made of gold, giving people a strong pressure, as if the gods are coming.
The sword was also engraved with a string of runes, and the sword tip was suspended in front of the armor.
The Pope said slowly, "This is the holy armor and holy sword used by the first pope of the Holy See of Light, called 'Wings of Light' and 'Blade of Judgment'. This man who founded the Holy See also
He is also the master who established the Vatican City. Over the past thousands of years, among the more than 200 popes, only three people have been able to wear this armor and pick up this sword. One of them is the man who sealed the Blood Queen.
"
Mulanduo stared at the dazzling golden light for a long time, and his eyes finally regained his consciousness. He slowly stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and grasped the hilt of the sword.
In just an instant, Muranduo suddenly let go of his hand and stumbled back a few steps. His soul felt as if it had been burned by a hot fire. This extremely painful feeling made his face become distorted.
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The Pope looked down at his son, who was half-kneeling on the ground with exposed veins on his face and gasping for air, and said in a deep voice, "If you can control these two holy weapons, then my son, the best in this world, will
Nothing will pose a threat to you anymore. Of course, this is not an easy task. If you want to become the master of the Holy See of Light and regain your dignity, all this will be your own choice."
After saying that, the Pope passed by Murando and walked out gently. The heavy sound of the statue moving was heard, and the entrance to the secret room was immediately closed.
Muranduo's chest heaved violently and his eyes widened in pain. The Holy See of Light would not perish. He would kill the Blood Queen, destroy the Dark Council, and become the new generation of Pope. No, he would be the most powerful Pope in history.
!
And that man... Lin Chen! I will definitely demand my dignity from him! At that time, he will kneel on the ground and beg for his forgiveness!
Muranduo's eyes flashed with power, struggle, and hatred mixed together. He slowly stood up and walked step by step towards the golden light.