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They have been working hard for generations, keeping to their own ways, and leading a simple and happy life.
On one side of the city-state, the newly built wooden houses are particularly eye-catching.
The walls were made of red bricks, the roof was covered with brown tiles, and the bluestone road in front of the door was swept spotlessly clean.
Smoke rose from the chimney, covering the whole house with a dreamy mist.
"Children, come and eat!"
A kind female voice came from inside the house, her tone full of tenderness and love.
"Coming, Mom!"
Childish voices rang out one after another, and figures jumped into the house from the street.
Inside the house, a sumptuous dinner was placed on a simple wooden table.
The family sat around the table with steaming potato soup, golden and crispy bread, and freshly bought fruits, their faces filled with happy smiles.
The father, a tall, resolute-faced middle-aged man, was smiling at his wife and children. The mother, a plump, gentle woman, was serving soup to the children and humming a little tune.
"I heard that the Pope will go to the Iron Fortress Oberon to attend the Peace Memorial next week. People say that with him here, we don't have to worry about war and suffering anymore. He will bring us an unprecedented era of peace and prosperity!"
Several children were talking and laughing, discussing with great excitement what they had seen and heard in Hersharem.
"Yes, I have heard that, with the Pope here, we will never be harassed by war again for generations to come."
Another child chimed in excitedly, his eyes sparkling with admiration.
"But no matter how powerful the Pope is, he is still a human being. He will die one day."
"No! The Pope must be immortal. He will stay in this world forever!"
Listen to the noisy chatter of the children.
"What are you guys talking about?"
The father breathed a sigh of relief and held his wife's hand.
They looked at each other, their eyes full of beautiful expectations.
"Eternal life is a punishment. You don't understand it yet."
The mother gave the instructions earnestly, her eyes kind and pious.
Although she knew the children were blessing the Pope, if they had developed a mature understanding of life and death, they would understand how to give the blessing correctly.
"Isn't it good to live longer?"
The child asked in confusion.
"Based on the fact that I feel that my life is very long after living for more than 30 years, if you ask me to live for 3,000 years, I think I will definitely go crazy. As for forever...just think about how long that is?"
The father lowered his head and asked them some questions to think about.
The children thought about it and seemed to understand.
"Forever. Maybe longer than three months?"
"It's definitely longer than a year."
"No matter how long it takes, when I grow up, I will become a knight of the Holy Spirit Kingdom. I will protect the weak, punish evil, and bring peace and happiness to my parents and everyone else!"
However, the young son quickly raised his little fist with a determined look in his eyes.
"Silly child, be safe and sound. As for who you become, your parents will be proud of you."
The father ruffled his son's hair lovingly and encouraged him.
The restaurant was full of joy and everyone's faces were filled with hopeful smiles.
Outside the window, the sun was slowly setting, sprinkling the last bit of blood-red onto the earth.
In the tipsy twilight, a few returning birds flew across the sky, chirping to the south.
Everything is so peaceful and tranquil, as if there will never be sadness and darkness in this world.
however.
They didn't know that at this time, the southern border of Saint-Pierre had been flooded with blood, dyeing the Oberon Canal red.
Thousands of lives perished under the ravages of the demons.
The earth was stained red with blood and the sky was shrouded in mist.
The city fell, homes were shattered, and wailing, crying, and cursing intertwined into a symphony of despair, echoing above the ruins.
In the distance of this hellish city, a figure was still bathing in the blood of countless demons in the northern part of the Honing Empire, blocking most of the demon attacks for the Saint Power Empire.
At this moment, he has lost his former charm.
The once holy and elegant white robe was stained black and red by blood and mud.
The arms holding the scepter were covered with scars, and blood flowed with every swing.
The silver mask had completely shattered, revealing a face that could no longer maintain its disguise.
His horns were an exoskeleton of white jade, but they were full of cracks and dull. His skin was as pale as paper, covered with cracks of varying sizes, like a piece of broken porcelain.
In the deep eye sockets, a pair of emerald green eyes were so bright that they looked like ghost lights.
Blood continued to seep from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and blending with the stains on his body.
The sky above was still gray and dead, and the land was devastated.
"Huh...huh..."
The Pope just stood there.
No one knows how long he struggled in this hell and how many demons he killed.
Their fate had already passed the end and they had turned into the undead.
The body of the living dead is collapsing and rotting bit by bit.
The flesh and blood were blurred beneath the shattered skin, and almost all of the internal organs were shattered.
Every breath was accompanied by heart-wrenching pain.
Even more terrifying is the curse that eats away at the soul.
The rules of the undead side were eroding his will bit by bit, but his remaining sanity told him that he had to continue fighting.
He can't stop.
Every extra spell cast could save hundreds or even thousands of families.
"Be careful, there's an oversized demon over there! It might be above level eight!"
A heart-wrenching cry broke the dead silence of the air.
Following the sound, Lanqi saw a group of figures riding on silver-armored horses.
Silvery armor, gleaming spears, and fluttering flags.
That was the Saint Polante army that came from the north. They were the elite knights who had sworn to follow Pope Saint Polante until death.
Seeing this scene, a surge of hope suddenly surged in Lanqi's heart.
Saint-Polante's front-line troops, here they come.
This means that the first round of offensive on the southern border of Saint-Polent should have been blocked.
But the next second, when he saw the expressions of the elite knights, he understood who the super-sized demon they were talking about was.
"The whole army forms an array!"
"and many more!"
"Why does this demon seem to have reason?"
"What...what is that...?"
"His robes, his ornaments..."
"No, impossible!!"
The knights' eyes widened, their faces filled with disbelief and fear.
They trembled, gasped for air filled with blood, and couldn't even hold the weapons in their hands steadily.
Yes, standing in their sight was the terrifying leader of the demons.
From the accessories he wore, it was clear that he was Pope Saint Polante.
pope?
Devil?
This disaster swept from the Horning Empire to the Holy Empire of Saint Polante overnight. No one knew the cause and effect, and no one knew where the Pope had gone. They only knew that there must be a mysterious driving force behind this disaster of the century.
It was hard to tell whether it was blood or mud. Under the broken skin, a strange red light flickered faintly, as if magma was surging in the body.
Even more terrifying are his eyes.
Those eyes that were once as gentle as jade now glowed with a creepy green light, and the deep eye sockets were like two dark abysses that seemed to suck the human soul in.
How could this be their beloved Pope? He was clearly the most terrifying monster!
“Quickly…quickly step back…!”
The Knights' general shouted tremblingly, his voice almost breaking.
"That's not the Pope... that's a demon... run away..."
The silver-armored knights retreated in panic, their silver spears and lances pointing at Lanci randomly.
A berserk demon will make the original strength skyrocket. If the Pope turns into a demon, everyone will die!
Panic completely enveloped the knights' hearts, destroying their long-held beliefs.
"..."
Looking at all this, the Pope's eyes were filled with a smile of relief.
This is enough.
You don't have to feel guilty towards the Honing Empire. Protect yourself and go kill the demons with confidence. Don't harbor hatred towards the surviving residents of the Honing Empire.