Chapter 1182

Holy Cross Church, gloven cathedral.

This holy center, which has been handed down for hundreds of years and has a longer history than the dome of heaven and the capital of Golovin, is a place to save the world, ascend to heaven and purify the soul; At this moment, it has become the closest place in the world to "hell".

It is clearly a place to pray for the world and save the world, but it has become the only place in the imperial capital that does not have to worry about being broken by demons and turning into ruins; The strong parapet, the towering dome and the Golovin Hill 300 meters above the ground keep the cathedral safe from those terrible corpse demons and evil gods.

All this is out of the ambition and "compassion" of an evil god.

Serene silence becomes silent irony;

Sacred solemnity, as if in constant ridicule.

The old bishop of innoson knelt down in front of the statue of the Holy Cross. The golden red Bishop's robe wrapped his already overburdened body like a velvet quilt. His trembling hands could not even hold the pendant tightly. His throat full of phlegm and mouth with no teeth could no longer recite hymns.

He just lay down under the huge sculpture and tried his last strength to keep himself alive.

Can't die, can't die.

I... innosen... Haven't completed his majesty Eckhart's mission, and I... haven't reached the time to set myself free.

Your majesty... The one who saved himself from the bottom, became an archbishop step by step, let himself run the Vatican, and even entrusted him with real power, and really penetrated into the future

Never... Live up to his expectations!

"Ha... Ha... Ha..."

The breathless innocent was dying.

"Bang --!"

With a loud noise, the temple door was smashed open from the outside.

Boom... Boom... Boom

The cold wind penetrating the temple was mixed with dull and continuous thunder.

The wind roared, and the dying Archbishop suddenly felt a shock, and his trembling palm pressed on his chest.

Like the actual force of emptiness, it is eroding his body with the penetrating wind.

"Ah... Ah..."

The trembling Archbishop Innocenti, with his desperately growing mouth, made a painful groan - the cold void force was raging in his body, like tearing up every bone and flesh

"Pa... Pa... Pa..."

Deep into the pain of bone marrow, the sound of clear footsteps sounded in his ears in a trance.

The old man with big eyes looked at his back as if he were looking at the most terrible thing in the world.

A familiar figure, dressed in ragged priest robes, walked barefoot to himself in the temple.

Francis... No.

It's the "black cross" in a fascist bag, serliol.

Innocent knew it was caused by him - His Majesty Eckhart knew that serliol was likely to lurk in eboden city. Once eboden's nine pointed star Holy Grail appeared, it was likely to expose the black cross and let this terrible enemy enter the light from the dark, but the result

He not only hurt the young priest, but also created the "prophecy" he desperately wanted to stop.

"Ah ah..."

The groans of pain are mixed with emotions beyond physical and mental pain - remorse and regret.

If it were not for his own initiative, his Majesty would have had more time to prepare and layout. How could it evolve into today's scene?!

If not myself... If... If not myself

"Interesting."

At the moment when the cold voice sounded, the trembling Archbishop of innocent finally couldn't support it, convulsed and knelt to the ground, and the pus mixed with blood gushed out of his growing mouth.

The already decaying body has been tortured and distorted by the force of emptiness, and has already collapsed, leaving only the empty shell on the surface.

"Clearly claiming to be the humble servant of the Holy Cross, the words and deeds of the Holy Cross in the world represent the existence of the Holy Cross..."

As serliol approached step by step, a sarcastic sneer was spreading around his mouth:

"In fact, it's another human dog, hiding everyone and faithfully executing every command of him - it's so interesting. The 'inconsistency between the outside and the inside' of your material world is really so interesting."

"No wonder... Asriel is so obsessed with you that he repeats his ridiculous and meaningless game of playing with people's hearts without boredom."

"Even I can feel the irony - tell me, if those devout believers know that their religious leaders don't believe in the Holy Cross at all, but the emperor's most loyal servant, all they have done over the years is just confusing their illusion, in order to better serve the Emperor... What would they think?"

"Innocent... Archbishop?"

The voice of cold ridicule is like the whisper of the devil.

Innosen, lying on the ground, convulsed, desperately raised his eyes and stared at the figure walking towards him.

"The Holy Cross?"

He couldn't stop panting and said weakly, "what is that - the Wizards of the Dragon kingdom are just shackles left to the Empire and the world, and deserve faith and worship?"

"An intruder who was born in the void for the purpose of enslaving the world and does not even belong to this world... The invader of another world is also qualified to... Become the belief of the Empire?!"

"No! It doesn't have the qualification, it... You... You! You invaders from another world, don't have the qualification, don't!"

Innosen, who tried his last breath of life, roared at the God who despised him.

"Only... Your majesty, your majesty Eckhart de sallion, who really understands and has insight into the world, has the power to bring the world to a better future."

"He is the one who is truly qualified and capable of ruling the world, and is qualified to become the belief of all imperial people and even the whole world; he... Should be crowned God!"

"Not you... You damn invaders! Cough! Cough..."

He coughed violently and innoson was dying.

I can't die... I can't die

Until your Majesty's plan succeeds, i... innosen... Can't fall!

"Ah ah...!!"

Paralyzed on the ground, Archbishop innocent screamed, and pus mixed with blood gushed from his mouth.

Even so, the burning eyes still showed no sign of extinction; The dying body burst out amazing vitality, supporting him to continue to live. He turned his fragile body into an iron wall and stood in front of the black cross.

We must stop him, stop seryol... Before your Majesty's plan succeeds, we must stop seryol... From approaching the nine pointed star grail!

Never, let him get the nine pointed star Holy Grail!

"Stop me?"

Looking down at the dying figure, the pupil of serliol reflected the struggling eyes of innocent.

"Huh?"

The deadwood palm gripped his ankle.

The light of amazement flashed from serlior's face - it was not that the other party dared to resist himself, but that the body had been eroded by the power of emptiness, and could still move?

Mingming has been completely eroded, leaving only a shell, and can continue to fulfill his will... The resistance of the material world is amazing.

No, it's not so. It's not that the scum is tenacious enough, but that it doesn't calculate the time - even if it is completely eroded, it takes time to completely destroy it.

This is the law of the material world. The change of everything takes time - birth, growth, corruption, death... Everything follows this cycle.

Even the forces of emptiness that invade the world must obey this law.

Serliol's face showed a creepy smile.

It's not a scornful, sarcastic sneer... But a naive, pure and curious... Sincere expression that seems to appear only when children come into contact with the world for the first time.

Black cross serlio, master and adapt to the basic laws of the world bit by bit!

Poof——

The black fog rolled up, swept past serliol's ankle, clenched his palm and disappeared.

There was only one bleeding wound left.

"Ah ah...!!"

Staring at the missing palm, innocent screamed.

Serliol is very satisfied.

He doesn't care... No, he should be happy that some stupid people will stand up and stop him before he gets everything he wants; Dragon Kingdom, dragon, evil gods, Holy Cross, human beings... All, everything, and even the whole world are fighting desperately and tenaciously against themselves.

These worthless revolts give the whole thing unparalleled value - their negation, desperate tenacity, worthless dying struggle... Prove what they want to do means to them, to the world and to themselves!

Value... This word, which can not be understood in the void, was really understood by him only after the will of fascism was integrated with serliol.

I, black cross celior, what I do is not just to complete my personal sublimation and escape the shackles of the two worlds; My career is valuable and meaningful; My achievements will bring change to the world.

Against my existence, the more they don't understand, the more they resist, the more they prove that they surpass their thoughts and that what they do is correct, which is not allowed by their existence in the old world... The dawn of the new world!

At this moment

"Huh?"

Let go of the Archbishop innocent, who had become a mass of rotten meat. Serliol, with a slight frown, turned his eyes behind him and looked at the voice coming towards him in amazement.

"You..."

"Eckhart de sallion... My name."

In the shadow, the figure stepped out with a slow attitude and looked at serlior with the eyes of a king overlooking his subjects: "if you really need to know."

Eckhart desallion... Serliol's expression was a little ugly, and his eyes twinkled with cold light.

"No, you're not. Eckhart de sallion is dead... Killed by himself."

Serlior said coldly that he could not be more convinced of this.

From the moment this "living dead" appears, he can feel the very familiar power from each other. It once originated from himself, but now it has become the power to block the obstacles in front of him.

"You are just a man who is resurrected by the power of the nine pointed star Holy Grail and the power of the old Scripture of the Holy Cross..."

"Empty shell!"

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"They... Should have arrived in the imperial capital?"

On the silent Bank of the gem River, Asriel murmured in a low voice in the face of the endless river, with an undisguised smile: "maybe he has begun to fight with the enemy."

"Thousands of rotten corpse demons, ferocious and terrible evil god bodies, rampant void power... There are many, many traps laid by black cross serliol to stop others from hindering him..."

"It must be dangerous step by step and crisis everywhere?"

"They know, they know... But they still went and stepped into the enemy's base camp without hesitation, so that dear Loren could win a glimmer of vitality in the decisive battle."

The unmoved black haired wizard looked calmly at the end of the horizon.

"And dear Lauren, I put all my hope on them - if anyone else would pay a little attention, at least they would feel nervous and uneasy, right?"

"After all, it's a war about world ownership. The winner takes all, and the loser has nothing. Under such circumstances, he can still trust his close friends so much... Ah, it's worthy of Asriel's fancy at the first sight..."

"Will they come?" Lauren interrupted.

"It will."

With a faint smile, Asriel looked at the black haired Wizard: "for these survivors of the previous era... Dear Loren, you are the only hope that they can continue to live; because in any case, serliol will not let them exist."

"The day when the black cross hangs high in the sky is the day when the Dragon perishes."

At this time, a cold wind rolled up from the river and gently brushed them by their sides.

Loren and Asriel, who were aware of something, looked at each other and turned their eyes to the other side of the gem river at the same time; On the river like a mirror, waves were thrown up in the cold wind.

Next second, huge waves rise again and again!

Hoo Hoo Hoo——

Hoo Hoo Hoo——

The strong wind is like thousands of shouts, heavy hammers and drums, echoing in the air for a long time.

"Dong --------------!!"

The earth shakes and the sound is determined.

The smoke and dust are rolled up with the air wave and spread around, patting the surging waves back to the river.

Smiling Loren and the blonde looked up at the huge shadow falling from the sky.

It was a pair of amber as pure as a mirror, inlaid on the upright and slender body, which made people look up and marvel.

The silver gray scales all over the body are still shining and dazzling even in the black smoke with only stars shining; There is only one dragon with this scale in the world.

The Lord of Jufeng mountain, the longest living beast in the world, the sworn enemy of black cross and evil gods

Silver dragon, Enzo.