The King of Special Warfare The King of Special Warfare Chapter 393

Chapter 393 Coronation · Holy Punishment Gun

Although the Holy Land was small, it was a world-famous ever-bright city.

Regardless of wind, frost, rain, or snow, it was a pure land without darkness.

When the sun faded, the soft light replaced the night right away. The white light shone in every corner of the Holy Land, and the churches and the Holy Palace in the Holy Land were more brilliant in the light.

The Pope was still sitting in the study of the Holy Palace, quietly flipping through the heretical roster.

The roster was much thinner, but the contents were still rich. Not all the names and information recorded in the roster were masters of Martial Arts in the Dark World. There were also some wealthy patriarchs who were powerful in their separate area, and core members, politicians, terrorists, important figures in other religions, and even ordinary people.

The influence of heresy in the eyes of the Vatican was never distinguished by force. From the standpoint of faith, heresy could be as small as a public statement or as large as a certain practice.

Heresy had to be in the heresy roster.

The heresy in the roster had to be purified!

The Pope quietly flipped through the roster. The light in the room fell on him. His figure was mysterious and majestic.

The heresy roster had been turned to the last page.

On the cover of the last page was a row of ancient quotes written in Latin.

It was like stating the cruelest fact.

“He who betrays the glory of the Lord is guilty of heresy.”

As the Pope stared deeply at this sentence, his eyes were pure and devout.

Someone crossed the road of the palace to the deepest study silently.

The study door was open.

The lights inside and outside the study intertwined in front of the door.

A figure stood silently at the door, looking at the Pope in the study.

The light in the study seemed eternal. The ancient deity statue with a cross on its back stood silently. The old man sat in front of the stone statue, stared down at the book in his hand, and became motionless.

This picture of this scene was extremely real, with a near-solidified dignity and silence.

The one at the door was a little hesitant and seemed to hesitate about whether or not to go in.

It was a mysterious woman, who was enough to bring endless reveries to anyone, mysterious and sacred.

She was undoubtedly beautiful, but this beauty was not amazing. It was an obsession that people could not help wanting to get close to. She was tall and had a slender figure. A loose white robe enveloped her figure. His unprecedentedly beautiful face was covered by hazy gauze. In the intertwined light and shadow, she had only a pair of dark blue eyes and long golden hair exposed outside, but with an intoxicating charm.

This charm was so mysterious and holy; it was pure beauty. She did not need to be seen by people, for just a pair of eyes with magic power could make people crazy for her.

She stood in front of the door, like a bright moon in the sky covered by lights, bright and soft.

The Pope still sat there, staring down at the roster in his hand.

He did not move at all, but the sound of flipping pages suddenly resounded in the study.

There was only the Pope in the empty study.

But at this time, it seemed that there were countless people turning the pages in the book, quickly or slowly, lightly or heavily. The sound of the paper turning was slight and messy, making people dizzy.

“You found me,” the woman covered by a white robe and light cloth softly said.

Her voice was elegant and sweet, with a very kind affinity.

“It's you who didn't find me.”

The light in the study seemed to shake quietly.

The study was still the study.

The Pope was still sitting there.

But another Pope appeared abruptly in front of the bookshelf in the study. He lowered his head and gently read a thick Bible in his hand.

“Angel, your heart is chaotic. Can you tell me why?”

The Pope looked down at the Bible and spoke softly.

Angel.

In the European Holy Land, there was only one Angel. She did not have a surname. In the hearts of more than one billion Vatican believers, she was bathed in the glory of God and was a child of God.

The Holy Virgin of the Vatican.

St. Angel.

In the Vatican, her status could be said to be second only to the Pope, and even above the major Red Dress cardinals.

“No.”

The Holy Virgin Angel shook her head and her voice sounded a little sad. “I just thought of the chaos in Eastern Europe, so many innocent people…”

“I'm praying for the people in Eastern Europe.”

The light was slightly distorted.

The Pope in the chair was still staring down.

The Pope in front of the bookshelf was still flipping through the book.

In front of the statue, another Pope suddenly appeared.

He knelt in front of the statue and made the sign of the cross. He said in a deep and distant tone, “There will always be darkness and blood wherever heretics and heathens gather. God says, 'I allow darkness to exist. But darkness can never be above light'.”

The Pope stood up. He looked at the Holy Virgin Angel and said meaningfully, “Who would cherish the light without experiencing darkness?”

The Holy Virgin was silent.

It was a long time before she entered the study and whispered, “I will remember your teachings.”

In the study, the three Popes with different postures still made their same movements—gazing, reading, and meditating. They were lifelike and hard to distinguish between real and unreal.

“What is heresy?” the Pope softly asked after pondering for a moment.

Angel was stunned and replied almost instinctively, “One who betrays the glory of the Lord is guilty of heresy.”

“Some people shout the name of the Lord, but choose a different direction from the Lord. They will go to hell and their ending must echo their behavior.”

The Pope's voice was still gentle and kind, but his figure was extremely indifferent in front of the God statue.

“All should be tried.”

Angel bowed slightly and said calmly, “All should be tried.”

“Go to Eastern Europe.”

The Pope said, “Angel, bring your Holy Punishment Priest. Cooperate with the sanction samurai of Aresis to purify the darkness there. Sprinkle the light of the Lord in all corners of Eastern Europe. Heresy requires trial. Those who pervert the glory of the Lord should also be tried.”

“It is my responsibility,” Angel said quietly.

The structure inside the Vatican was simple and clear.

The bishop team who often appeared in front of the world were headed by the Red Dress cardinals. The chief bishop, the diocesan bishop, the big bishop, the bishop, and the priest were all members of the bishop team. They were in charge of the Vatican's routine operations, stabilized the believers' belief, listened to believers' prayers, and solved their confusion.

The second was the Holy Army Disarmament Corps of the Vatican, headed by Saint War Angel and Aresis who ranked third on the Divine List worldwide. Its main responsibility was to maintain the majesty and glory of the Vatican. The main duty of trial heresy was to fight. The elite forces selected from more than one billion believers in the world were also cults in the Vatican. Most of them were not stationed in the Holy Land, but scattered all over the world. Where there was a cross, there was Holy Disarmament Corps.

Then here were the most mysterious Holy Punishment Priest Group and the arbitration meetings.

The Holy Punishment Priest Group was directly under the leadership of the Holy Virgin, responsible for spreading the glory of the Vatican, guiding faith, and conducting punishment and redemption.

The arbitration meeting was an intelligence and assassination agency. In the decisive battle of Heaven Capital more than three years ago, after the death of the Vatican Killing Angel Aldak at the hands of Li Tianlan, the arbitration meeting had always been managed by the Holy Virgin.

The Pope controlled everything in the Vatican.

In simple terms, the Holy Disarmament Corps were responsible for fighting, and the Holy Punishment Priest was responsible for brainwashing.

Spreading the glory of the Lord in any corner of Eastern Europe was the duty of the Holy Virgin Angel. It was the most important duty.

“Don't let me down, Angel.”

The Pope whispered, “The dioceses of Eastern Europe are very important. I am tired of the arguments that have lasted for many years. Those pagans do not understand the glory of the Lord at all. They have blasphemed the cross, and they should go to hell with Eastern heretics.”

“Yes, Your Holiness.”

Angel's voice was soft and sweet, but she thought of Eastern Europe in her mind.

The religion in Eastern Europe was not complicated.

Even in the eyes of many non-religious people, Eastern European religion was nothing more than a branch of the Vatican.

Many non-believers referred to the Vatican in the Holy Land as the Catholic Church and Eastern European religion as the Eastern Church. The Catholic Church was dominated by the Pope, the only spokesperson of God in the world. It is the largest religion in the world today.

The ruler of the Eastern religion was the Patriarch.

Looking at Europe from the perspective of religious beliefs, the most important or even the only difference between Eastern Europe and Western Europe was that Eastern Europeans believed in Eastern religion and Western Europeans believed in Catholicism. This statement might not be absolutely correct, but most of it is extremely correct.

Eastern Europe was now in turmoil. More than a dozen countries were in chaos and each of them had its own secret plan. The major forces of the Dark World were about to take action. Under the turmoil of society, Eastern religion had to be involved. In that chaotic situation, if Eastern religion collapsed, Catholicism would sweep Eastern Europe as soon as possible.

Once the Diocese of Eastern Europe was established, the power of the Vatican would expand again and could even try to re-establish the Great East Asia Parish that they had intended to establish on the East Island more than three years ago.

The establishment of each diocese represented the expansion of the glory of the Lord and also represented infinite interests and power.

Eastern Europe was chaotic.

But the Vatican liked Eastern Europe now.

So they would get even more chaotic next.

There were numerous factors of instability, contention for interests, entanglement of grievances, conflict of beliefs, political differences…

There would be wars there, the most complex ones.

Angel did not know how long the Pope had been staring at Eastern Europe. But she was sure that this time, Samsara Palace was not the only superpower that chose to cooperate with the Vatican.

So the chaos in Eastern Europe might end up with an unexpected result.

Angel was a little confused in her heart, but the whole person laughed softly.

She went to the Pope, who was sitting in a chair and staring down, and took the book of heretics from his hands.

She stared down at the roster that was on the end page and looked at the summary.

“He who betrays the glory of the Lord is guilty of heresy.”

The page next to the last page in the roster was not blank.

There was also a name there, in both Chinese and English.

In the Pope's heart, that was also a heresy, but little information was available.

Angel saw a somewhat weird and hard-spoken name.

Dongcheng Rushi.

Angel blinked and glanced at the life-like Pope sitting in a chair.

The three Popes were doing different things.

She did not know which was real and which was unreal.

She also did not know whether the Pope was just staring at the summary of the last page of the book or words of Dongcheng Rushi.

Angel thought quietly.

She was good at thinking, so she looked focused.

The lights in the study flickered.

Angel's shadow was reflected on the wall, very slender.

“I hate shadows.”

The Pope suddenly said, “Because it is darkness. Darkness is sin.”

His voice was calm and firm.

Angel's eyes changed quietly.

She looked up and stared at the Pope. “But shadows always exist, don't they?”

“Of course not.”

The Pope smiled.

He moved his body.

The light fell on him. Then there was no shadow under his feet.

Angel's shadow on the wall also began to fade.

Only light remained in the study.

“That would be much better, wouldn't it?” the Pope said with a smile.

“This is deception.”

Angel looked at the Pope.

Everyone knew that the Pope did not understand Martial Arts. But few people knew that in the spiritual realm, the Pope was an absolute guru. As a god in the hearts of more than a billion believers, the Pope could not find an opponent in the spiritual realm. It showed his absolutely strong will and meant that he was the most terrifying hypnotist in the world. He could not find an opponent at all.

The Holy Palace, the holy church, and even the entire Holy Land could be considered the home of the Pope.

The Pope did not want Angel to see her own shadow, so the Holy Virgin Angel could not see it.

Just like the three Popes before her, the virgin, who was also a master of the spiritual realm, could not distinguish them.

“No.”

The Pope whispered, “This is faith. Only light is the most sacred material—darkness is not, nor is shadow.”

“But the shadows actually exist.”

Angel rarely showed such persistence.

“They do exist.”

The Pope looked at Angel thoughtfully. “I allow the shadow to exist in the light of the Lord, although I don't want to see it. But the shadow that the light of the Lord cannot shine is degenerate and should be purified.”

Angel's face suddenly turned pale.

“The arbitration meeting still lacks one most suitable candidate,” the Pope said suddenly.

Angel's slim body slightly trembled as she lowered her head and showed unprecedented respect. “I know what to do.”

An ancient bell rang suddenly in the Holy Palace.

The sounds of the bell were round and full, spreading throughout the Holy Land.

The light in the Holy Land grew brighter.

A tall figure wearing a guard's armor entered the study.

“It's time to be crowned.”

The Pope said, “Angel, you should go back and prepare.”

“Your Majesty, I accept your crown. But I still object to cooperation with heresy.”

The guard came in, took off his helmet, and revealed his face that was well-known in the Dark World.

Third place on the world's Divine List, Saint War Angel of the Vatican, St. Aresis.

“I allow darkness to come close because we are the Lord's servants. When the heresy is redeemed, darkness will completely dissipate. Aresis, you must understand that all sins are distorted and polluted glories.”

In the study, the three lifelike Pope figures began to disappear.

The Pope with the scepter walked down from the second floor of the study.

He was in a white robe, but the scepter in his hand was scarlet.

Aresis looked at the scarlet scepter in the Pope's hand. There was a flash of obsession in his eyes.

That was the obsession with absolute power.

“Be humble before the god statue,” the Pope said.

Aresis knelt down respectfully.

When he saw the scarlet scepter in the hands of the Pope, he understood the content of the coronation.

Coronation·Holy Punishment Gun

There was a rumor in the Dark World.

There were always the bravest and most fearless warriors around the Pope, even if they were only ordinary people.

There was nothing wrong with such a rumor.

The secret was coronation.

In the realm of will and spirit, the Pope was the well-deserved absolute master.

The so-called coronation was the craziest fighting will that the Pope gave to his warriors.

It was a very sober but hypnotic state, which could maximize the full potential of a person.

Aresis was second on the Divine List before, and now was third.

The Holy Punishment Gun was the most severe fighting will in all coronations.

Aresis, who was crowned with the Holy Punishment Gun, was the true Aresis and deserved second place on the former Divine List.

Angel looked at this quietly.

The scene in the study gradually became blurred.

Angel looked up somewhat blankly.

Then she realized that before she knew it, she was standing in the doorway of the study.

The sound of the pages turning was still in her ears.

In the study in her eyes, the Pope sat in a chair and stared at the book in his hands.

A soft, quiet voice sounded.

It was like a repeat of before.

“Angel, your heart is chaotic. Can you tell me why?”

The lights were still on.

The Pope did not look up.

There was no Aresis before the god statue.

Everything was so serene and peaceful.

An inexplicable coldness and fear emerged from Angel's heart, instantly occupying all her consciousness.

She did not know if she had entered the study just now.

She did not know if everything she had just seen was real.

She also did not know if everything she could see right now was true.

She even did not know if Aresis was in the study now.

But she could not see him.

The Pope always only let others see what he wanted others to see.

Angel felt very terrified in her heart.

She shook her head in a panic, and quickly left the study after saluting.

The Pope's figure was still sitting in the chair, gazing at the roster in his hand. A smile appeared in the corner of his mouth under the light.

There was no shadow in front of him.

Angel walked quickly out of the Holy Palace.

Her heart was beating madly.

After leaving the study deep in the Holy Palace, she became increasingly frightened instead of being relaxed.

Because her memories were dissipating.

Everything in the study that she could not be sure of was just beginning to disappear in her mind.

She did not want to forget, but she could not control her thinking.

Only a few words of the Pope remained in her mind.

She remembered that the Pope asked her to lead the Holy Punishment Priest to Eastern Europe to assist Aresis.

As for the other things…

She did not remember.

She was not even sure if she had said something that she wanted to say and never dared to say in the study. She was not sure if the Pope knew her inner secret.

The gate of the Holy Palace was already behind.

The guards on the street saw the Holy Virgin and saluted her respectfully.

Angel crossed the street in the most graceful manner and entered the Holy Church opposite the Holy Palace.

A thin figure wearing a guard's armor stood in the darkness of the church, facing the god statue. He never knelt or prayed, as if he was waiting.

Some footsteps sounded.

The guard turned his head and smiled lightly. “Beautiful Holy Virgin, you are finally here. I knew that you would definitely come here after seeing the old guy. This is your habit.”

The guard took off his helmet and showed his face.

His smile was eager, but extremely hypocritical.

Angel was restless.

The guard was not wrong. Every time she saw the Pope, she had a kind of inner fear. So she appeared here to pray the first time to eliminate all the negative emotions in her heart.

But at this time, she did not expect that someone in the Holy Church would be waiting for her.

She surely did not expect that the person waiting for her would be the one who should not even be here at this time.

“Mellad?”

Angel's clear blue pupils gradually showed a touch of coldness.

Her tone was a little low. “You should be praying now and ready to receive the crown of His Holiness the Pope!”

It was not just Aresis who was honored to be crowned.

Mellad, who was also the undersecretary of the Holy Disarmament Corps, was also counted.

He broke into the Invincible Realm one year ago, and the news had not been made public yet. This time when he was crowned by the Pope, his combatting power would soar by one level again.

Mellad looked at Angel.

His smile was still full of hypocrisy.

“Are you sure what you are seeing now is real?”

Mellad said with a smile, “Do you remember how you left the Holy Palace? Where are you now?”

Angel suddenly shuddered all over.

But she calmed down immediately.

She remembered how she had left the Holy Palace.

She also remembered that she was in the Holy Church.

There was no deviation in her memory, so everything in front of her was real.

“How dare you!” Angel coldly said.

“You get excited too easily.”

Mellad whispered, “As the noblest Holy Virgin, you should keep quiet and be patient enough in any case.”

His eyes gradually became naked and fiery. He seemed to want to tear Angel's clothes and veil with his eyes.

“You should pray sincerely before the crown of His Holiness the Pope. It is blasphemy to disobey His Holiness's will,” Angel coldly said.

“So Your Highness Holy Virgin will proclaim me a heretic in the next sentence?” Mellad said with a light smile.

Angel stepped back subconsciously, condensing her voice. “Who the hell are you?”

“I'm Mellad.”

Mellad chuckled softly and said, “Now… I'm just a regular guard who wants to make a deal with you.”

“You are worthy of trading with me?”

Angel sneered and said, “I am the Holy Virgin of the Vatican!”

“If you are going to Eastern Europe, then I am qualified to trade with you.”

Mellad calmly said, “For example, I can keep a shadow for you. Ah, look at me; I have forgotten that Your Highness Holy Virgin does not even have a surname. It's pitiful. I think there is a surname in the ancient East that is right for you. Do you think… Situ… How about this surname?”

Mellad's smile was a little weird, but his eyes were very serious.

Angel's body suddenly became stiff.

She stared at the Deputy Commander of the Holy Disarmament Corps in front of her. Her quiet blue eyes were almost spitting fire at this moment.

“What do you want?!” Angel coldly asked.

A touch of killing intent appeared in her eyes, but the whole person was still holy and mysterious.

“I want a lot.

“I need you first to accompany me to see a distinguished guest from afar,” said Mellad with a laugh.

“Why should I go?”

Angel forced herself to calm down.

“Because your identity is noble enough.”

Mellad seriously said, “I might die without you, but I don't want to die.”

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