Chapter 659

"Is that...the wrath of God?"

More than two meters long, it looks like a carving of rotten wood. There are branches sticking out from the head of the staff, firmly grasping a magic stone burning with green flames.

That is the "Wrath of God", an ancient wand that can transform anger into magical flames!

Dak had been paying attention to the "Wrath of God" very early on, but he never expected to see it in the hands of the Pope.

But isn't the Pope's staff the Aghanim's staff that can amplify all magic?

There was a trace of doubt in Dark's eyes.

Aghanim's Scepter is an artifact and the status symbol of popes throughout the ages.

When the pope goes out in public, he must hold Aghanim's staff, without exception before.

"It can't be damaged or lost, right?"

Duck couldn't help but think about it.

But when he lowered his head and pondered, Erin's eyes turned to the other carriages.

There were only ten people who followed the Pope. Even if the Pope and the Chief Archbishop were included, the number was only twelve.

Most of them were elderly people, but there were also two young people among them.

The two young people were a man and a woman, but they were not the twin Holy Knights that the Holy Religion was vigorously promoting, but a pair of younger men and women.

Dark didn't know anything about them, but Eve and Irene obviously knew very well.

Seeing that he was interested in that pair of men and women, Eve said, "Those are the only saint son and saint girl selected by the Holy Church from thousands of candidates after the war."

"The only one?" Aurora asked curiously: "Can the saints and saints of the Holy Religion be plural?"

Eve smiled and said: "Didn't I say it before? The contemporary pope was the first son of the Holy Religion before he became the pope. Where there is the first, there is naturally the second.

The Holy Religion has always had many Holy Sons, and the same goes for Holy Women. All candidate saint sons and candidate saint girls who meet the qualifications will have the opportunity to be promoted. And every son and bishop has the qualifications to compete for the pope. "

"Is this actually the structure?"

Duck was also slightly surprised.

He asked curiously: "What about the saints and saints of the past?"

Eve said: "They usually become elders. Of course, some people will become bishops or high priests."

"I see." Dak nodded, "Then let's talk about the information about those two people. I am somewhat interested in them."

Eve said: "If we want to talk about the specific origins of these two people, the Holy Son was promoted from a candidate. He was originally the third son of a small nobleman, and his origins are clear. But the Holy Lady seemed more like she appeared out of thin air. , directly parachute the saint, filling the gap for this generation. "

Duck nodded: "What's more specific."

Eve said: "The name of the holy son is Evan, Evan Pearson. He was born in the west of the kingdom, and his father is a little-known baron.

His age is similar to the young master, but he was born on January 1st. He is also thirteen years old this year. He is studying at the Sacred Mystery Academy and has just entered the second grade. The saint's name is Audrey. "

Duck: "Where's the last name?"

There was something strange in Eve's eyes: "Joan of Arc, Audrey? Joan of Arc, the surname she claims is Joan of Arc!"

Dark said in surprise: "Joan of Arc, isn't she the inherent name of the battlefield saint? Is she the daughter of the battlefield saint?"

"I don't know." Eve shook her head and said, "But she is one year younger than Evan and will only enroll in the Sacred Mystery Academy this year."

Dak considered it: "To be canonized as an official saint before enrolling in school, she must have extraordinary qualities."

Eve said: "We think so too, but the Holy Church has done a good job keeping Audrey's secret. It seems that no one except the Pope and the Chief Archbishop knows her specific origins and extraordinary features."

"After all, it is the church. It always likes to leave some things blank and let people fantasize on their own."

Dak shook his head, his interest in this saintly son and saintly girl only ended there.

Although these two people are his peers, in fact, there is no intersection in terms of living environment or learning path, and they are two people who do not need to pay attention.

As for whether they will have contact when they grow up?

Let’s talk about it then!

Dark Dimon doesn't have such a long-term vision.

Just holding on to the three acres of land you have now is already difficult, right?

He turned his attention back to the projection in the square.

…

The Holy Cult man who got off the carriage did not go to the altar, but instead walked to a carriage in the middle.

There is no difference between this carriage and other carriages from the outside, but if you look carefully, you will find that a dark breath floats out from the gaps in the carriage from time to time.

Pope Francis St. Patrice stopped next to the two unicorns, then slightly raised the "Wrath of God" and pointed it at the carriage.

The two bishops who followed them walked out one after another. Both of them took out their wands at the same time, pointed at the carriage and chanted incantations.

A moment later, the solidified spell turned into two chains, directly penetrating the car door and piercing into the car.

Then there was the sound of an organic ring, and a sacred magic circle appeared on the top of the carriage, but the four walls bloomed outward like petals, revealing the scene inside the carriage.

At this moment, the crowd outside St. Louis Square suddenly burst into exclamations.

People whose emotions became easily fluctuated under the influence of the barrier fully expressed their inner surprise and panic.

Even in the living room of the Duke's Mansion, Duck still felt the chaos.

His eyes were solemn, and he was also staring at the carriage.

Chains of light exuding a sacred aura were crossed and tied together, and the tall man bound in them sat cross-legged. His dark skin exuded a luster that didn't look like a dead person at all, and his messy long black hair was hanging down, covering his filthy eyes. face.

The devil's horns protruding from both sides of the head are like sheep's horns, and the black wings curled up behind are standard bat wings.

Although he has never seen the true face of the Demon King.

But no matter who sees this scene, they will subconsciously think that this is the devil.

——This corpse exudes such aura!

"Is this the Demon King?"

Dak completely restrained his laughter and laughter, and looked serious at this time.

Things finally developed to the point where they are now. Although he was not the leader, his role in it was also a top priority.

Until the future is written, he won't be sure whether what he did is correct.

Nothing is settled yet.

Everything is possible.

Just like the corpse in front of you, it can be alive or dead until no one confirms that it is dead.

The two bishops raised their wands high, created more chains of light, further bound the devil's body, and then lifted it up in the air.

"Bring it with you."

The pope's voice was calm but powerful.

The two bishops carried the devil's body to the altar.

The Pope walked in front holding the "Wrath of God".

After a while, the group of people all arrived at the altar.

The two bishops waved their magic wands and moved the devil's body to the center of the altar.

Archbishop Norris nodded at the oncoming pope, and the first and second leaders of the two holy sects took action quickly after only making eye contact.

This time in the "Devil King's Execution Ceremony", they didn't want to do too much superficiality.

Even the scholar Abel Yerkes, who was used to confuse the audience in the first place, did not bring it.

They just want to follow the plan step by step, and then let those who like reading comprehension interpret it themselves.

The eight bishops except Holy Son Evan Pearson and Saint Audrey Joan of Arc followed the instructions and walked to the eight corners of the altar, and then each drew a magic card and activated it at the same time.

The sacred light that lit up from the magic card shot directly at the gems on the eight corners of the altar. The eight gems instantly burst out with dazzling white light, and then quickly condensed into a straight upward beam of light.

Eight pillars of light go straight up into the sky, with a majestic aura.

Archbishop Norris stretched out his hand, and the chains of light on the Demon King's body suddenly opened. The tips of the eight chains shot at the eight light pillars, wrapping around them like dragons and snakes.

As the eight chains gradually tightened, the demon king's body gradually floated into the air.

The archbishop also drew a magic card, activated it and shined it on the corpse. Immediately, two magic circles appeared above and below the corpse.

The Pope himself just stood in front holding the "Wrath of God", showing the majestic side of the Holy Religion to the onlookers.

The saint son and saint girl were like golden boys and girls, standing on the left and right behind him respectively.

Evan Pearson, the Holy Son, has thick brown curly hair, handsome features, a thin figure, and a cold face - but it can be seen that he is actually a little nervous.

After all, it was the first time to attend such a grand occasion, and it was very rare that Evan did not wet his pants on the spot.

But the saint Audrey Joan of Arc beside him didn't show any nervousness at all.

Audrey has long golden hair like the sun, her skin is so fair that she is pathologically fair, her facial features are not childlike at all, and her eyes are as bright as rubies.

Blonde hair and red eyes, this is not common.

Audrey was like a beautiful doll, with an expressionless face and no emotion. It seemed that everything happening around her had nothing to do with her.

When people were unknowingly attracted by the combination of these three people, a huge magic circle suddenly lit up on the altar, and a large cross made of silver slowly emerged.

The aura emanating from the cross instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Just staring at it makes you feel like your whole body has been washed.

When people came to their senses, the devil's body had been tied to the cross!

Its arms were stretched straight apart, its feet were seamlessly placed together, and its ferocious head was lowered, letting its long black hair fall naturally.

Holy white light shines on it, and black smoke keeps rising.

Above the head, the scorching sun was emitting blazing light.

Under the scorching sun, the temperature of the square continued to rise.

…

It was less than half an hour before noon, and everything was ready.

Archbishop Norris walked to the Pope's side, stood a little later, and communicated with him in a low voice.

The Pope looked forward and moved his lips slightly: "How many more are there?"

The archbishop whispered: "Two."

Pope: "Then wait."

After he finished speaking, he stood there like a statue.

…

The demon king's corpse, which was tied to the silver cross, gradually rose up, and countless eyes focused on it.

People who recalled the cruelty of the war gradually lost control. I don't know who started, and curses poured out like rain. Some people even thought about their grief and cried in their arms.

But among them, there were also people with anxiety in their eyes.

The Holy Cult's defense is too tight.

The bronze-armored paladin, the silver-armored paladin and the golden-armored paladin formed three layers of unbreakable defense.

In the innermost part, the most powerful pope of the Holy Church was guarding it personally.

Those remnants of the demon clan who wanted to act according to the situation felt cold hands and feet, and had no idea where to start.

Even if a moth flies into a flame, there must be a path for the moth to get close to the flame.

…

Suddenly, the outermost bronze-armored paladins seemed to have received an order and began to shrink the formation.

They shrank inward from the edge of St. Louis Square, and in a blink of an eye, half of the square was vacated.

People who were completely out of control followed the empty path and rushed forward, occupying all the empty spaces in an instant.

At a closer distance, they looked up at the demon king tied to the silver cross, his face gradually becoming hideous, wishing to eat his flesh alive, drink his blood, pull out his tendons, and grind his bones to ashes!

On the altar.