Chapter 551 The Lord of the Sky Arrives
The Tiber River surged in the dark, like a giant python wrapped in black silk. The river water overflowed the mottled Latin inscriptions on the piers of the Augustus Bridge, turning the history of two thousand years ago into vague whispers.
The stone railings along the river bank were covered with water droplets, reflecting the street lights on the roadside, as if the ancient Roman gods had sprinkled gold foil on the edge of the night, which was then knocked down by the rain onto the cold stone surface.
The bells of the Papal States startled the debauchery of Florence, and beautifully dressed men and women ran out into the streets in surprise. Just like when Marston heard the bells, the bells had a different meaning, which was to inform them to immediately go to the nearest church for refuge.
Countless people were surprised by this. Although they all knew about the evacuation alarm, no one had ever used it. No disaster had ever befallen Florence, let alone an invasion.
After all, this is Florence, a city blessed by God.
The doors of the church were all opened, and the bishop in charge came out in surprise. He was awakened by a phone call from the Papal Palace. The Holy See ordered everyone in an extremely serious voice that Florence was now in a state of emergency.
All people took refuge in the nearest church in accordance with religious law.
But this is not the end. At the moment the bell rang, the piercing alarm bells also rang throughout the city. People who were not aware of the situation thought that this was the bell urging them to take refuge in the church. However, those who were aware of the situation were looking at the direction where the alarm bells were ringing with grim expressions.
The alarm of the coming sacred disaster came from the Papal Palace, and at the same moment the bell rang, the entire Florence became a holy place.
A thunderous sound rang out from the end of the street, and the ferocious chariots looked like giant beasts crawling in the steam. Along with the chariots, there were also Seraphim Cavalry, which had a black paint job different from the Seraphim Knights, and golden holy patterns on their white armor, just like the Pope's white robes.
This is the Pope's Guard, a team dedicated to protecting the Pope's Palace. The knights who can become this guard are the elite among the elite.
Unlike the Blazing Iron Cavalry, which was composed of young boys, this guard was composed of the most experienced knights. From the young age of the officers, it can be seen that the Papal States is a country of young people... at least from the composition of the army and the history of the country, it is indeed the case.
However, this does not mean that the experienced soldiers have lost the opportunity to take the stage. The Pope himself is a father of several children, and he is naturally more willing to trust his peers than the high-spirited young people.
The huge chariots stopped on the street, and soldiers holding muskets came out one after another. They wore special masks, and their appearance was similar to that of the Templar Armored Division, but they were replaced with white and gold paint.
For a moment, all the people who came out of the houses to check the situation felt a little panic, because these soldiers were expelling everyone from the church!
As a country founded on religion, the Papal States has churches instead of shops in its capital, Florence. Otherwise, it would not be able to accommodate the population that has been constantly migrating in the past hundred years.
The cold rain hit the crowded crowd. In theory, everyone living in Florence was a believer of the Messianic Church, and the church was like another home to them.
But the soldiers did not give any explanation, which made them feel somewhat resistant. They stubbornly stayed on the cold and wet streets and refused to enter the warm and bright church.
Normally, the police would find it difficult to deal with such situations, because Florence is a city of the powerful and wealthy, and you never know which family the guy acting arrogantly in front of you might be a young master who sneaked out.
However, these rude and unreasonable actions were powerless in front of the cold fire of the gun. The Pope's Guard was not a police force, but a guard that belonged exclusively to the Pope.
Now that the city is under martial law and the entire Florence has become a holy land, all laws are invalid and the Pope is the only authority.
"…The area has been contained." The soldiers' reports were converted into electric signals and sent back to the Papal Palace. New orders were immediately issued, and all heavy firepower was activated, converging towards the west of Florence and aiming at the horizon.
This absurd order is even more puzzling than driving people to the church, but the difference between experienced soldiers and young people is that they are not curious enough to guess the orders of the Holy See.
The white-haired old man came to the side of the Pope who was issuing orders in an orderly manner. His red vestments revealed his identity. Archbishop Spencer, the most outstanding archbishop in theology among the cardinals.
At the same time, he has another identity: the head of the Papal Office and the most capable and loyal assistant of the Iron-blooded Pope Long Borgia.
In the eyes of many people, Spencer might be the most suitable person to become Pope. His theological attainments convinced everyone, and if he was interested in becoming Pope, all the cardinals would fully support him.
But unexpectedly, he chose to assist the new pope. With his help, the papacy grew larger and larger, eventually reaching a size that the current cardinals could no longer control.
"Received a call back from the Sistine Chapel. The cardinals refuse to leave there," Spencer told the Pope.
The refuge in Florence was not just for citizens. Public officials and even nobles sought refuge in the church at the urging of the army. The cardinals at the top of national power were naturally no exception.
But it was obvious that these old men, who had tasted too much power, would not heed the soldiers' urging.
"Let them be." The Pope said indifferently and stood up to evacuate.
The Apostolic Palace is the largest church in the world, which can accommodate 60,000 people praying at the same time. It is also the safest place in the country. Originally, Florence only had the Apostolic Palace and the surrounding land. This is the literal center of Florence, and the Sistine Chapel stands beside it like a foil.
But now the Pope is going to evacuate the Apostolic Palace because of a phone call from Cesare, no matter how safe it is there, he wants to leave the center of Florence. At the same time, he also said that the enemy might appear from the western sky.
The new limousine was ready. The Pope took off his white cassock, revealing a black robe underneath that was convenient for movement: "To Canterbury Castle."
Director Spencer hesitated for a moment and added, "I just received a call from Canterbury Castle. His Royal Highness Cesar left there alone without telling Princess Adele where he was going."
The Pope paused, then walked out of the room quickly and said, "Let him do whatever he wants, and let the Seraph follow him. A Knight King cannot be without his own knights."
……
The complicated raindrops hit the dark woods, as if countless musicians were composing a grand musical. But the music had already reached its climax, but the protagonist had not yet appeared.
Holding the spear tightly in his hand, Xizel opened his visor, looked up, and let the cold rain hit his pale and cold face.
The sad demon god, the newly born red dragon, was so ferocious that the boy, who only showed his face, looked so delicate. The sound of rain seemed to be crying for him, because his fate was always so rough.
Xizel looked up at the western sky again, but there was still nothing there. He then looked down at the spear in his hand.
The Holy Spear Equipment·Longinus, the strongest and most ferocious spear specially made for Seraphim, was brought out by César. However, the barrel was not filled with dangerous red mercury bombs, but a simple-looking spear.
The devil handed him the spear in some unknown way and asked him to throw it with all his strength at the guy who was about to appear.
The newly born red dragon possessed incredible power, but Xizel still had reservations about whether it could throw this simple spear into the sky.
So he put on the holy spear equipment and ordered it to fire the spear, turning it from a hot weapon with the longest range and the greatest power into a cold weapon that could fire a javelin. If Verola, who lent him the spear, knew about this, she would probably be furious. The latter was the deputy director of the Minerva Agency and, like Franco, was one of his few friends in the city.
Xizel closed his eyes and rested for a while, then looked up at the sky again, as if he was looking up at his own destiny.
In the end, he did not choose to escape from Florence, but chose another plan of the devil - to defeat fate head-on.
Xizel actually didn't know how likely he was to win against that guy. The devil said with regret that after his power awakened, he could no longer take over his body at will.
He himself seems to be chasing that guy at the moment, but although he said that the other party is seriously injured and cannot use his full strength, the latter's explosive speed is obviously beyond their expectations.
We can only guess where it will be when it lands in Florence based on the direction it is moving.
I don't know when the rain stopped, and the night became a little darker. A cold but bright moonlight peeked out from behind the dark clouds. There was silence between heaven and earth, as if the long night had passed.
Xizel suddenly felt a little uneasy because he heard a shrill alarm from afar, which was the alarm of the coming divine disaster.
But this place is very far away from Florence. From here, you can't even see the neon lights of Florence that seem to illuminate the sky. How can you hear the alarm from Florence?
The holy disaster alarm that resounded throughout Florence was sounded artificially by the Papal Palace. Otherwise, many people might not have realized the severity of the crisis.
Bright flames suddenly exploded from the sky, as if someone had lit a firework to celebrate the end of the long night. But César knew very well that no one would light fireworks in this uninhabited wilderness.
It was artillery fire. The chariots coming from Florence were firing at the sky! The sudden alarm was also issued by them!
Césaire immediately looked up at the sky, and the bombardment of artillery fire made the sky as bright as day. At the same time, he and the papal guards who were firing saw a scene that they would probably never forget.
The rain had not actually stopped, but that sacred and gigantic being had occupied the sky, preventing the rain from falling to the ground. There was no moonlight shining through the clouds, but that gigantic being was looking at the land with its golden single eye.
The sound of artillery fire gradually stopped, not because the Pope's Guards' artillery fire could not cause damage to the enemy, but because the soldiers in the chariots gave up the artillery fire.
They vaguely knew what the huge existence in front of them was. The Papal States was a country founded on religion. They preached the existence of God everywhere and called themselves God's agents in the world.
This leads to the fact that no matter where they were born or what their status is, many people in this world believe that God exists. And the existence they just fired at was so sacred, like a visitor from heaven.
Some people in the army were already kneeling on the ground, constantly making the sign of the Holy Cross on their chests, trying to get forgiveness from the divine being in the sky.
But the huge existence in the sky ignored them, and glanced casually, and the elite papal guards turned into bright torches and burned up. Xizel was extremely horrified, this scene was so similar to the encounter with Omega!
The gaze seemed to be looking for something, the red dragon's visor closed quickly, Xizel lifted up the holy spear equipment in front of him and turned around, the huge guy was right above his head!
But soon, he was like a rabbit seen by a lion, unable to move.
The golden gaze was cast towards him, and Xizel also saw the other party's full appearance clearly. The devil did not lie, this guy was indeed in a bad condition, it was like being cut in half by a huge weapon, only half of the body was emitting a faint lightning light.
There was a single golden eye on half of his expressionless face, while the other half of his face, and even half of his body, was made of golden metal.
No mechanic could tolerate such behavior. It was like a piece of unparalleled art that was broken in half, but the repairer simply randomly pinched a shape out of metal and pieced it together.
This added a touch of absurdity to this sacred existence. At the same time, Xizel also discovered that there were some signs of melting on the other party's body.
This was not caused by the bombardment of the Pope's Guards. It seemed impossible for the creatures on earth to harm this celestial being. The only explanation was that this guy had fought with some equal being before coming here.
"You guessed right." The long-lost voice of the devil sounded in my heart.
Lu Mingfei said softly: "My companions caught up with this guy and had a fight with him. Although he was able to escape with a trick in the end, he was severely injured again."
“That is to say…” Xizel’s eyes moved slightly.
"Yes." Lu Mingfei answered for him, "Although this guy looks difficult to deal with, he is actually at the end of his strength. Pick up the gun I gave you and throw it at him!"
Xizel nodded and raised the Holy Spear Armor high. The Spear of Destiny in it - Spear of Longnokis - was emitting a cold light.
"Holy Son who has fallen to the ground, come back to the sky with me!" The huge existence in the sky roared like thunder, as if the Lord of the Sky was bringing down lightning-like punishment on the earth.
Xizel decisively pulled the trigger, and the Spear of Destiny flew out like a meteor, aiming at the opponent's golden one-eye.
Lightning flashed from the sky, and Longnukis's spear pierced straight into the opponent's eyes. The huge being completely stopped moving, and a look of horror appeared in the single eye overflowing with golden blood, as if it couldn't believe that it was defeated.
Xizel couldn't believe that this huge being could be defeated by such a blow.
But soon, he found something wrong. The huge existence shattered, like fragments of a lens falling from the sky, and the spear that could control fate also fell powerlessly.
The golden light once again overflowed from behind the clouds, and the huge and sacred Lord of the Sky cast a golden gaze at the ground, mocking the Son of God who thought he had won the victory by defeating the illusion.
"Go back to the sky." It said softly, but no matter how soft its voice was, it sounded like thunder to the people on the ground.
"So it is..." Suddenly, César seemed to hear the devil's laughter.
But not in his heart, but in his ears. A black-haired boy appeared beside him, with bright golden light in his eyes and a silver sword in his hand, casually slashing at the existence in the sky.
The sword light covered the sky. Lu Mingfei looked towards Xizel and said with a smile: "Why, are you surprised?"
"...A little bit." Xizel answered softly.
The devil didn't lie to him, they were so alike.
(End of this chapter)
The Tiber River surged in the dark, like a giant python wrapped in black silk. The river water overflowed the mottled Latin inscriptions on the piers of the Augustus Bridge, turning the history of two thousand years ago into vague whispers.
The stone railings along the river bank were covered with water droplets, reflecting the street lights on the roadside, as if the ancient Roman gods had sprinkled gold foil on the edge of the night, which was then knocked down by the rain onto the cold stone surface.
The bells of the Papal States startled the debauchery of Florence, and beautifully dressed men and women ran out into the streets in surprise. Just like when Marston heard the bells, the bells had a different meaning, which was to inform them to immediately go to the nearest church for refuge.
Countless people were surprised by this. Although they all knew about the evacuation alarm, no one had ever used it. No disaster had ever befallen Florence, let alone an invasion.
After all, this is Florence, a city blessed by God.
The doors of the church were all opened, and the bishop in charge came out in surprise. He was awakened by a phone call from the Papal Palace. The Holy See ordered everyone in an extremely serious voice that Florence was now in a state of emergency.
All people took refuge in the nearest church in accordance with religious law.
But this is not the end. At the moment the bell rang, the piercing alarm bells also rang throughout the city. People who were not aware of the situation thought that this was the bell urging them to take refuge in the church. However, those who were aware of the situation were looking at the direction where the alarm bells were ringing with grim expressions.
The alarm of the coming sacred disaster came from the Papal Palace, and at the same moment the bell rang, the entire Florence became a holy place.
A thunderous sound rang out from the end of the street, and the ferocious chariots looked like giant beasts crawling in the steam. Along with the chariots, there were also Seraphim Cavalry, which had a black paint job different from the Seraphim Knights, and golden holy patterns on their white armor, just like the Pope's white robes.
This is the Pope's Guard, a team dedicated to protecting the Pope's Palace. The knights who can become this guard are the elite among the elite.
Unlike the Blazing Iron Cavalry, which was composed of young boys, this guard was composed of the most experienced knights. From the young age of the officers, it can be seen that the Papal States is a country of young people... at least from the composition of the army and the history of the country, it is indeed the case.
However, this does not mean that the experienced soldiers have lost the opportunity to take the stage. The Pope himself is a father of several children, and he is naturally more willing to trust his peers than the high-spirited young people.
The huge chariots stopped on the street, and soldiers holding muskets came out one after another. They wore special masks, and their appearance was similar to that of the Templar Armored Division, but they were replaced with white and gold paint.
For a moment, all the people who came out of the houses to check the situation felt a little panic, because these soldiers were expelling everyone from the church!
As a country founded on religion, the Papal States has churches instead of shops in its capital, Florence. Otherwise, it would not be able to accommodate the population that has been constantly migrating in the past hundred years.
The cold rain hit the crowded crowd. In theory, everyone living in Florence was a believer of the Messianic Church, and the church was like another home to them.
But the soldiers did not give any explanation, which made them feel somewhat resistant. They stubbornly stayed on the cold and wet streets and refused to enter the warm and bright church.
Normally, the police would find it difficult to deal with such situations, because Florence is a city of the powerful and wealthy, and you never know which family the guy acting arrogantly in front of you might be a young master who sneaked out.
However, these rude and unreasonable actions were powerless in front of the cold fire of the gun. The Pope's Guard was not a police force, but a guard that belonged exclusively to the Pope.
Now that the city is under martial law and the entire Florence has become a holy land, all laws are invalid and the Pope is the only authority.
"…The area has been contained." The soldiers' reports were converted into electric signals and sent back to the Papal Palace. New orders were immediately issued, and all heavy firepower was activated, converging towards the west of Florence and aiming at the horizon.
This absurd order is even more puzzling than driving people to the church, but the difference between experienced soldiers and young people is that they are not curious enough to guess the orders of the Holy See.
The white-haired old man came to the side of the Pope who was issuing orders in an orderly manner. His red vestments revealed his identity. Archbishop Spencer, the most outstanding archbishop in theology among the cardinals.
At the same time, he has another identity: the head of the Papal Office and the most capable and loyal assistant of the Iron-blooded Pope Long Borgia.
In the eyes of many people, Spencer might be the most suitable person to become Pope. His theological attainments convinced everyone, and if he was interested in becoming Pope, all the cardinals would fully support him.
But unexpectedly, he chose to assist the new pope. With his help, the papacy grew larger and larger, eventually reaching a size that the current cardinals could no longer control.
"Received a call back from the Sistine Chapel. The cardinals refuse to leave there," Spencer told the Pope.
The refuge in Florence was not just for citizens. Public officials and even nobles sought refuge in the church at the urging of the army. The cardinals at the top of national power were naturally no exception.
But it was obvious that these old men, who had tasted too much power, would not heed the soldiers' urging.
"Let them be." The Pope said indifferently and stood up to evacuate.
The Apostolic Palace is the largest church in the world, which can accommodate 60,000 people praying at the same time. It is also the safest place in the country. Originally, Florence only had the Apostolic Palace and the surrounding land. This is the literal center of Florence, and the Sistine Chapel stands beside it like a foil.
But now the Pope is going to evacuate the Apostolic Palace because of a phone call from Cesare, no matter how safe it is there, he wants to leave the center of Florence. At the same time, he also said that the enemy might appear from the western sky.
The new limousine was ready. The Pope took off his white cassock, revealing a black robe underneath that was convenient for movement: "To Canterbury Castle."
Director Spencer hesitated for a moment and added, "I just received a call from Canterbury Castle. His Royal Highness Cesar left there alone without telling Princess Adele where he was going."
The Pope paused, then walked out of the room quickly and said, "Let him do whatever he wants, and let the Seraph follow him. A Knight King cannot be without his own knights."
……
The complicated raindrops hit the dark woods, as if countless musicians were composing a grand musical. But the music had already reached its climax, but the protagonist had not yet appeared.
Holding the spear tightly in his hand, Xizel opened his visor, looked up, and let the cold rain hit his pale and cold face.
The sad demon god, the newly born red dragon, was so ferocious that the boy, who only showed his face, looked so delicate. The sound of rain seemed to be crying for him, because his fate was always so rough.
Xizel looked up at the western sky again, but there was still nothing there. He then looked down at the spear in his hand.
The Holy Spear Equipment·Longinus, the strongest and most ferocious spear specially made for Seraphim, was brought out by César. However, the barrel was not filled with dangerous red mercury bombs, but a simple-looking spear.
The devil handed him the spear in some unknown way and asked him to throw it with all his strength at the guy who was about to appear.
The newly born red dragon possessed incredible power, but Xizel still had reservations about whether it could throw this simple spear into the sky.
So he put on the holy spear equipment and ordered it to fire the spear, turning it from a hot weapon with the longest range and the greatest power into a cold weapon that could fire a javelin. If Verola, who lent him the spear, knew about this, she would probably be furious. The latter was the deputy director of the Minerva Agency and, like Franco, was one of his few friends in the city.
Xizel closed his eyes and rested for a while, then looked up at the sky again, as if he was looking up at his own destiny.
In the end, he did not choose to escape from Florence, but chose another plan of the devil - to defeat fate head-on.
Xizel actually didn't know how likely he was to win against that guy. The devil said with regret that after his power awakened, he could no longer take over his body at will.
He himself seems to be chasing that guy at the moment, but although he said that the other party is seriously injured and cannot use his full strength, the latter's explosive speed is obviously beyond their expectations.
We can only guess where it will be when it lands in Florence based on the direction it is moving.
I don't know when the rain stopped, and the night became a little darker. A cold but bright moonlight peeked out from behind the dark clouds. There was silence between heaven and earth, as if the long night had passed.
Xizel suddenly felt a little uneasy because he heard a shrill alarm from afar, which was the alarm of the coming divine disaster.
But this place is very far away from Florence. From here, you can't even see the neon lights of Florence that seem to illuminate the sky. How can you hear the alarm from Florence?
The holy disaster alarm that resounded throughout Florence was sounded artificially by the Papal Palace. Otherwise, many people might not have realized the severity of the crisis.
Bright flames suddenly exploded from the sky, as if someone had lit a firework to celebrate the end of the long night. But César knew very well that no one would light fireworks in this uninhabited wilderness.
It was artillery fire. The chariots coming from Florence were firing at the sky! The sudden alarm was also issued by them!
Césaire immediately looked up at the sky, and the bombardment of artillery fire made the sky as bright as day. At the same time, he and the papal guards who were firing saw a scene that they would probably never forget.
The rain had not actually stopped, but that sacred and gigantic being had occupied the sky, preventing the rain from falling to the ground. There was no moonlight shining through the clouds, but that gigantic being was looking at the land with its golden single eye.
The sound of artillery fire gradually stopped, not because the Pope's Guards' artillery fire could not cause damage to the enemy, but because the soldiers in the chariots gave up the artillery fire.
They vaguely knew what the huge existence in front of them was. The Papal States was a country founded on religion. They preached the existence of God everywhere and called themselves God's agents in the world.
This leads to the fact that no matter where they were born or what their status is, many people in this world believe that God exists. And the existence they just fired at was so sacred, like a visitor from heaven.
Some people in the army were already kneeling on the ground, constantly making the sign of the Holy Cross on their chests, trying to get forgiveness from the divine being in the sky.
But the huge existence in the sky ignored them, and glanced casually, and the elite papal guards turned into bright torches and burned up. Xizel was extremely horrified, this scene was so similar to the encounter with Omega!
The gaze seemed to be looking for something, the red dragon's visor closed quickly, Xizel lifted up the holy spear equipment in front of him and turned around, the huge guy was right above his head!
But soon, he was like a rabbit seen by a lion, unable to move.
The golden gaze was cast towards him, and Xizel also saw the other party's full appearance clearly. The devil did not lie, this guy was indeed in a bad condition, it was like being cut in half by a huge weapon, only half of the body was emitting a faint lightning light.
There was a single golden eye on half of his expressionless face, while the other half of his face, and even half of his body, was made of golden metal.
No mechanic could tolerate such behavior. It was like a piece of unparalleled art that was broken in half, but the repairer simply randomly pinched a shape out of metal and pieced it together.
This added a touch of absurdity to this sacred existence. At the same time, Xizel also discovered that there were some signs of melting on the other party's body.
This was not caused by the bombardment of the Pope's Guards. It seemed impossible for the creatures on earth to harm this celestial being. The only explanation was that this guy had fought with some equal being before coming here.
"You guessed right." The long-lost voice of the devil sounded in my heart.
Lu Mingfei said softly: "My companions caught up with this guy and had a fight with him. Although he was able to escape with a trick in the end, he was severely injured again."
“That is to say…” Xizel’s eyes moved slightly.
"Yes." Lu Mingfei answered for him, "Although this guy looks difficult to deal with, he is actually at the end of his strength. Pick up the gun I gave you and throw it at him!"
Xizel nodded and raised the Holy Spear Armor high. The Spear of Destiny in it - Spear of Longnokis - was emitting a cold light.
"Holy Son who has fallen to the ground, come back to the sky with me!" The huge existence in the sky roared like thunder, as if the Lord of the Sky was bringing down lightning-like punishment on the earth.
Xizel decisively pulled the trigger, and the Spear of Destiny flew out like a meteor, aiming at the opponent's golden one-eye.
Lightning flashed from the sky, and Longnukis's spear pierced straight into the opponent's eyes. The huge being completely stopped moving, and a look of horror appeared in the single eye overflowing with golden blood, as if it couldn't believe that it was defeated.
Xizel couldn't believe that this huge being could be defeated by such a blow.
But soon, he found something wrong. The huge existence shattered, like fragments of a lens falling from the sky, and the spear that could control fate also fell powerlessly.
The golden light once again overflowed from behind the clouds, and the huge and sacred Lord of the Sky cast a golden gaze at the ground, mocking the Son of God who thought he had won the victory by defeating the illusion.
"Go back to the sky." It said softly, but no matter how soft its voice was, it sounded like thunder to the people on the ground.
"So it is..." Suddenly, César seemed to hear the devil's laughter.
But not in his heart, but in his ears. A black-haired boy appeared beside him, with bright golden light in his eyes and a silver sword in his hand, casually slashing at the existence in the sky.
The sword light covered the sky. Lu Mingfei looked towards Xizel and said with a smile: "Why, are you surprised?"
"...A little bit." Xizel answered softly.
The devil didn't lie to him, they were so alike.
(End of this chapter)
