People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

"Sure enough, it's just a bluff! You just forcibly controlled the ice around this room! There is a limit to what you say about 'taking the ritual field'!"

Piaggio did not move a step.

Probably because he had broken Sigurd's "trajectory" since he knew it, so that his expression only had an extremely distorted smile after "surprise", "worries", "fear" and "fear".

He took another crucifix from the four necklaces around his neck and threw it.

As if throwing the bouquet into the sea, the cross drew a big arc and tried to fly over Sigurd's head.

"The weight of the cross leads to pride!!!!"

The moment the cross flew over Sigurd's head, Piaggio almost roared.

Although anyone would think it was pure "incompetent rage", Sigurd could see that although his words were tinged with anger, he used the completely correct pronunciation and the skills of vocal cords to move the vibration from The body conducts to the air.

The cross in the air vibrated as if responding to his emotions, and the slight tremor also caused the surrounding air to vibrate.

The cross, which instantly gained thousands of times the acceleration of gravity, struck Sigurd's head with a terrifying impact.

(Whether you really control the "Queen of the Adriatic Sea" or simply manipulate the ice wall of this room, you will never be able to react in such a situation!)

In the world where the situation was not confirmed for Agnes and the others, the ice-made floor exploded under the impact, and the floor was completely flipped open.

The sudden impact caused the ice to crack, and the flying ice dust and slag made it impossible for Agnes and the others to confirm Sigurd's situation in the first place.

But there is no doubt that Sigurd completely ate the bombardment of the cross just now.

"Hmph, I should have told you to stop, I didn't look like this at first. Heh..."

Sneered twice, although Piaggio really wanted to maintain his calm image, but after confirming that Sigurd was indeed hit by his spell, the villain's triumphant appearance could not be concealed. exhaustive.

"Hahahahaha! That's it? That's it? The strongest 'gold' is this? What about the 'golden successor'? Heretics who misinterpret the Bible and fabricate the names of angels and gods should die. They also falsely claim that they have 'developed modern theories'." ', a group of ignorant idiots dare to try to impose God's will on themselves!"

Although very happy, Piaggio did not forget his purpose.

Rather, rather than defeating Sigurd, the destructive power of the sure release of the "Cross of Limits" is what he cares most about.

"Although it's a bit early, it's time to start. Sister Agnes, it's time to start adjusting. Just let both the 'Cross of Time Limit' and the 'Queen of the Adriatic Sea' be in sync with your magic power. End all this quickly, Then send the good news to the Vatican!!"

The sphere opened a large hole in the dilation and contraction of the pupil.

As if telling Agnes to hurry over.

But just as Piaggio was about to walk towards Agnes, a palm suddenly zoomed in quickly in Piaggio's field of vision.

"Only I can't pretend that I didn't hear that sentence just now..."

I felt like my head was being pulled to the sides by a rope and then someone.

Piaggio screamed in panic from the unbearable pain.

He kicked his legs frantically, but it was just useless.

Obviously Sigurd was right in front of him, but he couldn't touch Sigurd's body at all.

The distance of a few centimeters between the naked eyes of both arms was like a natural barrier to Piaggio.

"I have nothing to say about misinterpreting the Bible and making up the names of angels and gods. It is also true that there are many 'idiots' in 'Golden Dawn'. Strictly speaking, the guy who 'developed modern theories' is an idiot." I also agree, but I can't pretend that I didn't hear you when you included other people, bastard?"

Although his face was expressionless, Piaggio felt a chill all over his body.

He even ignored the sharp pain in his head, because the almost solid killing intent made his consciousness almost disappear.

"Ms. Anne Honeyman is the most gorgeous backup dancer in the 'Golden Dawn' regardless of personal gains and losses. Although Mr. Brody Innes is strict and makes people afraid to get close, but he has enough to subvert the existing magic theory to make him Magician of amazing skill..."

As the names of members of the largest association in history kept appearing, Piaggio's body was beaten like a rag bag by an unknown source.

Every blow pays great attention to control and strength, while giving Piaggio a sharp scream, it can ensure that he does not lose consciousness.

Sigurd did not yell, nor did he look hideous.

He said all kinds of things in a gentle and gentle tone as if he was telling a story.

"Although Gardner is a brainless idiot, the books of magic and dao written by him are still very beneficial. Mr. Felkin is the president of the Royal Society, although he is a licking dog who can't understand the facts. It cannot be denied. Among them A lot of them are childish idiots who can't stop once they get interested in something, but..."

The more they talked about it, the more they were unsure whether Sigurd was swearing or not, but Piaggio probably didn't care what Sigurd said.

After all, there is no one part of his whole body that can be said to be intact now. The eyeball of his left eye has been completely smashed, and the right eye has been hung out of the eye socket. Even the "Tower of London" torturer's methods are probably softer than this. …

"I scolded the whole 'gold' in a generalized way, so I can't pretend that I didn't hear it. Originally, I planned to play with you for a while. After all, I still want to save your life to go with Matthew. Liss that old standoff, but now..."

His eyes stared at Piaggio almost like a black hole, full of murderous intent without the joy of beating up the enemy.

The purely different pupils filled with killing intent caused Piaggio's brain to stop at this moment.

The murderous intent far beyond the tolerance range made Piaggio's brain choose to cut off consciousness to protect Piaggio's spirit from collapsing, and the result was...

"Tsk..."

Looking at the water stains dripping on the ice-structured ground, Sigurd threw aside Piaggio, who was completely unconscious, like throwing garbage.

The body slammed into the hard ice wall, and the twisted arms and joints bent at strange angles can be said to be the result of Sigurd's last sanity.

Chapter 460 Five: Dialogue in the Vatican

This is St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican.

In the largest cathedral in the world, the headquarter of the Roman Orthodox Church, the sound of rude footsteps tearing through the quiet air came.

It is now afternoon, and although few believers choose to take a nap, this church is not a place that ordinary believers can approach.

"Tsk, did that idiot Piaggio Poussoni still fail?"

"That's the intelligence we're receiving at the moment, and it's not just that."

"Ah, yes. Even the "Queen of the Adriatic Sea" was lost. Given the character of that mercenary, it is estimated that the core part was ruthlessly destroyed. The technology that was more than 900 years ago, so again It can't be reproduced..."

Walking around the church surrounded by darkness were two men and women.

Because the moonlight shining through the glass was too weak, it was impossible to see the details of the two of them clearly.

Among them was a man bent over like an old man.

The other appeared to be a young woman with a slim figure.

"Really, who came up with the 'Cross of Limits', organized this technique, and improved it so that it can be used practically? I can't forgive this matter. What's even more unforgivable is that the guy disappeared Already! Who is protecting him? Who am I going to vent my pressure on?"

The woman in the original one-piece dress, with a robe with a large yellow cross on her chest, showed a rather impatient expression.

On the other side, the old man wearing a gorgeous robe and holding the scepter of Jesus' crucifixion spoke bitterly.

"I'm afraid that Bishop Piaggio is missing, or that he can't come back even if he wants to?"

"Tsk, yes. With the way that mercenary did, that idiot did such a thing, and it was kind of him to smash his head cleanly. But I really don't understand it. I obviously prepared a 'backup' for him." ’, it ended up being killed without even triggering it, what was going on in that guy’s head?”

"The deployment of the 'Star' does not take a short time, and there are no more combatants on the 'Queen's Fleet' except for those nuns. If you want to delay the firepower enough to deal with that mercenary, 'Feng', you also know that this is indeed true." It's hard for some strong people."

"So, don't you still blame you for this? It would not delay anything if you sent more people to that guy, but because of the boring reason of 'Piagio people are not bad', I have been refusing to help. Who is responsible for the fact that he took his position?"

"This is the only thing I can't deny. It should be 'everyone is equal before the Lord', but it turned out like this. I don't look like a high-ranking pope, but now I can't even chat with the children. Can't do..."

"Ah, please, please. I'm not interested in hearing you complain about this. It's not my fault it turned out like this."

Seems to be quite unbearable to people who always complain about things, the yellow woman interrupted the old man who wanted to continue talking rather rudely.

And the old man who is the Pope of the Roman Orthodox Church seems to have noticed that what he just said is not appropriate.

After sorting out his emotions, he continued.

"But, even if it's you, you're too hasty in this matter, right?"

"..."

"While the involvement of English Puritanism was unexpected, even if it were not, there are obstacles everywhere. Let's be honest. Even if no one intervened, Piaggio Poussoni would not have succeeded. Let alone the one in the plan. It was predictable from the very beginning that the mercenaries would intervene, and it would be a big mistake to expect that guy to have the ability to deal with the flaws."

"What I said to do must be done. That is the law of the world. How stupid, can't you learn it at this time? You are more or less the pope elected by the Roman Orthodox believers, so stupid Isn't that wonderful?"

"You guy, do you know who you're talking to?"

The old man's atmosphere suddenly increased his vigor.

The atmosphere at the scene was dominated by the old man just by these words.This is a situation that must be bowed down.

It's not that I want the other party to bow their heads, but that even if I hate it, I must make the other party bow their heads.

The person who heard this sentence seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and then forcibly pulled down.That's the courage.

However, the female figures remained unchanged.

"Pope, yes. So what? Isn't that what you are?"

The female figure replied in a nonchalant tone.

Such a frivolous tone easily shattered the situation that should have been dominated by the old man.

"..."

The old man known as the pope was slightly silent.

But women still don't care.

"You don't need to put on such an expression. It's true that you are the pope elected by the Roman Orthodox believers, but you are just one of the 'elected' ones. If you die here today, it's a big deal that someone else will be the pope tomorrow. , and if I'm gone, then I'm afraid it won't take decades or even longer for the world to fill the vacant position at all, isn't it?"

"Bullshit!"

The old man interrupted the woman without the slightest interest.

"St. Peter is the only one who the Lord directly entrusted to the future of the Christianity. Although the subsequent popes were also very active, their main function was to sort out and manage the inheritance. I was chosen by everyone, not by The one chosen by the Lord. I know this too well. So don’t say it again. It’s really infuriating to repeat something that is so clear.”

"So don't you want it too? It's not the number of votes in the election, but the unique evidence of natural selection. And you want to restore the Roman Orthodox Church, not by the number of votes, but like the past Christianity, with the only teaching and will to decide which way to go.”

"..."

The old man's eyes became sharper. The pope, who had always looked amiable in front of the believers, rarely showed negative emotions towards others.

"Don't look at me like that. After all, it's not that you are not qualified, so you can't achieve it? After all, the Pope was also elected. It is an honor to be elected. But you are not satisfied."

"How can I be satisfied, I am now restricted even if I want to talk to believers!"

"It's not just such a superficial reason, you understand it yourself."

"..."

The old man was silent, and the knuckles holding the cane were a little white from the force.

"When the 'Son of God' was preaching with his apostles, the Christianity was also a minority in the majority vote. Even if it is a minority, its power can win over the majority. That's why you think that the number of votes in the majority vote itself has no sacred value."