People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

"Bastard! How dare you insult the body of a dead person like this? A villain like you will go to hell sooner or later!!!!"

But before he could speak, a Roman Orthodox magician who was tightly tied up and covered in dilapidated monastic uniforms yelled first.

"Interesting, but under the guise of righteousness, they use the kindness of innocent ordinary people to raise funds for war, and call it 'for peace'. Launching pope-level magic spells on Academy City, trying to penetrate innocent students, this is what you say Is it the so-called 'act to save all human beings in the world equally'?"

"We really want to save all human beings in the world equally? It's just that pagans are not human at all. Have you figured out your own position..."

The voice was interrupted, and the sound of wet objects spilling over the marble floor was extremely clear in the dead silence of "diamond-like".

Because of the sudden loss of the part above the neck, blood splashed around like a fountain, dyeing the entire lobby of the coffee shop in "warm tones".

"The lost dog can still be so arrogant, he is indeed an idiot recognized by the whole world as a 'priestly noble'... From now on, I will ask you to answer, I don't want to listen, and I don't have time to listen to nonsense, understand?"

"you this......"

"It seems that you still don't quite understand your position, or your own value?"

Holding the head of the female believer with one hand, the angry expression was completely frozen on the head that was separated from the body. The incision on the neck was abnormally smooth, and the splash of blood made the surrounding believers shrink back unconsciously, as if Not very willing to encounter.

"To be able to participate in this operation, you should be more or less aware of the existence of the 'God's Right Seat', if you think you are stronger than the wind in front or the water behind, then... please continue Challenge the limits of my endurance."

There was the sound of "clinking" metal impacts, and the air in the entire coffee shop dropped to freezing point.

The tongue nail of the wind ahead and the cross hanging from the front.

The metal stick of the water behind and the broken blue cross cloth on the chest.

"For the last time, I ask you to answer. I don't like to repeat what I said. Understand?"

"You think I'm telling you? You 'magic side' scum!"

"Have a backbone, I hope you can remember what you said now."

Sigurd was not angry, and Boris didn't even feel any emotional fluctuations in the mercenary.

He walked up to the angry-eyed Roman Orthodox Christian, and without any extra threats or movements, he simply stepped between his feet.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

Because both his hands and feet were bound, and the Nordic Rune was applied to his body, he couldn't refine magic power or move at all, and the subconscious twisting of his body caused even greater pain.

The great pain made him desperately try to hit Sigurd with his head, but every hit would only make his own head bleed out, and he let out even more miserable screams.

Once, twice, three times...

The horrific cry echoed in the empty "Diamond-like".

Because of the hollow circular floor design, the man's screams echoed continuously between the buildings, and did not dissipate for a long time.

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Now you are nothing but worms, viruses, and human scum in this world. From the time you decided to join and launched an attack on Academy City, you have lost what you call 'people' qualifications, you are nothing but rubbish."

"You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Looking at the hoarse believers who were holding back their screams, the strength under Sigurd's feet increased a bit, and the hard soles kept moving.

Sigurd was expressionless, he could neither see the comfort of venting his anger, nor the rage after being insulted.

Sigurd didn't care what the other party said at all, and it didn't make any practical sense for him to do so.He didn't want to intimidate others, nor did he intend to extract a confession like this, and he didn't even care if such a thing had any practical significance.

In Sigurd's eyes, these Roman Orthodox Christians who were bundled into a ball were not living people at all, and killing them was no different from trampling an ant to death.

"I absolutely..."

The soft sound of "click", accompanied by the moment when the man slammed his head into Sigurd like crazy, his cervical spine that was violently broken, as well as the heavy breathing and screams that he had endured the severe pain in the past, just His end has been made clear.

"Let me just tell you guys, it is absolutely impossible for you guys to be chosen by the gods to ascend to heaven. At this point, I didn't expect you to think so. Do you think there is a place more suitable for you besides hell? ?”

"..."

No one spoke, but that didn't mean they didn't want to rebut.

This is nothing more than an instinctive compromise after simply feeling the real killing intent.

Everyone glared at Sigurd. Not only did the three people who had just died tragically not frighten them, but it made them even more excited.

(these guys...)

The members of the Roman Orthodox Church made Boris on the side feel shuddering.

This kind of distorted belief has reached the point of being almost pathological. Watching the tragic death of their companions has even inspired them to think of "the glory of martyrdom".

"Mercenary, please don't embarrass them."

"I thought you planned to continue hiding?"

From the end of the crowd, a believer stood up.

From the appearance, it can be seen that he is a tall, but relatively thin man. No ordinary men's monastic uniform can cover up the aura he has gained from being in the top position for a long time.

"Teach, my lord pope? Yes, but didn't lord Front Wind say that you were killed by this mercenary?"

"So that's how Feng and the others are..."

Matthew Lis just took off the hood of his monastic uniform, and the warm liquid splashed on his face.

The believer who had just looked at Matthew Liss joyfully was now decapitated.

And at this moment, the original aura of "martyrdom and death" of other believers was broken, and fear spread endlessly among the captured believers.

"Mercenary, you..."

He swallowed the accusation that Matthew Lise brought to his lips.

He saw it, he saw Sigurd's calm, terrifying eyes.

The bottom line of this mercenary has been touched by the Roman Orthodox Church, and it is useless to say anything now.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Unlike the screams of suffering just now, this is a scream of pure fear.

All the captured Roman Orthodox believers squirmed backwards trying to stay away from Sigurd, but the heads of their companions flew up one after another and the pungent bloody smell permeating this space became stronger and stronger.

Originally they thought they were launching a jihad to avenge the "Pope" Matthew Liss, so they had the courage to die and be martyred.

But now there is a change, Matthew Liss is not dead, and Qianqianfeng and others who originally led them to attack Academy City seem to have lied.

The original courage was completely established under the "faith" of the believers. With the suspicion of the current high-level Roman Orthodox Church, the courage to dare to die in their hearts has completely disappeared, replaced by the biological instinct of fear of death.

"Tell the one to twelve apostles that faith in the Lord is endless. Those who should be filled..."

Matthew Liss pulled out the scepter symbolizing the identity of the Pope from under the monastic uniform.

Wearing a monastic uniform, holding the scepter of Jesus in his hand, Matthew Liss, with white beard and hair, stopped in the middle of a group of believers and Sigurd, and tried to stop Sigurd.

"...is power, I am the one who correctly understands its meaning, I hope to use this power to defeat..."

"Kneel down."

With a plop, Matthew Liss had no room to resist.

This is not St. Peter's Basilica, and Matthew Liss, who cannot get support from the Vatican, has no qualifications to stand in front of Sigurd.

But he didn't intend to give up just like that. He clasped the scepter in his hands tightly with both hands, trying to lift the scepter suppressed by the invisible force.

"Follow God's deal, keep God..."

"When the holy man was submerged in the water with this unbearable weight in his arms, he saw the true master in the staff he held..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

The scepter on which Jesus was tortured was suddenly exerted extreme pressure, and all ten fingers of Matthew Liss, who was trying to hold the scepter, were all pressed underneath, because the old and fragile bones were overwhelmed and scalp-numbing. Uneasy sound.

"An angel who was excommunicated, a demon who fell into the abyss. It cannot be tested in mythology..."

"No, wait a minute for the mercenaries, they are innocent believers who have been deceived, they should not be treated like this!!!!"

"In the name of Pope Zachary, the belief in angels is hereby shattered..."

"No, let them go, I am willing to take the punishment on their behalf! No matter what, please don't hurt them!!!!"

Matthew Lis knelt down in front of Sigurd directly, but all this did not move Sigurd in any way.

Rather, after Matthew Liss said again and again that he couldn't do it, Sigurd was a little tired of such rhetoric.

"All things are created by God, even the power that separates from him and moves in the ground..."

The chanting continued without any intention of stopping.

"My fingertips touched the 'tree of evil'..."

"Sigurdddddddddddddddddd!!!!!!"

"The power brought about by proper knowledge knows neither good nor evil!!"

"No no no no!!!!!!!!!!"

None of the nearly a hundred believers survived. Looking at the corpses everywhere, Matthew Lisi seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

Even though his beard and hair were grizzled, the Pope was still in good spirits, and now he was completely decadent.

He was holding the scepter that almost broke his fingers, and in his hand was the "Bible" that a believer always carried with him.

"You should understand why you survived."

"Yes......"

"You can call me cold-blooded and ruthless, or call me a heinous sin. But this time, your Roman Orthodox Church has touched my bottom line. It seems that my compromises have been interpreted by you as something quite uninteresting, so this time I had to take some real action."

"..."

Looking at Pope Matthew Lis, who was slumped on the ground with a wry smile.Boris couldn't imagine that this old man was once the pope of the world's largest sect.

He had some sympathy for Matthew Liss, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with Sigurd's approach. Although he didn't quite agree with Sigurd's method of declaring war by airdropping corpses, since the other party chose to attack Academy City, then To be killed is a matter of course.

"Mercenaries..."

Matthew Lies took a deep breath, and then spoke slowly.

"At least I can take the bodies of these children back and bury them. I will do my best to deal with the loss caused to Academy City by this incident..."

"Is there anything wrong with you in this matter?"

No, this time Matthew Liss couldn't even do anything about it.

Obviously this time it was the plan of the "God's Right Seat" and had nothing to do with Matthew Liss' own wishes.

"But I am the Pope of the Roman Orthodox Church. At least I want to let these children who died in foreign countries and martyred in foreign countries be able to 'go home'..."