The Vatican is bathed in golden sunshine, as if the great God has been protecting them in the sky. On the ancient streets, every oval stone, every brick joint, and every mottled granite reflects the golden sunshine, reaching a height of nearly
The thousand-meter-long Central Cathedral makes all believers who come to the Vatican unable to help but shout - Brilliant City!
This is the newly built Vatican City after the Battle of September 3rd. Its scale is at least thirty times larger than that of the ancient earth nations before the Battle of September 3rd.
It can even be said that the entire Apennine Peninsula belongs to the Vatican. After the September 3rd War, it was also known as the Vatican Theocracy, a federal state within a state.
The Central Cathedral, which is completely white and covered with a thin layer of silver foil, is hundreds of meters underground in the secret temple. Zite, who has shrunk to the size of an ordinary person, is lying on the ground gnashing his teeth. He is dignified, majestic, and has a
The current Pope Gurlitt I, who had a big white beard, rolled up his sleeves, gritted his teeth and held up a big silver axe, and hesitantly looked at Zite who was lying on the ground. Cold sweat continued to drip from Gurlitt I's head.
His face rolled down, his hands were shaking, and the big silver ax was shaking.
Twelve gold-robed cardinals stationed in the Vatican, thirty-six red archbishops, more than a hundred white-robed archbishops and other dignitaries of the Vatican trembled and formed a circle in the temple. Everyone watched nervously.
Gurlitt I at the center of the circle. After nearly five minutes of this, a handsome young man wearing blood-colored armor and a black cloak shouted in a low voice: "Your Majesty... don't hesitate... for Lord Cite, take action.
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Gurlitt I's hand moved, and he stared at the six wings spread flat on the ground on Zite's back, and finally let out a crazy roar.
'Whoosh', the silver ax struck hard, and the ax that contained all the power of Gurlit I accurately hit the joint of one of Zite's damaged wings. The bones and tendons in the wings were twisted and knotted.
It was smashed to pieces with a 'click' sound. Zite, who had been squinting his eyes as if in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes and let out a hoarse scream.
As a six-winged archangel, Csite's body is stronger than anyone's imagination. Only in this way, the severe pain after the body is damaged is beyond the limit that ordinary people can endure. Especially the one that was smashed was Csite's body.
The old wounds that were damaged in the Thirteen Stars War healed on their own. Due to the mechanism of self-protection, a large amount of holy power gathered near these damaged wounds. The severe pain caused by such old wounds being crushed was especially severe.
Zite was so painful that he almost lost his breath.
"Praise be to the great God!"
The pope struck down with an axe, and all the senior officials of the Holy See surrounding him simultaneously praised the holy name of God and stretched their hands to the sky.
The tall Gothic pointed dome is inlaid with tens of thousands of head-sized Zakla energy crystals. Each energy crystal contains extremely powerful light holy power. This is the 'light spirit' created by the Holy See using secret methods.
Crystal is an important strategic material for the Holy See. The white crystal that Gu Xiechen snatched from Andre was the Bright Spirit Crystal.
All the bright spiritual crystals emitted dazzling white light at the same time. The huge temple was shrouded in milky white holy power. The bodies of hundreds of top clergy were shrouded in white light. Their bodies became almost transparent in the white light. Two figures emerged from behind them at the same time.
Only elegant wings. In circles, layers of complex magic array haloes surged out from under their feet. With the collusion of countless rose branches, these magic arrays formed an extremely complex circle consisting of hundreds of thousands of scattered small circles.
A giant magic circle formed by coupling magic circles.
The huge amount of holy power of light rolled and gathered in the magic circle. Finally, the huge amount of holy power of light condensed into a white stream of water as thick as a pencil and about a foot long, which slowly penetrated into Cite's body. Cite screamed in agony.
Letting out a comfortable groan, his shattered wing joints healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming as intact as when Zite was first born.
Zite took a deep breath and shouted in a low voice: "Gulit, continue...continue!"
Gurlitt I wiped the sweat from his forehead and said respectfully: "Yes, Your Excellency!"
'Boom', another ax hit hard, and Zite once again let out a hoarse scream. The huge magic circle was running rapidly, and after almost half an hour of hard work, another stream of white water was slowly condensed.
was injected into Zite's body. Another old injury on Zite's body healed quickly under the nourishment of the white water, and he let out a cry of pain and pleasure.
An axe, another axe, another axe; Zite screamed, gasped and groaned!
After three full days and three nights of 'ravage', all the old wounds on Cite's body were healed. Cite, whose whole body exuded pure and moist holy light like white jade, lightly waved his six wings and slowly floated in the air.
Taking a deep breath, Zite clenched his fists and looked up at the tens of thousands of huge bright spiritual crystals inlaid on the dome of the temple.
All the bright spiritual crystals dimmed at the same time, and tens of thousands of dazzling white lights erupted from the spiritual crystals at the same time, quickly pouring into Zite's body. The pressure released by Zite became stronger and stronger, and gradually the pressure made him
The space around him shook, and transparent ripples that were vaguely visible to the naked eye spread rapidly. All the clergymen below Gurlit I fell to their knees at the same time, chanting the holy name of God devoutly and praising the greatness of Csite.
and glory.
After absorbing the huge energy from all the bright spiritual crystals that the Holy See had spent hundreds of years accumulating, the originally senile Cite returned to his best condition. His appearance became young and handsome, and his figure became strong and strong. Cite was satisfied.
After examining his body for a while, he nodded majestically towards Gurlit I: "Children, it is your efforts that have allowed me to regain all my strength... I will lead you to let the glory of our clan cover the entire world.
Universe! All pagans will eventually be wiped out!"
After sneering arrogantly for a few times, Zite muttered majestically and lowly: "Those hateful monks, there isn't even a master of the Void-Breaking Stage among them? It's so ideal... Although I am only the weakest among the Seraphim.
One of them, but I also have the strength to surpass their breaking void stage and approach their so-called Mahayana perfection, hum..."
With a slight flutter of his wings, Zite said calmly: "All pagans will tremble before the power of our people!"
Gurlit I and others knelt down and kowtowed deeply to Cite, with a pair of white wings slowly flapping behind them.
With a sigh, Zite slowly landed on the ground, and he said lightly: "Let the children who are suffering come in!"
After hearing Zite's instructions, Gurlit I did not dare to neglect. He clapped his hands hurriedly and gently, and the crisp applause echoed in the temple. Then the heavy door of the temple made of pure silver opened silently.
More than a hundred Vatican knights wearing silver armor walked in with uniform steps, carrying dozens of dying young men and women with no energy response in their bodies.
Angela, who was the first to be carried in, tried her best to lift her body, but she could only barely move her body. Angela, whose essence and blood had been drained out by Zianhua, did not even have the strength to speak. She was filled with grief and anger.
Looking at Zite, whose whole body was shining with powerful holy light, her eye circles were slightly red. Angela, whose body was squeezed as if someone had chewed sugarcane bagasse for more than ten rounds, had only a trace of water vapor floating in the corner of her eyes, but even
Not a single tear could be shed.
"Evil pagans...those enemies who are destined to be destroyed!" Zite's eyes were red. Angela's tragic situation reminded him of his former tribe. Once upon a time, he had seen the same thing as Angela countless times.
Tribesmen, countless powerful angels have been drained of their essence and blood by those evil monks to refine all kinds of strange magic weapons and elixirs, but these unlucky angels are just like medicine dregs and slag, being thrown away indiscriminately in the tens of thousands.
On the land of Three Stars, we can only wait silently for death to come.
Looking at Angela with pity, Zite gently touched Angela's forehead: "Dear child, the blood flowing in your body is the blood of our family! Although my power is not enough to save those who were as powerful as me back then.
People of my clan, but at least I can save the children of our clan... You are the hope of our clan, and you will always be bathed in the glory of our clan!"
The strong holy light shone on Angela's body, and the surging holy power rushed into Angela's body. Angela let out a cry of pain and pleasure. Her withered and shriveled body like a reed stick rapidly swelled, black and yellow.
The slightly shiny skin quickly became supple, translucent, snow-white and pink, and her exhausted energy was rapidly recovering. In the blink of an eye, Angela returned to her peak state. There was a 'bang' sound of wind breaking, and Angela's
With her two wings spread out, she slowly flew up. After flying around the temple, she respectfully fell back to the ground and knelt down in front of Zite: "Great God, Angela is willing to sacrifice herself for your glory.
everything!"
Zite smiled kindly, and he spent his own energy to treat Angela and others one by one.
Dozens of two-winged angels who had been used by Zhehua and others for nearly a year to defeat him had recovered one after another. They all knelt in front of Cite and devoutly praised Csite's greatness.
Smiling humbly, Zite said lightly: "It's my fault. I couldn't stop you from attacking those evil pagans. You know, their power is enough to deal with children like you!"
Amphit, who was standing next to Andre, took an awkward step forward. He knelt down and cried bitterly: "Great God, this is my fault!"
Zite hurriedly helped Anfit, he kissed Anfit's forehead, and said with a faint smile: "No, this is not your fault, my child. I can understand your devotion to our clan, I can
I feel your boundless love for our clan. But the enemy is powerful. With our current strength, we can destroy them, but we will also have to pay an extremely heavy price!"
