Declaration of war on the Papal Court from the Destined King of Bretagne.
Almost instantly, this message spread throughout the world along the radio waves.
Even with the raging war, the Gray Continent is under the threat of terrifying ghosts and gods.
Everyone's eyes are attracted to distant Brittany.
In my heart, even more faintly emerged
The Holy Alliance, the terrifying hegemony of one of the three poles of the earth and star.
Either rise from the ashes...or be submerged in the great era caused by the tide.
……
……
At the same time, it is located deep in the interior of Europa.
The City of Grace, where the Papal Hall is located, has almost become a city filled with anxiety and panic.
The arrogance hidden in humility no longer appears on the faces of the originally arrogant clergy.
Instead, they are scurrying around the city like headless flies.
For countless clergy in Gift City.
The destined king of Brittany is God’s chosen one and apostle.
Today, God's spokesperson declares them heretics and followers of false gods.
It all happened so fast.
So much so that many people even feel the collapse of their faith.
……
Located in the Pope’s Hall ‘Divine Gift Hall’ in the deepest part of Gift City.
A meeting concerning the life and death of the Holy Alliance, or the Pope's Office, was also convened urgently.
When a powerful red archbishop of the Holy Alliance stepped into this circular hall filled with countless honors and gifts, he looked worried.
Standing in the center of the hall, wearing a wide white robe, is the current Pope - Peter XIII.
He also slowly opened his slightly cloudy eyes.
At this moment, when this old man without any ability slowly scanned the entire 'God-given Hall' with his eyes.
Countless cardinals around who were making low noises also fell into silence.
Belial XIII ascended the papal throne at the age of thirty-two.
Using his iron fist and ingenuity as weapons, he ruled the Papal Hall and the Holy Alliance for decades.
Even now that the wave is coming, this old man, who seems to have gained no ability, still has a stable position in the Papal Hall.
"One hundred and twenty-three regional archbishops, no one is absent."
I glanced at the papal chamber, which is always short of staff, which represents the position of Breton Protestantism.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Belial XIII's mouth.
Immediately afterwards, the God-given Hall was closed forever, and the two walnut front doors had never been used.
In the shock of the group of red archbishops, they slowly separated to both sides.
"This!
”
"What's going on?"
"The path of glory in the God-given Hall... Mortals are simply not qualified to walk it!
”
Some red archbishops looked shocked and even stood up from their seats.
The two heavy walnut doors, which were full of ancient atmosphere, were slowly opened by countless guards.
Behind is a long road covered with murals.
Anyone familiar with the Code of the Holy Alliance can recognize the origin of this 'Road of Glory'.
【Gospel-Chapter of the Prophet Alex】
Just when many people looked full of surprise and looked at Pope Peter XIII in the center of the hall.
At the end of the road behind the walnut gate, there was a slight sound.
A figure holding a gorgeous scepter and wearing a gray robe is walking slowly along this 'Road of Glory'.
"Bold!
”
"How dare any mortal dare to embark on the glorious path of the prophet Ali!"
"Guards, drag this blasphemer out!
”
Accompanied by the angry roars of some cardinal archbishops.
More people were staring at the figure slowly walking on the 'Road of Glory', wondering.
At this time.
Belial XIII looks like he is old and decrepit, with a face that seems to be always tired and peaceful.
He also showed a sincere smile.
In his mouth, he began to chant loudly with a loud voice that did not fit the image.
"The floods are raging, and the sea monsters are endless! Facing terrible disasters and terror!"
"Prophet Ali was wearing a gray robe, held his staff high, and shouted loudly!
”
At this moment, almost all the red archbishops in the God-given Hall couldn't help but follow Belial XIII and started chanting.
"I am the prophet Yali!"
"I command the floods to dissipate and the sea demons to fade away!"
"I will definitely lead the people behind me to find a new home where milk and honey flow!"
"..."
When the almost uniform chanting stopped.
The figure that was walking slowly along the 'Road of Glory' finally stopped outside the God's Gift Hall.
Once here, he just needs to take one more step.
You can truly step into the core of this papal hall, the glorious place of Christianity.
"Many years have passed..."
The gray-robed figure wearing a golden mask let out a sigh.
Amid the bewildered looks of several cardinals, Alex stepped forward with a long staff in his hand.
Stepped directly into this god-given hall.
By this time, many red archbishops had not even recovered from the shock.
In the center of the God-given Hall, Pope Peter XIII, who has ruled the Holy Alliance for decades.
Trembling, he bowed slightly towards the gray-robed figure in front of him.
"Salute to you, great prophet!"
"Just as recorded in the gospels, when disasters and terror come again!"
"You will also uphold God's will... and return to God's servants!"
The words of Pope Peter XIII cannot be called very passionate.
The voice full of humility and obedience didn't even sound clear.
But even so, for the countless red archbishops around.
What I heard today is nothing short of earth-shattering.
"First, prophet!
”
As many red archbishops stood up in disbelief, their gazes towards Alifang in the middle were full of disbelief.
Prophet...
In Christianity, there has always been only one person who can be called a prophet.
It is in the legend of the Gospels.
In the apocalypse, the prophet Alex led the ancestors of the Christian religion to cut through the flood and repel the sea demon...
At this time, there were several cardinal archbishops who had been to Gaston Island.
His eyes were so shocked that his eyes almost bulged out.
Their uncontrollable mumblings were clearly heard by many people.
"Alifang of the Libra Association...is the prophet Alex?"
"This, how is this possible?"
At this point.
The humble old pope has raised his head.
At this time, there was no movement in his hands.
Behind the God-given Hall, there is a famous oil painting - "God Loves the World" by Chidarangiro, a great artist who has lived for hundreds of years.
There was a faint sound of the machine turning.
As the entire wall inlaid with oil paintings gradually turns over.
The picture exposed below made everyone unable to help but feel strange and shocked.
"This is it!
”
As some red archbishops couldn't help but stand up and look up.
Even Alifang, who was standing at the end of the 'Road of Glory', couldn't help but raise his head.
Through the golden mask on his face, he looked at the mottled and primitive-looking scrawled scroll in front of him.
"It turns out that this painting has been handed down?"
As Alifang revealed a hint of sadness.
The picture that looked dilapidated had been clearly seen by everyone.
Underneath the seemingly endless monstrous floods are countless terrifying sea monsters with huge bodies and ferocious fangs.
The world seems to be covered by an irredeemable abyss, and there is no longer a trace to speak of.
And in the middle of the dark flood, there was a final ray of light.
With the dazzling light, the sea water is divided and the sea demon is driven away.
A figure wearing a gray robe and a golden mask is holding the long staff high in his hand.
The top of the staff emits pure white light.
The terrifying flood that looked as dark as ink also stopped in front of this light and branched out on its own.
Behind the figure is a dense crowd that looks like a long dragon.
Everyone looked horrified and dressed in ragged clothes.
But the light ahead illuminates their way forward.
See this scene.
Even if this is just an extremely damaged parchment scroll.
Everyone can feel the oncoming joy and emotion.
I don’t know how much time passed, but in the elegant and silent God-given hall, I don’t know who was the first to speak again.
In the God-given Hall, which was originally silent, the sound of uniform chanting sounded again.
"I am the prophet Yali!"
"I command the floods to dissipate and the sea demons to retreat..."
"..."
When the voices of countless red archbishops condensed into one place, the fanatical shouts that even wanted to lift the roof fell.
Everyone looked at the gray-robed figure without any doubts.
The aging Belial Thirteen even shed a few hot tears from his cloudy eyes.
“O great prophet Ari!
”
"You are finally back!
”
"God's servants...have been waiting for this moment for too long!
”
In the tears of Pope Belial XIII.
The red-clothed archbishops standing in a circle all fell to their knees.
I bowed my head to the ‘Prophet Alex’ who had walked to the middle of the hall.
"Time is really running fast."
Let out a sigh of unknown meaning.
Alex, who was holding a long staff, paused the long staff in his hand and continued to sigh:
"It's time."
"It's time...to wake the gods from their slumber."
"..."
"Awaken the gods...?"
As soon as Alifang's words came out that seemed to be earth-shattering.
Everyone couldn't help but raise their heads and were shocked.
At the most dangerous moment of the Papal Hall, the prophet Alex returns.
The first thing you do when you return is to awaken the god of the Cross?
At this time.
It seems that he has no intention of talking to others.
As the long staff in Alexon's hand continues to emit light.
On the ground, many crack marks composed of golden light appeared at some point.
Under the cracks that seemed to be constantly flashing with blazing light.
Faintly, there is already a vast and majestic aura coming out.
"This is it!
”
As Belial XIII slowly retreated with a pious expression.
All the red archbishops who were kneeling on the ground could no longer look up and stare in this light.
This light is too dazzling and too sacred.
So much so that they... no longer have the courage and ability to raise their heads and stare.
As the sacred golden light continues to burst out.
All around, I don’t know when a warm wind blew.
In the whirlwind that keeps rising from the ground.
Alifang, who was wearing a gray robe, stood still, looking at the ground below.
But there are endless memories and remembrances faintly.
"Wake up! Wake up!"
"Christine, who holds the power of light! My closest friend!"
"Wake up... from your long sleep!"
"The appointed time has arrived!"
"This world has reached a time when it needs you again!
”
With a deep chant that Alifon even called "blasphemous".
The blazing light that kept bursting out from under the ground started to flicker in an instant.
At this time, if you look down from the sky.
You will find that almost the entire city of Grace is emitting a fine and brilliant golden light.
Countless residents of Grace City were in panic on the streets.
Like a crack, a sigh filled with compassion could be heard faintly from beneath the ground that was constantly flashing light.
"Is it...time?"
"Is it time again to protect the world?"
As if she had just woken up from a long sleep, the faint female voice coming from the underground was still a little laggy at first.
At the back.
In that voice that seemed extremely sacred and filled with compassion.
It has brought out a ray of joy.
"Yeah...yes!"
"It's time...my dear love!"
"We...it's time to fight side by side again."
"..."
With this last sentence.
In the Papal Hall, whether it was Belial XIII or hundreds of red archbishops around him.
All of them looked solemn, pretending that they could not hear what was being said underground.
"Haha."
Listening to the sound coming from the ground, Alifang slapped the long stick in his hand.
The whole body has even floated upward into the sky along with the invisible wind.
The precious dome of the Pope's Hall, which was full of murals, was also directly overturned by the glorious wind that kept pouring out of the ground.
As if it can illuminate the endless night.
A majestic golden shadow has already formed faintly above the City of Grace.
The power of God is like the sea, the power of God is like prison.
At this moment.
No matter the distant holy foggy city of Brittany or the distant northern country of Ross.
Everyone can see it clearly.
That majestic figure standing in the clouds, covered in clouds and glory.
"Oh God!
”
"O great Lord of Light!
”
"You... are finally back!
”
When countless subjects of the Holy Alliance who believe in the teachings of the Cross are kneeling on the ground, they worship the goddess form composed of brilliant light in the sky.
Distant Brittany also fell into chaos.
"The God of the Cross has sent a miracle...at this time?"
I didn't pay attention to the countless Breton dignitaries below who were stunned as they stared at the phantom of the gods in the distance.
The tyrant Nero, dressed in red, let out an extremely cruel and playful laugh.
"King of Brittany, your test has come!"
"Faced with such great power, can you... still protect your country and its subjects?"
"..."
Faced with the tyrant in red’s seemingly malicious banter.
Wearing silver armor, Artoria looked at the solid golden shadow in the distance.
The girl-like face has been filled with perseverance and faith.
"The future of Brittany! I will protect it!"
"Regardless of foreign enemies, terror, or gods! All of these... will stop before Pendragon's flag!"
As these words fell like a declaration.
The sword in the stone that Artoria had placed on the ground was already emitting a dazzling golden light.
In the blazing light rising into the sky.
The girl's majestic and steady voice has spread throughout Brittany.
"O subjects of Brittany!
”
"With God's will, in the name of Pendragon... the holy war begins!