There are few gods who are like God and would choose to offend an entire pantheon, the ancient Egyptian pantheon, the Nordic pantheon... Many pantheons have inextricable grudges against the Holy See. In addition, there are also the hell demons led by Satan.
and the fallen angels led by Lucifer, the Son of the Morning.
"It's over!"
President Pasta felt that his back could not stop sweating.
Even when the Holy See was at its most powerful, facing such gods encircling and suppressing the Holy See, it would have been difficult to survive in the cracks. But now, the Lord is gestating and sleeping in the mother's body, and it will take four days to recover. Without God,
Without angels and only two saints and two heroic spirits to assist, what can the Holy See do to deal with the joint attack of other pantheon gods and hell?
If the Holy See is once again thrown into the dust, where should the Spaghetti Country, as the Holy See's licking dog, go?
"Mr. President, the smoke has cleared!"
Listening to the secretary's prompts, President Pasta hurriedly recovered and looked up at the projection in the office, grabbing the armrests of the chair unnaturally with both hands.
Nervous, scared!
"There is no need to worry, Mr. President, it should be fine!"
"Maybe? That means you're not sure yet? The power of the explosion just now was comparable to that of a small missile equipped with a warhead. Most of the city was burned to the ground. The church that serves as the energy gathering center... Phew, I want to
It’s not a should, it’s a yes!”
"Joan of Arc will definitely be fine. During the French Monster War, Marshal Gildrey once stole a cloud bomb and released it on the battlefield. The explosion failed to kill Joan of Arc. This explosion
It's stronger than cloud bombs, but the extent is limited."
"Saint Joan of Arc, is it important? The Holy See is our hope. The survival of the pope, red coats, and clergy is what we have to worry about. Especially the chosen Virgin, can she survive this impact?
Survive it?”
"But having said that, if the Holy Son ascends to heaven, will the people behind these monsters continue to destroy the Holy See?"
In Spaghetti Country, the president and several people from the think tank were discussing each other. They both wanted the Holy See to win in this war, but they didn’t really want the Holy Son to be born safe and sound so that the Holy See’s prestige could be restored.
The pinnacle of the Middle Ages.
People have selfish desires. They are accustomed to holding positions that control the lives and deaths of others, and enjoy the taste of power. Suddenly they are asked to give up most of what they have gained, and all decisions are left to the Holy See. They are like a puppet on strings.
Some people cannot accept being manipulated by others.
At this time, the smoke blocking the lens finally slowly dissipated.
Under the satellite photography, the entire holy city seemed to have been subjected to a brutal abuse. Most of the buildings were flattened by the explosion. The ultra-high temperature melted the building materials, furniture, etc. into black crystals and solidified on the ground.
superior.
In front of the hall of St. Petersburg Church in the center of the Holy City, Joan of Arc held the flag gun in her hand with a look of exhaustion. Not far in front of her, a thin layer of holy light full of holes still stood firmly in the air.
It firmly protects the knights and the hall below.
Most of the area except the hall was also sublimated and burned in the flames. A large number of antiquities and books were burned and turned into dark crystals covering the ground.
"call!"
President Pasta let out a long sigh of relief. Although it was not the result he most wanted to see, it was undoubtedly the best result that could be obtained now.
"However, Joan of Arc is exhausted!"
"After all, it is quantitative changes that lead to qualitative changes. The attacks of monsters have reached the upper limit of damage that Joan of Arc can withstand. Therefore, technological means are not completely useless in dealing with the revival of mythology, at least at the level of Joan of Arc.
Mushroom eggs and large doses of cloud bombs are still very effective."
"Mr. President, you are a bit too idealistic. The monster's attack is not a purely physical explosion. We cannot judge the upper limit of Joan of Arc's endurance based on this."
He curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and the suddenly brightened projection made him couldn't help but shift his gaze. The next moment, President Pasta let out a cry of extreme surprise: "My God, what is that!"
Before he finished speaking, the dilapidated holy light barrier in the projection suddenly became complete, and even they felt the terrifying light that was so intense and lethal through a screen. And the Digimon army at the scene felt...
Deeper.
Hundreds of panting Digimon were completely dumbfounded as they looked at the Holy Light Barrier that suddenly became complete.
Even the perfect blood-sucking monsters didn't dare to stand still and take the attack they just made. As a result, this attack, which can even hurt the ultimate body, was blocked by a female human being. Looking at the current situation, it can actually come again.
once?
"Damn, damn, damn!" The little demon beast that had just dug itself out of the hot crystal looked at the murderous barrier in the distance and almost fainted from fright.
He is originally a Digimon classified as a virus-type demon that is extremely sensitive to light attributes and hates it. Just by looking up at the rich holy light, he knew what the woman opposite was preparing to do.
"Run, why are you still standing there, you idiots, hurry up and run away!" After saying this, the little demon beast turned his head without thinking, followed the place he dug and buried himself under the crystal again.
Digimon such as Devilmon and Evildramon, which were already restrained by the light attribute, had dispersed long ago without even being reminded by Devilmon. Most of the smarter Digimon were a little confused after being reminded, but thanks to
The little demon beast is at the vampire demon beast
Due to their status, they obediently chose to separate. Only those with inconvenient legs and feet, and a stupid guy like the mammoth beast, reacted a step slower. When they were about to separate, Joan of Arc, who was kneeling on one knee outside the church door, suddenly pulled out the penis.
The flag gun on the ground suddenly waved forward.
The next moment, the holy light that had once again condensed into a barrier in the sky above the church suddenly collapsed, like a dam that burst. The holy light behind him fell surgingly, and the huge waves of pure white light hit the ground and collapsed instantly.
The crystals within a hundred meters range were shattered.
boom!
The pouring holy light made the Pope seem to see a world-destroying flood, his ears rumbling, and the entire world seemed to be left with only this raging sea of light.
During the roar, the Holy Light was scattered in all directions, and the Digimon that reacted a little slower had no time to escape before they were swept away by the huge wave of Holy Light and rolled away very far away.
Being soaked in the holy light, the Digimon seemed to be thrown into sulfuric acid. Thick smoke continued to emit from their bodies, and burnt spots continued to appear.
"Damn it, why would I want to hide under there? It's over, it's over!" The little demon beast hiding under the crystal looked at the holy light seeping into its hiding place through the gap, with a panicked look on its face.