Summer Holy Palace, as a holy city built by successive popes of the Catholic Church, one of the three major Christian denominations.
Its sacredness is second only to Jerusalem.
It is always equipped with a large army.
But now it has reached a critical juncture.
The sound of fighting echoed through the palace.
Continuous battles.
More than half of John XII's most elite knights have been injured.
Even the powerful, authoritative Pope, a woman of power, is now covered in wounds.
Her close-fitting robes were stained black and red with blood.
Hot blood flowed from the terrible wound on her arm.
Still, the same thing.
Even though John XII is a [Hero].
She is only one person.
But she is facing 60 Demonic Giant Force warriors, 60 [Semi-Heroes] wielding [Mass-produced Treasures].
The Demonic Giant Force warriors coordinate seamlessly.
They slowly drain John XII's remaining strength.
She holds her staff, blood splattering constantly, her heart remains steadfast, and she shouts loudly.
“For God!”
With her roar, powerful energy surged, sweeping around her.
This is the power of the [Hero] bloodline. Under this mighty force.
Several Demonic Giant Force warriors who failed to dodge were thrown away.
But soon, more demon warriors rushed forward.
She holds her staff and knocks away the demons in front of her.
The silver white robe creates a strong contrast with the fierce battlefield.
It makes John XII stand out in this area.
Naturally, it also becomes the target of all the Demonic Giant Force warriors.
Poof.
A knight in front of her was cut in half at the waist by a huge blade, blood and entrails splattered on the ground like they were worthless.
.....
Tramp, tramp, tramp—
The situation inside Summer Holy Palace is becoming increasingly desperate.
All the bishops cowered in fear, showing no sign of their former arrogance.
But at this moment, they suddenly heard the clear sound of many boots stomping on the stone road.
Ning Cuo, wearing the robes of the Catholic Church.
Riding on a red rabbit.
Followed by a large number of Battania Vowsworn.
He surrounded the entire palace.
He seemed like a last hope.
The bishops, who had been cowering in the corner, all scrambled over to him.
Although John XII also saw this scene.
Her eyes still contained deep disdain.
She even examined Ning Cuo and the legion he brought.
She shook her head secretly.
If it were ordinary times, this force would be good.
But now.
It's just more lives to be lost.
Although she knew this.
But John XII didn't say a word.
On the contrary, these bishops were very excited.
Ning Cuo was about to speak.
He heard an urgent command.
“Ning Cuo priest, take your people to block these demons, buy us time to escape.”
“Give us your horse, we can't die here!”
“We are bishops! Now is the time for you to dedicate yourself to God!”
Why does this sound so familiar?
Ning Cuo was suddenly a little astonished. Wasn't this what he used to bluff others with?
Damn, it was actually used on him?
He looked down and instantly laughed.
Hey, isn't this Bishop Hilde?
No wonder he can't tell the difference between a jack and a king.
At this point, he still dares to bark?
He doesn't even look at the situation.
He put on a warm smile.
But his whip suddenly rose high.
The sound of breaking air howled.
By the time everyone reacted.
Ning Cuo had raised his hand and looked at the whip in front of him.
Blood dripped slowly down the whip, with some flesh still clinging to it.
He nodded.
This must have been very painful!
“Ah, ah, ah! My face! My face!”
Hilde hugged his head and rolled on the ground, his shrill screams echoed through the palace.
Unfortunately, it didn't last a few seconds.
Then there was a bang.
The scream stopped instantly.
Because Tol's giant sword, rushing from behind, had crushed his skull.
It happened too quickly.
So that a strange silence formed in the palace now.
He looked around.
Ning Cuo half-raised his head, making a small person gesture.
“Your Holiness John XII, you should know the situation now, right?”
“These enemies are definitely not something you can resist.”
“And I brought the help of the Roman Emperor Nero, as long as you are willing to give me the position of Pope, I can guarantee the safety of everyone here.”
“Nero will personally deal with these demons, what do you think?”
Nero.
This name instantly brought hope of life to everyone.
That’s right, Pope John XII can't win, but Nero's strength is several times stronger than hers.
As long as Nero is willing to help.
Then there is a possibility for all of them to survive.
Just thinking about it.
These bishops, who had just survived relying on John XII, instantly showed their more hideous faces.
“Your Holiness John XII, you know the situation well, you have failed.”
“Anyway, you don't have the papal staff, your ascension is not recognized by God.”
“Hurry up and agree, are you going to watch us all die?”
The shrill voices echoed constantly.
John XII, as one of the parties involved, remained silent, but her trembling body was enough to show how angry she was.
He nodded secretly.
Ning Cuo doesn't have that much time to hesitate, every second wasted will create more problems.
A Demonic Giant Force warrior, covered in muscles, leaped into the air under the terrified gaze of everyone.
He cut the nearest bishop in half.
The bright red blood further stimulated the senses of those who remained.
These high and mighty bishops couldn't even stand steady.
They all collapsed and cursed continuously.
Even if John XII agreed, Nero wouldn't be able to get here for a while!
However, the next second, everyone was stunned.
Ning Cuo just casually waved his hand.
As if the attacking enemy was not the demon who had just slaughtered the four directions, but some insignificant little character.
The Demonic Giant Force warrior was actually blown away by this light wave.
His body turned into a stream of light and instantly crossed half of the palace.
He crashed heavily against the wall and slowly slid down, his life or death unknown.
It wasn't until the sound of his body falling to the ground that the silent spell was broken.
All the bishops stared blankly at Ning Cuo, riding on his red rabbit.
Their eyes were filled with excitement and confusion.
Ning Cuo is also a [Hero]?
And a stronger [Hero] than John XII!
He can actually solve these demons so easily.
Since this is the case, is it just a matter of the Pope's position?
As long as it can keep them alive.
Why wouldn't John XII give it to him?
This woman can't protect them!
She doesn't deserve to be the Pope of the Catholic Church!