Pirate Kingship

Time returns to daytime on October 30th.

Saint Isabella, the Unsullied, who was anxiously awaiting the results of the National War, was suddenly summoned urgently by Pope Francis IV and had to be teleported to St. Peter's Cathedral through her Vientiane Palace.

When she arrived, the Pope said nothing. He just summoned all the saints and cardinals to silently pray for the Armada in the auditorium.

Isabella could only temporarily suppress her doubts, and with a big belly about to give birth, she knelt in front of the huge silver cross with other church leaders.

Time flies until the last ray of twilight disappears in the evening.

Isabella, who was immersed in devout prayer and unaware of the passage of time, suddenly felt someone tapping her shoulder. When she looked up, she saw the Pope standing next to her.

His voice was a little deep:

"Son, I have something important to tell you."

He waved his hand and motioned for Isabella, whose expression changed, to follow him.

The two people walked to a private worship room nearby.

The moment the door closed, Isabella heard the Pope who had fallen behind her unconsciously say a bomb-like news:

"Your husband Fernando II has been killed in battle, and the Armada has been routed."

"What???"

After the Queen of the Pyrenees Empire exclaimed, her mind went blank and her body froze in place.

Before she could ask for details, out of the corner of her eye she saw a ray of black light emitting from the Pope's fingertips and suddenly hitting her.

"you"

The pope wearing the triple crown was comparable to a demigod, and he suddenly attacked her while she was distracted. Isabella fell to the ground without any resistance at all.

Francis IV stretched out his hand to support Her Majesty the Queen in advance, picked her up by the waist, and placed her on the wooden bed in the room.

An old hand with skin like tree bark gently caressed Isabella's flawless and tender cheek like a baby.

The pope's originally kind eyes were full of hatred and greed:

“Fernando is dead, and my efforts to suppress the First Empire on which the sun never sets and gain greater power have been in vain.

My path to climb the ‘Creation Mountain’ can only stop here, and I will never have the chance to continue climbing to the top of the mountain as I expected.

This also made me finally understand the truth, two birds in the forest are worse than one in the hand.

In the past, perhaps I was pursuing perfection too much and wanted to be the best in everything, but I was at a loss under Byron Lancaster's offensive and lost St. Matthew's, St. Peter's and Fernando's successively.

With my position as Pope, I could have held the ceremony directly.

Even if I am promoted through the lowest level of ritual, as long as I become a fallen angel, killing Byron Lancaster will be as easy as killing a chicken!

I have seen through the eyes of Saint Peter that the ability he displayed is stronger than the ordinary [Crown], but there is nothing to be afraid of.

When I kill him, you can be my queen.

Fernando died fighting for me, and I will treat you as my wife and raise your children as my biological children. "

Looking at the queen's swollen belly, the 70-year-old man's face was indeed full of kindness, and he did not lie to Isabella.

Although the child is not Francis IV's, the pope has an inexplicable affection for the unborn child, looking at him as if he is looking at "himself".

After hesitating for a moment, he took out the zero-level holy relic [Holy Grail] that he kept and fed the silver liquid inside into Isabella's mouth.

At the Last Supper, the Son and his 11 disciples who had not betrayed drank from a cup of red wine that symbolized his blood.

This holy relic has no lethality, but it has the power to bring people back to life!

If it is usually enshrined on the altar, it can slowly absorb the hearts and wishes of believers to condense the "divine blood". It can be revived within seven days after death. It is ineffective for people who die of old age.

But the cup was so badly damaged that it took ten years to condense a small sip.

This time I fed all the stock to Isabella, which was equivalent to feeding it to her child.

Then she cut her wrist and refilled the incomplete [Holy Grail] with the blood of her [Unsullied One], which could repel all contamination, as her key ritual prop.

With a final touch on her wound, her white wrist was immediately intact, and Isabella looked even better than before the bloodletting.

The Pope couldn't hold back his thoughts. He took Saint Isabella's hand and kissed the back of her hand gently:

"Isabella, when you were born, I personally baptized you, made you an archbishop, presided over your wedding, and crowned you with a crown.

Now, I am willing to pay the last concubine tax as a priest for you. "

After doing all this, he held the Holy Grail and turned back to the Papal Palace Auditorium, which is the most splendid and solemn of all the churches of the Creator in the material world.

He wants to complete his final degradation ceremony in this most sacred place.

Subsequently, all the residents in the city were summoned and according to the custom of "Night of the Dead", the entire sacred and solemn city was decorated into a ghost town.

No one knew why they did this, and no one dared to ask the clergy around them.

Then they, regardless of gender, men or women, old or young, gathered in seven squares where religious activities are held on weekdays.

There isn't much else in the City of Seven Hills, but there are many places used for ceremonies.

There are seven hills scattered in the city, including Palatine, Capitoline, Esquiline and Aventine, and each hill is dotted with squares, churches, temples and synagogues.

There were millions of people living here at its peak, but now there are hundreds of thousands of people scattered among them, and it doesn't seem crowded at all.

These Orthodox believers are led by the clergy of the direct orders under the command of the major saints, starting from the first hill, Palatine, and lining up in order to the seventh hill, Aventine Papal Palace, which is the highest.

There are at least tens of thousands of people kneeling beside each hill.

Buzz——!

Seven layers of [Silver Law] are opened, and each layer corresponds to a hill here, turning them into unshakable walls.

Everyone followed the clergy and kept repeating a passage from the Gospel of Creation:

"How have you fallen from heaven, O bright star, son of the morning? How have you been cut down to the ground, you who have defeated the nations?

You have said in your heart: I will ascend to heaven; I will exalt my throne above the stars of God; I will sit on the mount of the assembly.

But you will be brought down to the underworld, to the depths of the pit."

The Pope listened to the chanting that echoed throughout the Seven Hills City and nodded with satisfaction.

Since the end of falling from the sky is to go to the underworld, then when the door to the edge of the world of "Night of the Dead" is open, the difficulty of falling from the Creation Mountain must be the least.

After falling from the Creation Mountain to the world of the dead, it is just right to take back the mythical battleship [Noah's Ark] from the Mother of Monsters and continue the plan of plundering the resources of the material world to escape from the Lodian Era.

This plan is simply perfect.

Bang!

The pope waved his hand again and opened the zero-level holy relic [Golden Ark of the Covenant], which served as the core of the law, and threw the [Holy Word Stone] inside, which was a covenant between man and God and engraved with the Ten Commandments, aside like garbage.

He put in the [King Solomon's Key], which recorded the covenant between man and the 72 demon gods.

This blasphemous magic book has been stained black and red by the blood of countless innocent believers during this period, and the countless blood lines that spread out have climbed onto the [Silver Law] like parasitic vines.

As it fell into the Ark of the Covenant, the legal network covering the entire Silver Continent began to be gradually stained bloody by it. ,

The ceremony began.

Francis IV waved to the saints and cardinals again:

"You go too, each stationed on the seven hills. In the future, you will all become my followers and gain eternity."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Of the seven saints at the beginning of Orthodoxy, St. Peter and St. Matthew died in battle, and now there are five left: St. John, St. Simon, St. Lucia, St. Andrew, and St. William.

It just happens to form an inverted pentagram - the seal of King Solomon.

Originated from the strange seal ring that King Solomon wore on his hand that could drive the devil, it can guide people's spirit downward and assist in depravity.

Soon, the five saints took their positions, and the portals between the material world and the edge of the world opened.

All kinds of ghosts and evil spirits instantly filled this ancient religious city that had been purified by holy light for more than a thousand years.

The believers who were still praying devoutly according to the requirements of the clergy were gradually surrounded by shrill sobs and dirty blood.

Some people could not hold on any longer. Some of the weakest and the sick gradually melted into the bloody air, leaving only a piece of clothing on the ground.

But some believers who were either strong or had spiritual potential suddenly exuded blood and sulfur, and in the blink of an eye they fell into various demon species.

They turned their heads and killed the living people around them.

There were more and more demons in the crowd, and fewer and fewer living people.

The space where the Seven Hills City was located began to be separated from the material world and slowly transformed into a demigod's kingdom.

Although Byron thought that at least a child could ask for candy on the "Night of the Dead", the ghosts and monsters that surrounded him had obviously passed their expiration date.

But he didn't want to alert the owner of this place as soon as he sneaked in.

The shadow under his feet spread, and the ghosts and monsters around him just noticed the sound of water, and they were all dragged into the bottom of the Styx by the bloody hands stretched out from the water.

Before the screams of fear came out of their throats, they all stopped abruptly.

His Majesty Saint Byron at least has a part-time job as [Pluto Osiris] in the Corridor of Truth. There is no such thing as a ghost or a rule that can control him.

Even if it is just a fifth-level Night Demon King who mixes in with these ghosts, he must be at least a ghost king.

This decadent city of seven hills seems to be the home of the Orthodox Church, but it should be his home!

Ghosts scare ghosts, scare ghosts to death.

Even if he used a tricky method to let Byron, the main god, collect the "fear aura" on his behalf, Edward's life box was quietly filled with most of it.

Then Byron and Amita each transformed into a classic image of [Night Demon] in various bizarre legends.

Wearing a dress inside and a black cloak like bat wings outside.

With the help of [Fraud] and [Assassination] priests, no one can see their flaws except the demigods or the Pope.

As expected, no one from the wandering ghosts nearby came to them for candy.

Then they turned into two afterimages and headed straight for the first hill, Palatino.

The logbook helped Byron read the rules of the secret realm. The kingdom of God was taking shape. If he didn't want to be hung on the hook like Ishtar, the goddess of Venus, he had to climb up the shortest hills one by one to reach the seventh floor of the Pope's Palace.

The two had just arrived at the gate of the first hill, and before they could pass through the bloodstained bronze gate and step into the square filled with a strong smell of blood.

The stealthy footsteps of some quadrupedal animal came from behind the door, and then a strange creature walked out of the thick shadow.

It looked like a large hound without skin.

There were only white bones left on its head, and two spots of scarlet appeared in the empty eye sockets. On the bloody body behind it, there were seven or eight tumor-like human faces slowly crawling.

Byron knew it, it was a lower-level dog demon of the demon species.

It was formed by the corruption of those humans who only knew how to obey power and did not know how to resist, and it seemed that it had eaten seven or eight living people and was promoted to the low-sequence second-level professional level.

Then, seventeen or eighteen dog demons with several times smaller bodies rushed out from behind the door.

Some went straight to Byron and Amita, while others turned around and bit the large dog demon at the beginning.

The logbook in Byron's right eye was smudged with ink:

"Under the Skyfall Ceremony of the Creation Mountain, everything is falling.

At this time, the City of Seven Hills is shrouded in the law of the [Solomon Code], and devouring each other to improve the rank has become a very reasonable rule, in line with the truth of 'all things return to one'.

These demon species can quickly advance by devouring each other here, without any side effects.

For the old gods who have converted to the source sea, chaos is the ultimate of the universe.

Those families who win in the fight will climb up layer by layer and become the families of the saints and Pope Francis IV, and worship devoutly in front of them."

When Byron saw this, he finally realized:

"The fall of the pope and the saints is not true. The fall of the gods is not to steal the power of the demigod of [Arrogant Morning Star Lucifer] through the fall ritual.

Just like the 35th generation of the Assassins sent the old man in the mountains to seize the power of [Dark God].

But the Dark God has long fallen, and Lucifer is still alive. Maybe there are other incarnations of the priesthood who have come to the material world.

You are even more arrogant than Lucifer to eat the gods as mortals!

It can only be said that the ignorant are fearless.

Amita, speed up, let's kill them directly. "

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will be your pioneer."

The two of them no longer held back and activated the [Blood Fighting Method]. The blood light in their palms turned into two thin swords. The man and the sword became one, one in front and one behind, and rushed forward.

The two scarlet sword lights circled lightly in the dog group, leaving a pile of torn flesh and blood on the spot, and the long river of blood followed, leaving nothing on the ground.

Along the way, demons were killed, ghosts were killed, and demons, weird and evil spirits were all easily cut into two parts.

Most of the lower-level families were non-human demons, such as spiders, snakes, dogs, and bone demons.

When they arrived at the core church where a saint, St. William, was in charge, more advanced humanoid demons finally appeared.

The weapons in their hands were also varied, mostly heavy weapons such as war hammers, flails, and giant swords.

Most of these were the original Orthodox clergy.

The two people relied on the [Fraud] and [Assassination] priesthoods to blend in, and they looked inconspicuous.

Soon, St. William, one of the five saints, was seen sitting on the altar that should have been dedicated to the Son of God.

His momentum was obviously much stronger than that of St. Matthew and St. Peter, who had not experienced the baptism of the Falling Ritual, and he had already begun the promotion to the fifth-order pseudo-god level with the help of the Falling Heaven Ritual.

The mythical form has changed greatly. The lower body is a bird, the upper body is a human, but it has four heads of a cow, a human, a lion and an eagle, and two pairs of wings behind it.

All four faces are full of arrogance.

The most distinctive characteristic of [Arrogant Morning Star Lucifer], the "arrogance" of the seven deadly sins, is fully reflected.

He does not prohibit the demons who win in the fight from continuing to climb to higher levels. As long as they can kill and eat an opponent in the melee, they can get a pass.

Strangely, whenever Saint William looks at those families who choose to continue to climb up, his face will show a hint of ill intentions and gloating.

Byron hesitated:

"Should I kill him here?"

This idea was dispelled in an instant.

If they just hide in those families and make small moves, it's okay, but if they attack the saint directly, they will be discovered by the Pope 100%.

Living people are not just waiting for the brave to come and attack the boss at the end of the level. If there is any disturbance, they will probably be attacked by the crowd immediately.

The key now is to kill the Pope who is the core of the ritual. As long as he is killed, everything will be fine.

So Byron and Amita killed a human-shaped demon each, and then rushed to the next level from St. William.

The scene became more tragic the further you go.

In the whole holy city, the skeletons are like mountains, the endless ribs become forests, and the human hair is spread on the ground as a carpet. It is simply a hell on earth composed of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

On the side of the road, a white-haired old man has no scars on his body, only the skull is opened, and the brain is missing.

The murderer is probably some ape-like demons who love to eat brains. They believe that the old man's brain is more intelligent and more delicious;

Continuing to walk, a little girl who is probably only eight or nine years old was eaten half, and the remaining half was thrown aside.

Her golden braids are neatly combed and have a cute little shell hairpin on them, which shows that her family must love her very much.

But the blue eyes that should have been full of innocence were now empty, with no future and no family

Any believer standing outside would never believe that this place was the foot of St. Peter's Basilica.

Byron and Amitá were almost filled with murderous aura visible to the naked eye.

"Your Majesty! We..."

"Endure!"

Their goal remained unchanged, they had to kill the Pope first.

They could only suppress their murderous aura and did not kill the saints stationed on the hills behind.

Saint Lucia, whose mythological form grew into a large cluster of gorgeous flowers, each with a scarlet eye;

Saint Simon, who grew into a golden chariot with flames on the wheels.

Even though they saw these fallen saints devouring the believers who once trusted them so much, neither of them took action.

Until they met Saint John, the strongest Saint stationed on the penultimate hill, Silio.

The appearance is also very abstract, with a huge eye in the middle and seven circles full of eyes around it. There is no blind spot, and it is always watching all directions.

There are not many demons that can walk here, and they are all fourth-level mythical creatures.

The moment Amita saw St. John, she was refreshed and sent a message to Byron through the faith anchor chain:

"Your Majesty, this is the person who assassinated your client. My demigod promotion ceremony only needs his head!"

This time Byron did not let her endure it anymore, but just reminded her:

"I will kill the Pope, and you will be responsible for killing St. John.

When the time comes, work with me and drag him directly into your kingdom of God. It will be a quick battle."

"Understood."

The latter nodded vigorously and strode towards St. John.

St. John did not look at Amita, who was only "fourth-level" and posed no threat to him.

Instead, like the previous saints, he looked at Byron and another male demon who were walking towards the last floor, with a trace of gloating in his eyes.

Byron ignored this abnormality. As long as they were not targeting him, it would be a small problem if they discovered his disguise.

Just as they stepped into the Pope's Palace.

He finally understood why those saints had such expressions.

A blasphemous ceremony was taking place in the auditorium.

Black candles were burning on the table, the Eucharist was stained by human body fluids, and the zero-level holy relic chalice was filled with bright red blood.

Holy water had drowned an unbaptized newborn, and the altar was decorated with owls, bats, toads and various ominous animals.

The silver cross was placed upside down on the ground.

Pope Francis IV was not wearing any clothes, sitting on this cross with a big horse and a golden sword.

At this time, he seemed to be 30 years younger, his hair turned black, his body was particularly strong and full of strength, and he was surrounded by at least dozens of beautiful and enchanting demons, succubi, nightmare banshees, and vampires.

They were blasphemous and loving together in this solemn hall.

The silver cross under him was quickly dyed black and red.

A word popped up in Byron's mind:

"Black Mass Ritual!"

All the rituals against the Creator Church that defiled holy objects in exchange for power are classified as Black Mass.

There should be no ritual in the world that fits the word "degenerate" better than this one.

The moment he stepped into the auditorium, the male demon who came in with Byron was infected by the degenerate aura that filled the auditorium, and he "evolved" into a female succubus in the blink of an eye!

Under Byron's horrified gaze, he/she was attracted by the existence of the Pope, and couldn't help but throw himself into his arms and sit down.

Hiss——!

"This is the source of the saints' gloating."

The degenerate aura also fell on Byron, but it was completely unable to shake his [Transformation] priesthood, saving him from the tragic fate of social death.

But it also completely exposed him as an alien in front of Francis IV.

The demigod status of the [Pontifical Triple Crown] helped him see through Byron's true identity, and his face suddenly changed:

"Byron Lancaster? The City of Seven Hills is already my kingdom of God, how could you come here silently?!"

Obviously, the two people who aspire to the position of captain in the material world were a little unprepared for this unplanned king-to-king battle.

However, Francis IV, who had long hated Byron to the point of gritting his teeth, had imagined this scene countless times.

Instinctive conditioned reflex.

He suddenly raised his right hand wearing the [Fisherman's Ring] and pointed it at Byron. The [Pontifical Triple Crown] on his head emitted three bright halos, and the strong wind around him blew his hair flying. He issued the most severe sentence in a stern voice:

"I, the contemporary Pope Francis IV, excommunicate Byron Lancaster in the name of the Lord! Deprive him of the right to use the legal network!

Kneel down!"