Pulling Out The Gun Of St. Jolanginus, I Decided To Keep A Low Profile

"Adam, you go down first, I'm going to start performing the god descending technique."

"God's descent?"

"Well, a trace of the summoner's power merged with me."

After speaking, Gregory IX waved his hand and sent Ye Yan back to the ground.

"Lord! Your most loyal servant prays to you, let me send down a little strength to help the Messianic Church overcome this difficulty!"

Gregory IX prayed solemnly, but he just uttered word by word, using a mysterious language that he had never heard before.

Every time one more syllable was uttered, the aura on Gregory IX's body became stronger and stronger until it finally became as if he wanted to surpass this world.

No, to be precise, it should be the world's instinct to reject His Majesty the Pope.

Ye Yan thought of [Don't bother me if nothing] said before that the current rules of the world can only accommodate demigods, and finally understood.

If it weren't for the suppression of the world, with the sliver of God's power summoned by the divine descent technique, His Majesty the Pope alone would be able to blow up this star.

"God said: This star should not exist in this world!"

Gregory IX pointed at half of the dark red stars that had appeared from the summoning circle in the sky, and spoke the verdict on the stars in a loud voice.

This time it was in the language recorded in the Bible—Hebrew.

But after speaking, the tone became more and more difficult and obscure, and he had to do his best every time he uttered a syllable.

Finally, after finishing the last syllable, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was so sluggish in an instant.

As soon as the words fell, countless rays of light appeared between the sky and the earth in an instant, as if rendering the world into a piece of white, and bombarded the dark red star that covered the sky and the sun.

After contending against the light for a few seconds, the law barrier surrounding the entire star finally couldn't hold on anymore. It shattered into pieces and then disappeared.

The endless rays of light that consumed most of the power fell on the surface of the star, continuously bombarding deep pits one after another.

It didn't finally disappear until part of the dark red star was worn away.

Gregory IX staggered from mid-air to Ye Yan's side, and said in a difficult tone:

"I've done my best, and it's up to you, Matilda, and you will give the orders."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Are the twelve seraphim-level particle-accelerated orbital guns ready?"

Matilda raised the bracelet on her left wrist, a virtual light curtain was projected, and asked with a cold expression.

"It has been warmed up and is ready to launch at any time."

"Is the angel trial released by the cardinals and high-ranking nuns ready?"

"It's ready."

"Is the joint strike technique of the Ascetic Brotherhood ready?"

"Don't worry, the old man is already ready."

Only then did Ye Yan realize that the entire Ascetic Brotherhood had assembled into a phalanx under the leadership of the chief.

The position of each ascetic monk has a special meaning, faintly forming a mysterious formation.

"Is the Knights Templar's joint attack ready?"

"The Knights Templar are ready."

Matilda was silent for a moment, then said immediately:

"Your Majesty, I request that all the elemental fission bombs of the Holy See and the experimental elemental fusion bombs under development be launched together."

"Okay, I agree."

"Try to have all the attacks land in the same place and give Adam a chance to hit the final blow."

"No, I'm so important?"

"This is a star soaked in the blood of the true god. Only by penetrating its star core can it be cracked. The gun of St. Jolanginus is the best choice, otherwise it can only be filled with life."

"I also discovered it during the attack. Also, let all the clergy of the Holy See prepare to collect as much as possible the astral fragments left on the earth. This is an excellent precious resource. The Holy See this One loss is too great, and we need the wreckage of this star to make up for the loss."

"Remember, the believers of the Holy See are the fundamental ones. We must make up for the losses of believers in this disaster, and don't let resentment grow in their hearts."

"This is the fault of our Messianic religion, that we did not protect them well."

"Yes, Your Majesty, we know."

Gregory IX spoke a lot intermittently, but his voice became softer and weaker.

Everyone looked sad, and their eyes were red as they watched His Majesty the Pope, who was held in high esteem in the hearts of people all over the world, getting weaker and weaker.

"Next, the Holy Cult of Messiah will be handed over to you, and I can finally take a good rest!"

Gregory IX closed his eyes slightly, a smile slowly appeared on his old face, and his breath disappeared completely.

"Messiah! May the Lord have mercy!"

Everyone drew a sign of the cross on their chests and mourned in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, His Majesty's body began to slowly become transparent, turning into countless scattered light spots, and finally dissipated into the heaven and earth.

Clang...clang...clan...clan...clan...clan...clan...

The ancient bell towers all over Rome rang one after another, and a total of seven grand and distant bells rang, resounding throughout Rome.

Most young Romans are a little confused, wondering where the seven grand bells come from?

Only some octogenarians suddenly burst into tears, because they had heard the seven bells more than a hundred years ago, when the current Pope succeeded to the Pope.

Unexpectedly, they could still hear the seven bells in their lifetime.

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