Chapter 712 The Death of Glory

  Power Raphael.

The illusory power of blurring, the new pope once used this power to constantly erode the evangelical church, and finally usurped the position of the pope. Perhaps it was due to fate. In this same Holy Night, as the loyal of the new pope Followers, Anthony also embarked on the same path.

  Under the pressure of the soul-returning corpses, the Templar knights were defeated. Fear and erosion affected their minds, trying to drag them into the darkness. At this time, a savior was needed to stand up and become the spiritual pillar of everyone.

  The new pope and Seni Lotaire are the spiritual pillar and the savior, and everyone is calling for his arrival.

  But Anthony is different from them. As the only person who knows the truth, he knows the ending of Seni Lotaire. No matter how religiously they pray, the new pope can no longer respond to them.

  He thinks it shouldn’t be like this...everything shouldn’t be like this.

  Pious faith should be rewarded. The sacrifice of blood and iron should also get what they deserve. If the so-called **** does not exist, then Anthony will respond to them.

This is the final performance. The secret blood broke through the threshold. Anthony's body began to deform, his body was like an angry beast, and his scarlet flesh was tight, but all of this was covered by the illusion created by power, and he was clothed in smooth and clean. The robe is like a burning torch in people's eyes.

  The power has been extended to the limit. This will be a gentle deception that will deceive everyone into the dream weaved by Anthony.

   "Go forward!"

  Anthony swung his long sword, and the demon hunters who followed him attacked again. As elites, the extraordinary power of the demon hunters once again gave the Templar knights confidence. The fireworks were intertwined, and the iron armor collided with the iron armor.

  Just like the sculpture on the gate of heaven, the burning angel and the bloodthirsty demon fought together, and the steel rudely tore the flesh and blood, cutting off all the red threads.

  Anthony walked forward, holding a flag in one hand, and swaying vigorously.

   "Defend the Kingdom of Heaven!"

  He yelled, every time he hissed, there was a fiery burning sensation in his internal organs. The secret blood eroded his will and corrupted his spirit, but he knew that this was not the time to stop.

  Anthony strode forward and opened the way. There is no need to hide anything at this time. He is the savior, the fire that burns the darkness.

  The holy flame ignited from under his body, igniting the long sword and flag in his hand, and he marched forward with the scorching sun on his back, holding aloft the torch that illuminates all things.

This is just like a scene that only appears in mythology. Under the blurred illusion, in the eyes of the Templar knights, the new pope is advancing loudly, and the holy fireworks are held by him. The enemy fell apart.

Most Templar knights have difficulty understanding everything right now, such as these **** monsters and the more difficult soul-returning corpses. To them, this is more like a nightmare and reality overlap. Unconsciously, they have already Came into another world.

  This world is full of extraordinary power, and the common sense of human cognition has been completely broken, and it has become vague and strange.

In such a world, it is extremely difficult to maintain rational thinking, and now that the new Pope’s soldiers are coming from the sky, for them, there is no need to worry too much, as long as they follow this light and tear down the enemies along the way. , Everything else can be explained by God’s response.

  The ignorant belief exudes the last afterglow at this moment, and then stepped down from its throne in dignity, and handed over the dominance of the world to steel and gunpowder.

  The battle roar shook the sky.

  The defeated formation regrouped. Everyone watched the flag-waving fireworks, and bursts of roaring cannons erupted, razing the obstacles in the way to the ground.

  Everyone became relaxed this time, morale reached its peak, and they were like an unstoppable torrent, grabbing their ground from the hands of the demons and the soul-returning corpses.

   First, a round of bullet rain attacked, and most of the demons fell down. Only the soul-returning corpses still stood upright, and these soul-returning corpses were quickly hit by the demon hunters.

  These extraordinary demon hunters wander in the shadow of the battlefield, aiming at these menacing soul-returning corpses.

  Under the cooperation between the mortal and the demon hunter, the battlefield fell under Anthony's control again, and he did not stop his pace and continued to move forward.

  There is not much time left for Anthony. With the critical breakthrough, the secret blood is completely released, like burning lava rolling in his body, his body becomes light, but his will is heavy.

  It is reasonable to say that after stepping into the demonization, Anthony can persist for a while, but maintaining such a wide range of power influence is still too difficult for him, and therefore he has asked for more power from the dark.

  Any request, there must be a price.

  The heavy price bound Anthony, like an arm that broke out of the ground, grabbing him tightly, trying to drag him into hell.

   "Sure to win!"

   Anthony shouted, resisting the heavy pressure, and then a wave of sound rushed towards him.

   "Sure to win!"

  They chanted forward, like sending them to death, plunged into the battlefield, and quickly killed those weird and abominable existences.

  Anthony played a role. Using him as the hub, Anthony successfully connected other people. The army was invincible, not only regaining the position, but even showing signs of faintly counterattacking the seven hills.

  The artillery fire rang in unison, intertwined with the fireworks of the witch hunters, like falling stars, smashing the city gate.

  Amidst the rolling smoke, this city gate that has been held for an unknown number of years can no longer be maintained. With the violent shaking, the fissures become larger and larger, and even collapse and collapse.

Between the dust and sparks, the boulder collapsed, broke and crushed one by one, crushing large swaths of monsters into flesh and blood, and blood flowed into rivers. Templar knights cheered and stepped into the ruins. The demons walking in the city slashed and slashed.

   Mortals are fragile, facing the monsters alone, their chances of winning are extremely low, but when they are in groups, when they are no longer isolated and helpless, the torrent of torrents devours the monsters, leaving only a piece of flesh and bones.

  This is good, but not good enough.

  Anthony knows that no matter how many demons are killed, they will eventually come back. Only by cutting off the roots of all this can this dark destiny be terminated.

  So are they capable of ending all this?

  Anthony didn’t know, but he knew that most people didn’t even have the ability to walk into the Temple of Silence, even if he did, not to mention that his life had already entered the countdown at this moment.

   Feeling the gradual changes in the body, the consciousness became more and more muddy, and in the ear, the whispers became clearer, as if they were hovering in their ears.

  【It makes no sense. 】

  The voice said to Anthony.

  【You gave them hope, but your death will make them fall completely into darkness. 】

   Scarlet eyes teasing, mortal stubbornness, mortal sacrifice, mortal deception... everything is meaningless in its eyes.

In the long life of the unspeakable, all this happening right now is only a short moment for it. Such a moment has experienced a lot. In terms of threat, this is just what it has experienced. One of the unclear battles is not even worth remembering.

  It is the end of the road to sublimation, a completely high existence, the source of chaos and disorder.

  Anthony ignored it, he just quickened his pace, passed one Templar knight after another, and stepped into the battlefield.

   "Under the crown!"

  Someone exclaimed, worrying about Anthony, but soon the sharp sword easily slashed one body after another, and there were fireworks, and Anthony was like a **** of war, easily chopping down large swarms of monsters.

  For normal, he may not be able to do it, but now Anthony has made a critical breakthrough and stepped into the demonization, he has never been stronger.

   "Sure to win!"

   Anthony just roared stubbornly, waved the burning flag, and transmitted the hot fireworks to the other demons, witnessing them being burned into empty shells.

  Step into the ruins, step into the city, the familiar holy city is no longer, replaced by the burning hell.

  The pace of the attack slowed down, and Anthony stopped, coughed a few times in pain, and vomited a large amount of blood.

  【What's next? What will you do next? 】

  The voice continued to laugh.

  [Think about it, the great pope has fallen into an out-of-control demon... It’s such a beautiful sight, I can already smell the fear and despair. 】

   "No..."

  Anthony whispered.

  【What? 】

   "You are...false."

  Anthony turned his head and saw it in nothingness.

  "You are chaos and disorder. You have no wisdom at all. Everything you have is acting only by instinct."

  Anthony laughed presumptuously.

"Yes, such a powerful and noble existence, for you, "rational", "emotion", "strategy", all of this is a burden! So you are not communicating with me, you are just inducing Me."

  Anthony talked with nothingness, he seemed a little helpless, as if complaining about why he didn't think of this earlier.

   "Erosion will magnify the darkness in our hearts and conquer our will from within."

  He narrowed his eyes, and saw what it looked like from a piece of nothingness. It was another person himself, another Anthony with crimson eyes.

  Anthony smiled, and moved his gaze contemptuously. Then the emptiness figure shattered, and the whispers in his ear disappeared, leaving only the clear wind resounding.

  His heart is as quiet as water, nothing can interfere with him anymore.

  And then...and then decide your own ending.

  Anthony looked to the side, Sweeney has been following him closely, this old guy has regained his youth, with extraordinary strength, and has left countless corpses along the way.

   "I need to die in battle, a glorious death in battle."

  Anthony said to Sweeney coldly.

  "My death cannot be the source of your defeat. Instead, it will become your anger. I need to let my death inspire your morale until you get rid of them."

  Sweeney was a little dazed, but he looked at Anthony, suddenly showing a dazed expression, and then his eyes were a little lost and muttered.

   "Is that so?"

  In this hellish battlefield, the sense of existence of reason is very thin. Under the passionate emotions and anger, the loopholes of lies will be easily ignored, until you calm down at a certain moment, you will gradually realize that everything is unreasonable.

   Regarding what happened right now, Sweeney realized later that it was a lie.

  But Sweeney didn't struggle for too long. He didn't know who the man in disguise was in front of him, but the "new pope" did revitalize the legion, which was enough.

   "I remember, you demon hunters are so-called out of control."

   "Yes, I am about to lose control," Anthony replied, "All miracles have costs to deal with."

   "You will become like those monsters, won't you? I encountered it in the night of Saint Prophet."

   "Well, so I need a glorious death to inspire the final morale, not become your enemy and become the beginning of a rout."

  Anthony’s voice was calm, he was not at all emotional about his death.

  "You are the leader of the group, you need to take other people to avenge me and the death under the crown."

  Anthony stepped up again, carrying the burning flag in one hand and the long sword in the other. He ignored Sweeney’s reaction and just strode forward.

  He could feel that in the dense smoke, something abominable and evil was approaching. This breath was so familiar, like an opponent who had once fought, crawling back from the darkness again.

   "That was a good opponent and a good ending."

  Anthony muttered to himself.

Stride forward, and at the same time the thick smoke and dust are also torn apart, scratching the bricks on the ground and the buildings on both sides of the street, easily crushing them, holding the hard bricks in your hands, and then working hard. Toss.

  The screams and crashes continued for an instant, and the sturdy arm was like a catapult. The bricks shattered and disintegrated as they passed at high speed, turning into dense rainstorms.

  The smashed people in front of the team turned their backs on their horses. The flesh and blood body was shattered under the masonry, with broken limbs and internal organs scattered, and the corpses were all over the field.

The burning one hundred heads looked like a blazing sun. It came out and caught in Anthony's eyes. At this moment, the one hundred headed monsters are much bigger than before. It seems that during this period of time, it dismembered a lot of corpses and dismembered them. Pieced together stitched on his body.

  The huge body presses everyone's mind. The Templar knights in the front are almost all killed by rocks. Those who survived by chance also watched this monster beyond imagination with fear.

  Hundreds of poems are filled with flames, like a giant melting pot.

  In panic, the blazing white figure crossed the Templar knights, Anthony held the flag and waved his sword, and made the final charge towards the hundred monsters.

  The secret blood rushes and burns, and the false hallucinations are also performing the final performance at this moment.

  The body surface was distorted and deformed, and sharp bones pierced the flesh and blood. In the eyes of the Templar knights, a white, rolling fire emerged from the back of the new pope, woven into burning wings, like a **** who was born.

  (End of this chapter)