Man on the ark, forced to become king

Even more outrageous is that this spell can be cast repeatedly!

That's so unreasonable. After one time, he immediately does it again. Doesn't he have any energy to burn?

Even the warlocks of Ursus couldn't do this!

The enemy is still outside the city, looking no weak at all, and is heading towards the Holy City.

The troops they sent out all perished in the wilderness, leaving not even a trace behind.

What will they do next to deal with that demon?

Judging from the scale of the war outside the city, if the battle were to break out inside the city, the entire holy city would be reduced to ruins!

In that case, even if they win in the end, Laterano will be essentially crippled, with a large portion of its core strength wiped out, and it may not be able to recover for the next few decades.

This is still based on the premise of winning the battle.

Before the war began, no one expected it to end like this.

"Mostima, you..."

Faced with such a dire situation, even the seasoned Pope was somewhat perplexed. He wanted to obtain more intelligence before making targeted deployments, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.

"You mean to ask if he has any weaknesses, right?"

Mostima took the initiative to speak, picking up the conversation, and shook his head slightly under everyone's gaze.

"I'm sorry, I can't answer your question."

Is it due to that Golden Law?

The Pope considered a possibility: he knew that Mostima was subject to another law, and that, like the Lateran law, it possessed extremely strong restrictive power.

If that's the case, even if Mostima wanted to say it, he probably wouldn't be able to.

No one in Lateran understood the nature and effectiveness of the law better than him.

"No, I don't have that kind of restriction. There's nothing I can't say, it's just..."

Mostima hesitated for a moment, then shook his head again: "I don't know his weakness, or rather, he has no weakness at all."

"You might not believe me if I say this."

"But in fact, the battle outside the city was far from his limit."

"If he goes all out, most of our firearms simply won't be able to break through his defenses."

"A spell that can sweep across thousands of meters of land is something that can be used casually."

"If he wanted to, his magic could probably cover the entire holy city."

“Most importantly, it is impossible for us to kill him. That possibility never existed in the first place. Cardinal Violet should understand that.”

"……Yes."

Violet, still wearing simple clothes made of energy, nodded slightly upon hearing this.

“I was originally dead, but I came back to life. That person has the power to manipulate life and death and can bring others back to life. He must have similar abilities himself.”

"This……"

The Pope remained silent, and so did all the other cardinals.

How do you fight an enemy like this?

They couldn't kill the other side, but the other side could easily destroy their army and cities.

Send a strong fighter for a one-on-one duel?

A monster that even the army's firepower cannot shake, who can fight him one-on-one?

That's simply a fantasy.

Based on what Mostima said, it seems that even if you filled the entire Lateran population, it wouldn't make a difference.

Didn't they send out any strong individuals before? The special operations team has many experts who are above average and capable of traveling alone across the world.

But that didn't work.

It wasn't that their army wasn't strong enough, nor that their warriors weren't strong enough; it was simply that the enemy they encountered was far too powerful.

The papal knights, who were capable of fighting enemies dozens of times their number, had no effect on that man with their revolvers; they were completely useless and were easily harvested like leeks.

The special operations team's special firearms can target enemy officers from a distance, but can only cause a little negligible damage.

Moreover, according to Mostima, even if a miracle occurs and they actually win, what's the use if they can't kill him?

This war was a dead end from the very beginning.

The enemy was stronger than they had imagined, and they had no way to counter them.

There is no solution; this is a proposition with no possible solution.

Before today, they never imagined that Lateran would be driven to a dead end by one person.

That kind of monster shouldn't exist in this world at all.

“Then, Mostima, are you able to get in touch with that person? I think we can talk.”

After a moment of silence, the Pope looked at Mostima and spoke slowly.

Faced with an insurmountable enemy, the best course of action is to stop the war from continuing and cut losses in time. Although it is frustrating to do so, it is not unacceptable compared to the survival of Laterano.

"Let me give it a try."

Mostima was also heartbroken. Lateran was, after all, her homeland, and she didn't want it to become a ruin.

……

Outside the city, Lin Lu stopped, looked up at the white city walls that were now clearly visible, took the golden leaf that fell from the void, and casually crushed it.

As expected, it was news of peace talks.

With Mostima, that 'traitor,' on the other side, and after another major battle, any smart person should be able to see that the situation is not good.

In this situation, the idea of ​​cutting losses in time will naturally arise.

Continuing the fight will not benefit Laterano at all. Once he enters the city, this ancient holy city will almost certainly be reduced to ruins.

But that's not what he wanted.

His goal from beginning to end was singular: to bring Laterano under the rule of the Golden Law.

If this is acceptable, then the war ends here.

He cannot accept this, and there is no need to negotiate. He will fight until Lateran is willing to submit.

The third option never existed.

However, since his wife had spoken up, he had to give her face; he couldn't let things get too ugly.

Thinking of this, Lin Lu summoned a golden leaf, inscribed the information on it, and threw it into the void.

……

slap~

The leaf shattered, and after reading the message engraved on it, Mostima felt conflicted, his lips trembling, unsure of what to say.

Lin Lu was willing to give her face, so she was naturally a little happy.

However, this "face" given... seems to be almost no different from not giving any at all.

This is very difficult.

"How about it?"

Seeing the change in her expression, the Pope knew that the matter was unlikely to succeed, but he still asked a question.

He said that if Lateran were willing to submit and accept the rule of the Golden Law, then the war could end there.

“If he’s unwilling, he’ll give Lateran a chance. If we don’t enter the Holy City, we can use any means we want, and he’ll accept them all and fight until we don’t want to fight anymore.”

Fighting until you don't want to fight anymore—is that the leisure of a strong person?

Inside the papal chamber, everyone looked at each other in silence.

These remarks were extremely arrogant, showing a complete disregard for Laterano.

However, the other party does indeed have the capability and the right to say such things.

"Submission is impossible. Lateran will not betray the sacred law, even if it means fighting to the last man."

Ultimately, it was the Pope who made the decision.

They will never surrender.

Yes, the enemy is indeed very strong, strong enough to fight against the entire Lateran single-handedly and even gain the upper hand.

But when they truly reached their wits' end, they were not without the power to resist.

It's nothing more than mutual destruction.

What others may not know, the Pope knows very well: beneath Lateran lies the essence of the law, as well as relics left over from ancient times; there lie their last means.

"Next, do as I say: gather the children together and have the special operations team escort them away from another direction."

After some contemplation, the Pope issued a decree.