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"I am coming."

The light-haired nun pushed the door open and walked in.

Her amethyst eyes met the green eyes of the Pope beneath his mask.

The nun showed a hint of surprise and joy on her face, but she didn't understand why the Pope suddenly came to her.

"Sieglie, come here."

Lanqi said to her, motioning her to close the door and come to the desk, he had something important to discuss with her.

In Lancros' timeline, Siglee was still dressed as a nun, with her long, smooth hair draped over her shoulders. She wore a close-fitting white nun's robe with silver lace on it and a purple ribbon with the Holy Trinity around her waist.

But the aura on her body was still so incredibly powerful, almost at the peak of the eighth level, and she only lacked the accumulation of the power of faith to be promoted to the ninth level.

Lanqi thought about it and it was true. Lanclos could easily subdue Lord of Blasphemy Merogas, and there was no need for Siegler to take action. She had no problem maintaining the attire of a Saint Polante believer.

"coming."

Siglei nodded, closed the door, and came to the side of the desk, standing facing Lanqi.

"She didn't even rush over to hug you."

Talia muttered in Lanqi's mind in surprise.

The Siglei in front of him was obviously more cautious towards the Pope, and she also understood that she was a mature woman and the difference between her and the Pope.

The only thing that was the same was that there was no hint of intimacy or affection in Sigley's eyes.

"Although the Lanclos line simulated by the Tiberius Mirror is not the same world line as the Shadow World, Siegler is still Siegler. Her behavior pattern should not change much, such as the way she expresses affection..."

Talia analyzed.

Talia wondered.

In the shadow world, what went wrong with her beloved daughter Sigley that made her want to get close to Lanqi whenever she saw him.

"This is normal, okay? The Sigler outside the mirror seems to have not grown mentally in twelve years. She still thinks she is a little girl. When she sees me, she wants to hug me. I am afraid that she will suddenly kiss me and I can't resist at all."

Lanqi responded helplessly with his thoughts.

"Don't worry, I'm watching with my own eyes, this kind of thing will never happen."

Talia said with extraordinary confidence.

She knew very well that Lanqi's inability to resist was literally incompetent.

But she will protect Ranchi.

"Sieglie."

Lanqi looked at the figure opposite the desk and spoke in a serious manner.

"what happened to you?"

Sieglie stared at the pupils under the mask, as if she understood something from them, her brows furrowed, and she asked worriedly.

"I have something to ask of you, and only you can help me with this."

Lanqi spoke solemnly.

……

[After explaining the matter to Sigley. ]

[You and she went their separate ways and returned to Helsharem, the capital of the Holy Polante Religious Nation...]

The sky in the capital is gloomy and low, and a heavy rain is about to come.

The towering spire of the Papal Palace in Hersharem was shrouded in darkness.

In the square, Siglei and her companions were on high alert, staring at the closed door of the hall.

Behind them were groups of Temple Knights and Inquisitors, who were flanking them from both sides.

The changes around the Papal Palace today have caught the people off guard. They can only hide at home, waiting for the possible changes in the Church of Saint Polante.

"Decades of lies must end today."

Chief Justice Elm of the Holy Court drew out his holy staff, his tone was cold and his eyes were sharp.

As Pope Lanclos' confidant, he resolutely chose to betray the Pope at this moment.

The silver-white plate armor gleamed brightly in the haze, and his figure looked dignified and upright.

Beside him, the armor of the Inquisitor of the Court of Inquisition emitted a faint red light, and the Paladin Captain's lance was already unsheathed.

"Kill Lanclos. We are not tools for his revenge."

The head of the Inquisitor growled, his voice filled with rage coming from beneath his helmet.

And the real leader, the figure holding a sword standing in front of the Pope's Hall -

She held the hilt of the sword, her purple eyes showing determination and resoluteness, her long light hair fluttering in the wind like a dazzling flag.

"The Pope has already lost himself because of the 'heart rift' left by the third ancestor Lachar. We must stop him from taking revenge on the Horning Empire. We must not let him continue to go crazy and cause a disaster. This is our responsibility and it is also to carry out the faith he once left us!"

Sigrace, the saint, shouted loudly.

"Rush!!"

The elite forces of the Church of Saint Polante roared in response.

Before he could finish his words, the door of the Pope's Hall was breached by them.

The Hersareum Papal Hall, this magnificent and solemn building, stands above the sea of ​​clouds, and one can easily overlook the panoramic view of the imperial capital through the clouds below.

It is a symbol of power and faith, the spiritual pillar of Hersharem in the years since the war began, but it is also the source of danger and the evil that conceals the truth.

The knights led by Sieglie rushed through the stairs and finally arrived at the interior of the Pope's Hall.

There was a thunderous response from the crowd.

Trumpets blew and battle robes fluttered.

Under Sieglie's command, the Royal Guards, the Knights Templar, and the Inquisition rushed into the Papal Palace in a mighty force, confronting head-on the torrent of knights guarding the Papal Palace. They were like an unstoppable army.

"You rebels, are you crazy?!"

The Pope's loyal guardian knights, who swore to defend the Pope and maintain the country's destiny, asked with their firm voices.

"You are the rebels who have abandoned their faith!"

The warriors of both sides collided with each other like a storm, and there was a deafening sound of clashing swords.

The sword flashed like snow, the gun shadows were looming, and sparks flew when armor collided.

Sieglie rushed to the front, like a Valkyrie descending to the earth.

She wielded the Holy Sword of Saint Polante in her hand and was invincible.

The Pope's guardian knights followed one after another. Her figure was graceful, sometimes rushing, sometimes jumping, and no enemy could get within a few meters of her.

The Chief Paladin and the Chief Judge followed behind Sieglee, each showing off their strengths.

The two eighth-level strongest men of the Saint Polante Church were like gods of war, killing decisively and without mercy.

The Chief Paladin continued to cast his magic, causing thunders to roar. The Chief Judge's hammer was powerful and invincible.

The besieging enemies fell one after another, winding down the high steps of the Papal Chamber, and black mist hovered over the marble floor.

It wasn't long before the assembled troops led by Sieglie successfully broke into the throne room.

Pushing open the towering, intricately carved purple-black iron mesh door, one is greeted by a chilly breath from under the towering dome.

The huge circular hall can accommodate thousands of people. The walls are made of azure marble and are carved with statues of saints and knights with shining gold edges. In the center of the dome of the ceiling is a huge crystal chandelier with thousands of candles swaying and burning, illuminating the entire hall brightly.

Both sides of the long red carpet leading to the throne were still densely packed with fully armed black knights.

They were obviously more powerful than the guardian knights outside, holding spears like mechanical puppets, with scarlet and cold eyes, and cold lines at the corners of their mouths, looking like eerie statues.

Even the holy light began to distort and deform, and the music in the Pope's Hall accelerated and changed its pitch, turning into an enchanting requiem.

Many clergymen shuddered as Siglei suddenly entered.

They didn't know when it started, but the atmosphere in the Pope's Hall in Hersarem made them feel so frightened.

This further confirmed the fact that Saint Sigler, Grand Justice Elm and other Saint Polante Church leaders had unanimously recognized.

The Pope has indeed fallen.

Click, click.

The footsteps of the elite silver-armored knights sounded behind him, and they all arrived at the throne hall of the final battlefield.

They had already set up the Sky Shield Formation.

Queen Keshia had already handed over the national treasure to Saint Sigrace and instructed her to launch this war against the Pope, allowing Saint Sigrace to manipulate the power of the Helsarem city defense barrier and suppress the Pope.

Even the royal family chose to support Saint Siglei.

Although the Knights Templar were unsure whether Saint Sigler's desperate attempt would succeed.

But as long as she can accomplish this feat, she will surely become the new Holy Emperor of the Saint Polante Church, and in the future, relying on the power of Saint Polante's faith, she will be promoted to the new ninth level of the Church.

"..."

Sigler, who was standing at the front, turned her gaze towards the throne at the end of the red carpet, full of vigilance and hostility.

It was a staircase several dozen meters high, at the end of which was the figure of Pope Lanclos Saint Anastasius.

"Come on, my beloved daughter, why are you going to war against me?"

He was wearing a pure white robe, a triple crown and a silver mask on his head, holding a black mist skeleton scepter in his hand, sitting lazily on the throne, overlooking all living beings from afar.

The stained glass windows around the hall cast colorful halos of light, shining on the Pope. His mask had kind eyes and a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, making him look benevolent and loving.

But his evil voice made all the clergymen tremble with fear.

Even towards Siglette, whom he had raised personally, he seemed to have lost all the love and care she deserved, and was only full of mockery.

"You are no longer Lanclos. Now you are just an undead who is blinded by hatred!"

Siglei's eyes were full of struggle and reluctance, but she had already made up her mind.

"..."

The clergy looked at Siegler's shaking hands as she gripped the hilt of the sword and her trembling words, and they all understood that she was the most miserable person because she wanted to assassinate the Pope and do such a heinous thing.