This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

Jesus also became serious, holding the reins in his hand and holding his spear, he stood on his horse, recalled the process of the myth again, and told Neos the details.

"Look at me!" Neos' voice echoed across the wilderness. "You son of a bitch!"

"You must remember one thing!" Brother Jesus took a deep breath and warned Neos in a very serious tone during the psychic link.

"You must use your psychic energy properly. Don't use overly powerful psychic powers, such as sending a meteor shower or something like that. That will wake the demon from its dream. Remember!"

Neos listened attentively. He had not forgotten that there were tens of millions of believers in the outside world whose lives were sucked away by demons. He must not make any mistakes!

The demon dragon had been attracted by Neos's shout just now. It slowly turned around and flew in front of the two of them.

Along with the demon dragon came the bloody inferno beneath its feet.

"Remember, little one, call me Saint George." Neos stared at the demon dragon in front of him who was looking at him curiously.

The demon dragon remembered something, and as if it could predict something, it saw a fragment of memory where it was defeated by the armored mortal in front of it.

The demon dragon has forgotten who it is, and who Neos and Sugo are, but its subconscious still remembers the myth and the scene where "itself" was defeated by mortals.

Then the demon dragon just stood there in a daze.

Brother Jesus’ strategy is indeed effective, but you can’t kill it with just words, you still have to fight a hard battle.

However, the demon dragon would not choose to surrender obediently. In a sudden rage, it quickly moved backwards, leaped up with its huge body, and slowly landed a thousand meters away.

"Squire." Neos turned to look at Brother Jiang, "Follow me and charge!"

Neos grabbed the reins, and the warhorse beneath him neighed, raising its upper body and thrashing its hooves in the air. The sky was now thick with dark clouds, thunder and lightning. He urged the horse to leap from the cliff, landing safely and charging at the demon dragon with his spear at the ready.

Jesus followed closely behind.

The two men, one in front and one behind, one on the left and one on the right, galloped on their horses across the plain.

Ahead stood a massive demonic dragon, surrounded by a molten inferno twisted by its power. Wailing human souls constantly disturbed the two. Amidst the roar of thunder and lightning, the two men lowered their bodies on horseback, lances and spears in hand, pointing directly at the demonic dragon.

They are charging towards God.

The demon dragon, who had fought with Jesus subconsciously countless times, suddenly saw some illusions after seeing this scene. That was the scene of the last of the two mortals charging towards him, but his equipment was very poor at that time, and he seemed to have slapped him to death many times?

It's my own memory... No... The future? A myth? What on earth is going on...

While the demon dragon was stunned, Jesus and Neos had already rushed to it.

Neos was concentrating and prepared for defense, and had already thought of various possible attacks it might use.

For example, there were dragon fire, destructive light cannons, space-tearing cutting blades, and so on, but the demon dragon's attack method was to scratch with its empty claws?!

The demon dragon had forgotten who it was and what it was doing. The only way it could think of to fight was to engage in hand-to-hand combat like the two mortals in front of it. It was completely distracted by the various actions of the two.

"Get the spear!!!" Jesus shouted, waving the shield in his left hand to block the spear that the demon dragon was stabbing with his psychic power, then he jumped up on his horse and galloped on the demon dragon.

Neos seized the opportunity, picked up his lance, and leaped onto his horse to follow! The bay horse galloped towards the demon dragon's head at a nearly 190-degree angle!

"Hit its head!" "Die, dragon!"

Neos rushed to the arm of the demon dragon, then jumped up along the arm and jumped onto the shoulder. At this time, the lance in his right hand had completely turned golden, and the iron tree gauntlet grew golden leaves. Neos roared and launched a psychic attack at the head of the demon dragon.

"boom!!!"

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Crimson Tide: 1921: Chapter 72: Rome Hasn't Fallen Yet, You Want to Build a Second Empire?

Neos knew that he probably only had one chance, and this was the best time to kill this demon!

"Kill!!" Neos and Jesus attacked together with all their might!

Jesus had shed the gentle image of mythology, his eyes burning with a fire forged by millennia of suffering. The torment of over eight hundred years at the hands of demons now fused into a fierce rage. At this moment, Jesus was as brave as a god of war reborn!

Now, the devil is no longer facing a gummy bear named Jesus who was stabbed to death on the cross by a spear, but Jehovah God who attacks in the form of the fire from the sky of Sodom and Gomorrah!

Jesus' eyes were wide open with anger, and he pulled out the sword that had been transformed from the cross and was now heavy enough to bear the faith of billions of people, and smashed it into the devil's already broken head like a storm.

“Boom!” “Roar——!”

The demon dragon let out a painful and twisted roar, and its huge dragon head completely exploded under the continuous bombardment of Neos' golden lance and Jesus's giant sword with burning fury.

The two men jumped off their horses and looked at the demon dragon.

"hiss----"

A fleeting sound, like the sound of a snake's tongue, echoed through the fragments of the demonic dragon's head. A serpent's tail curled around, piercing the center of the skull fragment, attempting to recondense the body's mind core, stirring and absorbing it. The demon's mind core collapsed in an instant, and the surrounding matter and energy completely lost their restraints.

A purple ball of energy, shrouded in death and distortion, began to spread outward like a tide. When it reached a point roughly the same size as its body, the ominous energy suddenly contracted, and then—

boom! ! ! !

The subspace seemed to stagnate for a moment, the whole world became quiet, leaving only the ball of light in the center of the world.

Then, with the place where the demon dragon collapsed as the center, an unprecedented psychic explosion swept across the entire shallow layer of the warp.

This wasn't the death of a single star, but the collective radiance of the souls and wills of billions of humanity across the aetheric sea. The dazzling light instantly drowned out the warp's usual eerie hues and chaotic darkness, far surpassing the astronomical torch, drawing even the gaze of ancient beings who had drifted through the depths of the warp for eons.

Something awakened, something came into being with the birth of this concept, and something collapsed and died, like a supernova explosion of reality.

This force, carrying the most primitive vitality and the most resolute will to survive, spread outward in an unstoppable manner. The warp began to tremble and distort violently.

The buildings of Rome below dissolved in the light, the distorted landscape stretched and torn apart, the Warp's background savagely torn apart like a canvas. Low-level demons lurking in the shadows, wandering fragments of Chaos, and even some higher-level beings who dared to peek in were all ruthlessly swept away by this torrent of pure power.

"Om-"

The fluctuations in the subspace also interfered with the real world. The strong disturbance distorted the space in the real universe, and the light was split. Within a range of thousands of light years, as long as there was a civilization looking at this starry sky with a telescope, they could see a "dark light band".

"Hiss-ah-!"

The creatures of the Warp began to wail. Their forms vaporized and disintegrated in the light.

"Quick, shield!" At the moment of the explosion, Neos quickly cast a psychic spell, and a shield instantly covered himself and his brother.

"It's okay, Neos." Sugo patted Neos' shoulder gently. "You are their protector, so don't be afraid of the source of your power."

The moment the energy flow touched their bodies, it automatically split to both sides.

This life energy scattered in all directions like starlight. The vast majority, freed from the demonic dragon's confinement, found their original owners along the weak points between the Warp and reality, returning to the mortal realm. They would become healing for the chronically ill, life for the dying, hope for the desperate, and a touch of warmth and resilience in the hearts of countless people struggling in hardship.

But some energy did not choose to return to the real world, but instead gathered towards the essence of Neos deep in the warp and joined this cold sun.

In parallel with this Warp action against the demonic dragons, in the real world, Hell seized this opportunity and launched an all-out attack on the human defenses. Countless warriors, their vitality absorbed, fell in the trenches of flesh and blood, their lives extinguished by artillery fire and the claws of evil, and their souls returned to the cold sun.

Some isolated energy balls separated from the main torrent during flight. A demon stared intently at a struggling energy ball emitting an alluring warm glow. It quietly emerged from the shadows, extending its tentacles, attempting to seize the energy for itself.

"Haha! There are free snacks! God bless you!"

The demon gleefully grabbed the struggling strand of life energy and swallowed it in one gulp!

Seeing this, the equally envious demons around could no longer contain their greed and were eager to try, wanting to take advantage of the chaos to make a fortune.

"Money! Money is coming!" Several winged demons screamed and swooped down towards other lone energy balls.

However, the demon that devoured the life energy had just chewed a few times, and the greedy expression on its face had not yet completely relaxed -

"boom!"

A straight ray with an icy glow came from the direction of the cold sun that was so far away that it was almost invisible and deep in the warp. It crossed an unimaginable distance and instantly hit the demon!

"Get out!"

The demon didn't even have time to scream before the sun's rays shattered his body into a compressed form.

The demons around who were eager to fight suddenly fled in all directions.

After ensuring that all power had been returned to its rightful owners, the two quickly returned to reality. The Warp's image suddenly vanished, replaced by the slightly dull yet familiar atmosphere of the real world. They were back.

However, as they stood still and looked around, Neos was overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of absurdity.

"Where is my city?" "Where is my big city, Rome?!"

No more. Nothing.

There was only a massive black pit, thousands of meters in diameter and more than ten meters deep, like a giant fingerprint casually pressed into the earth by a god. The soil at the bottom of the pit was swirling, charred from the heat and the erosion of the warp.

"This is a big trouble..."

Neos muttered to himself, and Jesus stood beside him, also looking at the scene in silence.

"So... from the outside world's perspective, humanity's strongest bastion of resistance—the holy city of Rome—along with the supreme pope, saints, humanity's savior, a large number of senior administrative officials, massive amounts of administrative data and archives, technical equipment, military data, and headquarters—all were destroyed?"

Neos squatted down, grabbed a handful of charred dirt, and let it slip through his fingers.

"Yes, and at this moment, Hell launched an all-out offensive." Jesus also squatted beside Neos and drew circles on the ground.

"Without Rome as the capital's command center, the battle groups, defense lines, and administrative districts across the country are like headless flies, and can only fight on their own or seek help from the nearest theater headquarters."

He looked up at the sky. Although the color there had returned to the grayness of the real world, it still felt more gloomy and depressing than usual.

"All communications to Rome have naturally been cut off. Add to that the rumors spread by the hell on the front lines—well, I guess the situation at the front isn't very good."

"Be more confident. Remove the 'should.'" Neos stood up and brushed the dirt off his hands. "The demons previously drained the life energy of a large number of believers. How many have died on the front lines this time? How many have turned to Hell out of despair?"

He closed his eyes, sensing the faint feedback from his own essence, a flood of information brought by countless newly arrived souls.

"Based on my rough assessment of the number of souls absorbed by my Warp Essence, we've suffered at least hundreds of thousands of casualties on the front lines in the two days since we left. The Vienna Line hasn't collapsed yet, as the Holy Roman Emperor is still around, ensuring their relative independence. But in southern Italy... I'm afraid the flames are already blazing."

"Then this fire is burning very fast."

"boom--!"

As if to confirm his words, a dull roar was faintly heard in the distance. It was the sound of a large-caliber heavy artillery exploding, shaking the earth. Even at a long distance, it was still clearly audible.

"Hell's 666mm fortress cannon, heading due north, about 45km from Rome... probably attacking the transportation hub of Otricoli."

Jesus listened and saw Neos looking at him with surprise, and said,

"Why are you looking at me? Do you think I've been steaming beans in Gillette for over 800 years? That demon and I share a common perspective. I know all about humanity's progress over the years."

"Why are the troops at the gates again..."

Neos sighed deeply, feeling very tired.

The world is in tatters, and I am mending it.

He felt like a craftsman trying to repair a sinking ship with broken tools. There were always new holes appearing, and he was always doing endless filling work.

At this moment, Luce, who had followed them back to the real world, regained consciousness and saluted Neos and Sugo.

"Saints—and the honorable Lord." Luce said reverently, as if she wanted to ask something.

Jesus felt something, and before Luce could speak, he answered her underlying question directly: "Do you want to ask about the old red horse?"

Luce was slightly stunned and nodded.

"It was the previous Pope, Pius." Sugo's voice was filled with a hint of regret. "His form completely disintegrated after entering the Warp. Neos only retained a trace of his Warp essence. Now he can only live in the Warp in that form as Neos's apostle."

Luce continued, "So what are we going to do now, Saint, Lord?"

Neos and Sugo exchanged a glance. All around them lay the vast ruins of the once holy city, the faint sound of artillery fire echoed in the distance, and overhead lay a gloomy sky. They possessed immense power and had just accomplished a seemingly impossible feat, but reality revealed to them in the harshest possible way the extent of the deterioration of the war situation.

"emmmm..."

The three of them squatted down around the small mound in the center of the pit.

What to do? Where to go? How to deal with this total collapse?

Silence lasted for several seconds, broken only by the whimpering of the wind through the empty ruins and the faint sound of artillery fire in the distance.

"We can't go on like this!" Neos slapped his thigh, rising from the mound and breaking the silence. "Time is of the essence! Without the command center and senior officials at all levels, the military and local administrative districts are fighting on their own, which will lead to greater chaos and casualties!"

"We must first stabilize the situation and hold the front line! At the very least, we must not allow southern Italy to completely collapse!"

"Yes, if Italy is lost, Greece, the war zone, will immediately become occupied without supplies. Cyprus will become an isolated island. No supply ship can cross the blockade of the heretic submarines in most of the Mediterranean to reach the Principality of New Antioch. New Antioch must not fall. This has been the hope of the Crusaders' resistance for 800 years. We have already lost Rome, and we cannot lose New Antioch!"

"Let's go and find the nearest friendly force to reunite! We need to understand the specific situation and then find a way to re-establish contact and command!"

Jesus nodded. He reached out his hand and gently waved it at the steep wall of the pit. A flash of light appeared, and the hard earth and rock parted as if by an invisible hand, creating a wide passage that led directly to the upper edge of the pit, like Moses parting the sea.

"go!"

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Meanwhile, a remote valley in the European Alps, the Valley of the Holy Word,

This is the headquarters of the Strategic Prophecy Committee and its spiritual home.