Today's princess is still cute

Bach raised his spear high, placed his shield in front of him, and rushed straight towards the gate.

[Lv.75, priest-exclusive skill, dust-free land]!

The same magic spell had completely different effects when used by Bach and Winnie. He was really like a Vatican warrior from ancient legends, launching a resolute attack against the darkness.

The mountains and seas all give way to it at this moment!

The purple human-faced flowers on the black vines all woke up at this moment and roared silently at Bach. The magic vines suddenly "came to life" and hundreds of spikes rushed towards Bach!

The flames on Bach's body condensed into a circle, tightly blocking the one-meter space around it.

Nothing can enter except Him!

The spikes turned into ashes the moment they touched the ring, and the wrinkles on Bach's face became deeper.

He didn't care at all, chuckled, and stabbed the spear hard into the gate!

“I heard someone singing in the depths of the wilderness—The light will come, and the holiness will be revealed!”

[Lv.80, exclusive skill for earthly angels, Blade of Atonement]!

"Ding!"

Rong Ke and Winnie only heard a crisp sound.

A tiny crack appeared on the door, and then countless divine powers poured out and spread rapidly among the black vines!

"Bang!!!!"

The entire house was not damaged at all, but the vines were blown apart and completely strangled in an instant!

The strong light engulfed Bach's figure, and when Rong Ke and Winnie looked again, there was no one in front of the gate.

"Go!" Rong Ke rushed forward with his sword in hand without any hesitation.

Winnie was not vague either. She directly cast two magic spells on Rong Ke and herself, and followed closely behind.

When they touched the door, their figures disappeared.

"bach."

"Bach, don't sleep."

A clear male voice with a hint of smile sounded in his ears. Bach Ellis opened his eyes and saw an extremely handsome young man standing in front of him, with his arms folded across his chest and looking at him with curved eyebrows.

The young man had golden eyes and dark brown hair casually tied into a small braid at the back of his head with a hairband, looking very casual and unrestrained.

"Teacher!" Bach stood up in surprise and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.

Joe Kenneth.

The strongest son of God in the history of the Holy See, also a super genius who can be ranked in the top three, the brightest star now, is known as the man most likely to ascend to the position of demigod in this era.

now

Ok?

Wait, why is the word now used here?

In the teacher's eyes, Bach saw a flustered boy with saliva still on the corners of his mouth.

I'm not

Bach felt a strong sense of dizziness, shook his head, and found that his memory gradually became clearer.

Yes, it was now the year 1077 of the Blue Calendar. He had just participated in the Vatican's priest selection and became the first in his peers. At the age of fifteen, he was accepted as a disciple by the Son of God, Joe Kenneth.

It seems like you are now completing the homework assigned by your teacher?

"What's wrong? Did you sleep stupid? You can't even talk anymore," Qiao looked at him with a smile and reached out to touch his head. "Didn't I tell you that I was going out to help someone with a baptism and you were staying here to do your homework? How come I saw you sleeping when I came back? If the people from the Inspection Department saw it, they would say that I let you be lazy, and then we would both be punished!"

Bach felt that everything in front of him was unreal, but his mouth moved uncontrollably: "Teacher, I just had a dream. I dreamed about something that would happen a hundred years later."

"Ha! Are you trying to change the subject? Okay, I admit you succeeded. I'm very interested. Tell me, what happened a hundred years later?"

Joe Kenneth didn't look like he was 45 years old, nor did he look like the Holy Son of the Church. If he wasn't wearing the exquisite robe called "Evil Killer", he would have been just an unemployed young man slacking off on the street.

"I, I dreamed." Bach was in a trance for a moment, stunned, and said, "I forgot."

The Holy Son laughed heartily, pulled him to sit down happily, and said, "I didn't expect that someone as sullen as you could learn to joke. It seems that I am a good teacher! Very good, very good. Next time, you must work harder and make your teacher happy more."

Bach grinned, but was speechless.

Because the teacher in front of him could even clearly feel the heat from his breath.

What I just did was really just a dream.

Chapter 134 The Son of God is about to die?

The night before the Autumn Harvest Festival, Cardinson arrived in the imperial capital.

The night was dark, and he looked at the majestic Immortal City with a face so gloomy that it seemed as if water would drip out of it.

That feeling of uneasiness disappeared half a day ago. Before Cardinson could feel pleasantly surprised that the problem had been solved, the source energy stone stopped functioning.

The energy stone, which was called the "second heart" by people and would not stop unless it died, fell into a strange silence. No matter how Cardinson activated it or communicated with the energy inside, he did not get any response. It was as if the elements in the world were removed out of thin air and could no longer be sensed.

The divine power in his body now all depends on previous accumulation. Every time he uses it, it becomes less and less, and it cannot be restored. It is like a dead well without a source.

He did not tell Graham about this because something even more terrifying happened along with it.

His body was decaying at an uncontrollable rate, every drop of blood was burning meaninglessly, and after it was burned out, only emptiness was left.

From the outside, Cardinson still looked like the graceful Holy Son, but in fact, he was already in tatters on the inside, like a rag doll with the cotton wool hollowed out.

The moonlight was like mercury pouring down on the ground. Graham, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the back of the Son of God and asked with a heavy breath, "Your Majesty, what is it that makes you so anxious? I am almost dying of exhaustion. I can't do it anymore. I have to rest here for a while, otherwise I will really have to go to the Kingdom of God."

Cardinson calmly turned the ruby ring on his hand a few times, and did not answer the other party's question. Instead, he said, "Graham, can I ask you for one more favor?"

The Chief Arbitrator of the Court of Inquisition was stunned for a moment. During this long-distance flight, his physical strength and other functions had dropped to extremely low values. Now it was really difficult for him to even walk. If it were not for the Son of God's instructions, he would not have been able to fly to the imperial capital with his last breath.

"Okay, Your Majesty, please speak."

Even so, he still tried his best to straighten his back and looked up at the boy in front of him.

"I know you are very tired. I don't need you to do anything now. I just want you to remember one sentence and convey it to my grandfather in Ziye City one day in the future. Tell him - I'm sorry, Grandpa, I didn't do the first and third of the three things I promised you."

Cardinson smiled slightly, but Graham saw an inexplicable sadness on his face.

Graham opened his mouth and said after a long while: "Your Majesty, I can help with this matter, but why do I feel like these words are..."

He didn't dare utter the word.

Graham simply could not imagine what the Holy Son of the Holy See could possibly do in the imperial capital.

"Last words, right?" Cardinson said nonchalantly, "This is not a last word, but a simple verbal message."

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do?" Graham was stunned. Now that things have come to this, he should react. "You can go and tell them yourself. No, I can't help you with this matter."

After saying this, the upright knight was about to get up from the ground, but Cardinson bent down and held him down.

From Graham's perspective, the Holy Son's gray-green eyes, which used to be as beautiful as jade, now looked dimmer, perhaps because of the sky.

"Please, I am really not qualified as the Son of God." Cardinson smiled disappointedly.

Graham was about to say something to refute, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he fell asleep.

Cardinson helped him lie down next to a bush, then picked up a few piles of fallen leaves and covered Graham with them.

"I'll have to trouble you once more."

"I know," the devil's tired voice came, "You people in the Vatican are really... I don't know how to put it, but this Graham has no defense against you, my master, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get him so easily. Now, take cover here."

The ruby ring on Cardinson's hand emitted a lavender shadow and fell lightly on Graham like a scarf. After a wave, it was impossible to tell that there was a person lying on the ground.

"The effectiveness of both spells is short, especially since the opponent is the Morning Star Knight. Master, you must hurry up."

"it is good."

Cardinson stood up and ran towards the imperial capital.

With every step he took, the feeling of power slipping away became more and more distinct, yet his speed did not slow down at all.

"Master, your current situation is very clear. Your fate is tied to that of someone in a special way. Now that person is in a very strange state, but her own energy is not enough to support her to maintain the clarity of her ego consciousness. She can only draw power from you to support the stability of her soul, and the loss rate is surprisingly high. If the master is not a member of the Church, not the Son of God, and does not have such pure divine power as a foundation, anyone else would have turned into a mummy long ago. I can't infer the rest, but what I can be sure of now is that if this trend continues, your body will completely decay in three hours, and your soul will be annihilated, and you won't even have the chance to enter the Kingdom of God."

Urusus' voice was urgent.

He and Cardinson were now in a life-and-death relationship, literally.

If Cardinson died, he would immediately disappear from the world and return to hell for who knows how many thousands of years, waiting for his true name to accumulate enough strength before he could reappear. However, it is hard to say whether Urusos will still be Urusos at that time.

Who would want to?

Coming to the human world is the lifelong pursuit of almost all creatures in hell, okay?

If Cardinson quits now, then all of Urusos' efforts will be in vain.

Cardinson just said "hmm" and continued running.

"Master, let me say something that may be unpleasant. It has been 28 hours and 41 minutes since you felt uneasy yesterday. Now the situation has probably changed beyond our imagination. I can't imagine how difficult it will be to solve a problem that even the Vatican can't solve. You know, your Pope is someone who can really talk to God."

"Ah."

"Master, if it really doesn't work, I can try to sleep for a while and use the power of the law to cut off your connection with that person. In this way, you will be fine and the damage you suffered will slowly recover. Master, you must take me with you when you go into the city later, but I can't enter the Church, so the choice is now, and you have to make a decision when you have to, Master."

"Ah."

"Ah, I really don't understand at all. Are all those who become the Son of God not normal? Kenneth is like this, and so are you, Master."

"I will drop you off after we enter the city and give you a route. Go to the Evening Song Tavern and find a fat man named Roye. Stay with him. If you don't disappear in three hours, I will find time to pick you up. Do you understand?"

"understood."

Urusos stopped trying to persuade Cardinson, but quietly began to gather his strength to prepare for his transformation.

As a demon who has comprehended the laws, although his strength has now declined to the level that a Templar Knight can deal with him, his realm is still there, and he is at the commander-level after all. Let alone sneaking into the imperial capital, even if he just walks around in the city, basically no one can discover him as long as he is not bumped into by a strong man of Xizel's level.

Cardinson's heart felt like it was burning on fire.

The only person who has anything to do with his fate is Tina.

As the Son of God and the knight who took oaths most seriously, the promise he made already had the rudiments of being able to be fulfilled. To establish such a connection, there must be something special in both parties that can elicit a response from fate.

Cardinson is the chosen son of God, and Tina is the cursed princess. They are the most special people in the world, so when their hearts begin to meet each other, their promises and agreements are witnessed by fate.

If there is a problem on one side, the other side will definitely not be well.

It doesn't matter to him what happens. It's a basic practice for people in the Holy See to be indifferent to life and death, but he just doesn't want to see Tina suffer any more.

There is something that Yan Mu and Sister Tian both told him: this is not a game, it is his life.

And Tina is half of his life.

On the road to the imperial capital, the young man walked alone in the moonlight, the wind blowing his hair, like a lone wolf rushing towards the ice field.

"How long until dawn?"

"Three hours, Master, as long as you can hold out."

Cardinson nodded and rushed to one of the four gates of the imperial capital in just ten minutes.

That gate is used only for emergency passage.

The guard stationed there saw a man running towards them from a distance and shouted at the top of his voice: "Who is it?"

Cardinson did not answer, but took out a badge and threw it over.

The commander of the Royal Guards took it subconsciously, held it in his palm and looked at it carefully, and almost dropped it out of surprise.

You can tell at first glance that the badge belongs to the Vatican, but the pattern on it has only been seen in books.

It was a star sea flower that was half withered and half growing. The sacred power on it was condensed like a substance, and holding it in the hand was like holding a small sun.

As far as he knows, there are only two people in the world who possess such a badge - the Pope and the Son of God.

When the young man's figure approached, he saw his face clearly and pulled his brothers who were about to shout a few more words at him, lowered their heads, raised the badges with both hands, and respectfully made way.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Cardinson's figure passed through them like the wind, and the badge was taken away in an instant without stopping.

"Who is this? Don't people from the Vatican usually go through this door?" An indignant guard curled his lips and muttered, "They don't even do the test. How arrogant! Is this still the most law-abiding Vatican?"

"Ha! If even the Holy Son of the Church had to use detectors to check whether there were any signs of collusion with creatures of Hell, then this world would have been doomed long ago!"