The Pope put away the dwarf card, reached out and pulled out another card in the void.
On the card, there was a colorful spider crawling on a skeleton, wrapping the skeleton tightly with spider silk.
There is a line of small words marked on the card.
"The dead soul spider that weaves a web, controls the corpse according to the dealer's order, and exists for three days."
The Pope looked at the card and said to himself: "Now we have to use disposable cards."
She sighed slightly and threw the card away.
The card disappeared in the air.
A large, colorful spider appeared on the ground.
“Go, there is your new home,” the Pope said.
The spider listened and quickly crawled towards the king's body.
It burrowed into the king's belly, spit out threads, and sewed the belly shut from the inside.
The king's lowered head suddenly lifted up, and his eyes regained their vitality.
"Master," the king said.
"Well, you have to play the role of the three-day king." The pope said.
"Yes, I'm going down first."
After the king finished speaking, he strode out quickly.
The Pope took out a black card box and put the card of the pointed dwarf into it.
The dwarf was shouting and jumping crazily, with a look of complete fear on his face.
The box seemed to drive him crazy.
The Pope looked at the dwarf on the card and said, "Reflect on it."
After saying that, the card box was closed, and the inside was shrouded in silent darkness.
The Pope collected the card box.
After a while, a heroic man in black robe walked in, knelt down on one knee and said, "When I came in, the nun serving you was saying that tonight's banquet is about to begin."
"Okay, I understand." The Pope said.
In the Holy Religion, the color of clothing represents corresponding responsibilities.
The white robes are ascetics, the red robes are the preachers of the Holy Religion in the world, and the black robes are the prayers of God who serve the pope and the gods wholeheartedly.
The man bowed and quietly stood aside.
He is the most powerful warrior beside the Pope and the head of the Seven Saints.
The Pope pondered and suddenly frowned.
"There's something wrong with this feeling. What's the problem?"
For a being as powerful as her, once she has a premonition, something must have happened.
The Pope immediately paid attention to it.
"Hurt, has anything unusual happened recently?"
"Everything is under the control of the Holy Religion. There is nothing abnormal." The black-robed saint named Hut replied.
"What about abroad? Has there been any change between Fuxi and the Federation?"
"No."
"This is strange, it shouldn't be an illusion..."
The Pope is sitting on the throne, holding his chin with his left hand, and tapping the fingertips of his right hand back and forth on the armrest.
"It seems that I must make a prophecy." She said.
Hearing this, Hurt raised his head in surprise and said, "You want to make a prophecy? In that case, will it make you too tired?"
"There's nothing to be tired about. It's better to take a look and feel at ease."
The Pope said, stretching out his right hand and gently pumping it into the void in front of him.
A card suddenly appeared in front of me.
On the card is a box full of gems, and a hand is reaching into the box.
"Get the treasure?"
The Pope was slightly surprised.
This card could represent too many meanings, and it was simply not enough to solve the doubts in her heart.
When she pulled out this card, a black chain suddenly appeared out of thin air and wrapped tightly around her left hand.
The black chain appeared for a few seconds and then slowly disappeared.
The Pope seemed unaware, stretched out his hand, and made a card-drawing action in the void.
The second card fell into her hand.
Seeing this card, the Pope sat up straight.
"It turned out to be this card..." she said in surprise.
On the card, a skeleton wearing armor, holding a black flag, sat on a white horse.
This is the Death card.
"Giggle, the god of death is visiting? So, the power that can change the established path of fate has appeared."
The Pope suddenly let out a heart-wrenching laugh.
She spread the two cards and let them float quietly aside.
In the void, a heavy clattering sound came, and another black chain appeared and wrapped around her left leg.
The black chains quickly disappeared.
"It seems that I need another card to get a glimpse of the truth." The Pope said to himself.
"You have already had a lot of power sealed away. Please stop making prophecies. With me here, no threat will pose any danger to you." Saint Hutt said quickly.
"It's okay, they're just some shackles that will trap me for a while at most," the Pope said nonchalantly, "Besides, if something happens, I can always spend some money to break them."
"Now, let me see the final card of fate."
She said, stretched out her hand, and gently pumped it into the void.
The last card was held in her hand.
Correspondingly, another black chain immediately appeared, wrapping around her body.
The Pope didn't even look at the chain, he just focused on the cards in his hand.
On this card is a scale.
At both ends of the scale, there is an old and gray crown and a slowly beating heart.
The Pope stared at the card and couldn't help but grab the armrest of his seat with one hand.
"How could the prophecy draw this useless card? Isn't the king dead long ago?" she said in disbelief.
This is a special card designed to launch the most powerful mysterious attack on the enemy.
The original assassination of the king relied on this card, and it was finally successful.
But under the king's full counterattack, this card also ran out of power and became a useless card.
From that moment on, the Holy God's Chosen skill on this card can no longer be activated.
Unexpectedly, in this prophecy, it appeared bizarrely.
The Pope stood up suddenly, clasping his hands behind his back, and walked slowly in the cathedral.
The prophecies of the prophecy cards are never wrong.
In other words, the king is still alive?
No, it's absolutely impossible, he still has his body in his hands.
"Get the treasure...the god of death...waste the cards..."
The Pope murmured.
The feeling that something was wrong was getting stronger and stronger.
She suddenly raised her voice: "Hurt!"
The black-robed saint said: "I'm here!"
"Gather seven saints to guard the main roads in the capital. If you find anything wrong, notify me immediately."
"yes!"
Seeing Hutt hesitant to speak, the Pope asked: "What's wrong?"
"I think you don't need to pay too much attention to the prophecy. There is no existence in this world that can threaten you yet."
"No, no, you don't understand. I have to spy on the direction of fate, because things like fate are difficult to change because of what you do."
"But you have been sealed three times now."
"It doesn't matter. If there is a critical situation, I can break the seal at any time."
At this time, a nun came in and asked for instructions: "The lady's banquet is about to begin."
The Pope was thinking about something and said casually: "For such an insignificant matter, just ask Saint Ivan to show up for me and take a look at the banquet to see if there are any suspicious people."
"yes."
The nun retreated.
…
The mobile armor shuttled through the night clouds, quickly approaching the capital of the Holy Kingdom.
When the mobile armor was about to reach its destination, the alarm sounded.
"Your Excellency, a saint appears near the manor with two hundred crusaders. His mission is to investigate suspicious persons."
"knew."
Gu Qingshan turned around and suddenly fell down.
The steel armor sank into a lake.
After a while.
Gu Qingshan walked out of the lake, with all his spiritual energy evaporating all the water from his body.
"Has it been noticed?" he asked.
"I have to say that this was a perfect infiltration and did not touch the Holy Kingdom's surveillance network." Liao Xing's voice came from the optical brain.
"In addition, the Pope has always stayed in the Holy See and did not come to the banquet." He added.
"The Pope didn't come to the banquet? Very good, this is the best news." Gu Qingshan said
A screen of light was projected, showing his location.
The voice of the goddess of justice sounded: "Your Excellency, you need to go two kilometers southwest. In a quarter of an hour, the federal mission's car will pass by."
"I'll go right away." Gu Qingshan turned off his brain and flew towards the target location.
After a while.
Cars flying Confederate flags speed through the mountains.
When the car passed a corner, the door opened and a black shadow swept in.
In the car, two people pointed weapons at Gu Qingshan, and the other took out the detector in his arms and pointed it at him.
"Identification passed." An electronic sound came from the detector.
Several people in the car breathed a sigh of relief.
There was an indescribable admiration in their eyes when they looked at Gu Qingshan.
Federal top-secret tasks are generally carried out by large professional teams from special agencies.
This time, only one person was sent.
This man must be extraordinary.
They quickly pulled out a large box from under the seat and opened it in front of Gu Qingshan.
"military uniform."
"Military boots."
"belt."
"Personal documents."
"wallet."
"I didn't prepare a gun or sword because I'm here to attend a banquet."
Gu Qingshan looked at the things in front of him and quickly put on and take them off.
The ambassador carefully took out a silk handkerchief from his arms and opened it layer by layer.
A silver-white medal appeared in front of Gu Qingshan.
"First Class Medal of Freedom?" Gu Qingshan asked.
"Yes, such outstanding military achievements can explain your age and official position." The ambassador said.
"Try it and learn to wear it." He solemnly handed the medal to Gu Qingshan.
"Thank you." Gu Qingshan said.
He quickly put on his outfit and asked, "How are you doing?"
Several people looked at him.
The ambassador pondered: "The temperament is a little weak. As a soldier of the Federation, you have to be a little arrogant."
Gu Qingshan straightened his back and his whole body changed.
He has been wallowing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood for his whole life, and there are countless demons and dead souls under his sword. Now it is easy to look like a soldier.
"Yes, even the military attaches we sent could not do any better." An embassy official praised.
"Is there anything else we need to do?" the ambassador asked.
"No, after entering, you don't need to worry about me." Gu Qingshan said.
The ambassador and others nodded and breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
Inside the carriage, it was quiet.
Gu Qingshan looked at the scenery outside the car that was flying back. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt uneasy.
