Huh? Are they all real?.

After a brief exchange of glances, the Pope asked Moen:

"who are you?"

Chapter 302 The King Returns (5k6)

The Pope's question echoed throughout the Throne Room.

The voice was filled with confusion, but also with a fear that anyone could sense.

This fear, in turn, fueled people's resistance.

They too will die, and even the Pope will be afraid.

So why should we still fear the church?

Moen, who had closed the doors again, did not answer the Pope. He simply looked involuntarily at the throne room that he had once known so well.

That round table is still here to this day.

Although many seats had been removed, following Moen's gaze, he could still accurately recall who had been there, what they had done, and how long they had spent with him.

Seeing that the person in front of him had no intention of answering him, and seeing his expression as if he were lost in memories.

The Pope couldn't help but look behind him.

The throne still stands alone on the high platform.

However, the goddess statue behind the throne was covered up again, and this time it was covered up even more thoroughly.

Previously, only the goddess's face was covered, but now the entire statue is completely obscured.

The Pope's lips began to tremble slightly. He turned sharply and questioned Moen again in a stern voice:

"who are you?!"

Moen still didn't answer him. Moen simply stepped forward and reached out to touch the ancient round table.

The entire throne room was deathly silent.

So the Pope could even hear the faint sound of the other person's fingers tracing across the round table.

That wouldn't have been a big deal, but being abandoned made him feel as if the voice was a sharp blade hanging upside down, constantly approaching him.

Torture and terror.

"Who are you? I command you to answer me!"

The Pope's voice continued, but he himself unconsciously stepped back.

Even though he didn't sense any power from the person in front of him, he still felt as if he were facing a lion awakening.

Soon, the Pope had nowhere left to retreat; behind him was the high staircase.

He glanced back at the lofty throne one last time.

The Pope finally mustered the courage to raise the necklace on his chest.

"I am the Pope of the Church of Storms, and I command you, in my capacity as Pope, to answer me! Tell me who you really are!"

The purple gemstone burst forth with a captivating power, as if it were about to subdue everything.

However, the angry mob had already stormed the first church, named Yard, which was built in honor of the first pope.

Beneath this real icon of the Pope, the crowd toppled the walls and set everything on fire.

Decay and depravity were all burned away, and only the statue of the One Saint shone brighter in the firelight.

This was the first time Moen had ever answered the other person's question.

He pulled the revolver that had been with him all this time from his pocket and pointed it at the Pope, saying:

“You are not the Pope; you have betrayed the teachings of the first Pope, Saint Yard.”

The trigger was pulled, and flames shot out.

The first gem shattered upon impact.

The Pope was so horrified by the scene that he almost fell to the ground.

At the same time, he was so frightened that he hurriedly raised the necklace again and shouted:

"I am the chosen one of the eternal storm, and you shall not be disrespectful before me!"

The white gems began to shine, and the blessing of the storm descended upon this place; let us reject all disrespect for Him.

The second sanctuary, named Ramses, meaning "protected by the storm," was also smashed open by the people's resistance. It was the place where the goddess first appeared.

The majestic white tower collapsed with a crash, and the blessing of the storm no longer belonged solely to the church but to the people.

Moen fired a second shot, and the white gem shattered upon impact.

"It was not the storm that chose you, but you who betrayed the storm. You have no right to claim the name of the storm."

Two of the seven gems were lost in an instant.

The Pope was trembling.

After climbing another step, he was now using both hands instead of just one to hold the necklace.

“I serve the Holy Lance, I follow my king, and only the two lords can judge me; you shall not overstep your bounds!”

Golden and yellow gems lit up one after another, and golden light shone on his body. The Pope is the Chosen One, the gatekeeper of the Supreme One, and cannot be judged by anyone other than the Supreme One.

Otherwise, it would be a grave sin of blasphemy!

Third and fourth sanctuaries, too, could not withstand the rage suppressed for countless years. Amidst the people's revelry and the church's wailing, the two sanctuaries were completely set ablaze. Their names were Arai and Basilda, aliases for the Holy Lance and the place of the king's coronation.

The third shot followed, and the exploding flames shattered the two lit gems.

The flying fragments even caused the Pope's hands to bleed profusely.

"You blaspheme against God and the King, how dare you use the name of God and the King to protect yourself?"

The shards embedded in his palm caused the Pope to let out a wail, and the powerful aura and interrogation made him unable to support himself and fall to the ground.

It let out bursts of mournful cries.

But seeing the deadly figure closing in ever closer, the Pope still raised the necklace with his bloodied hands and said:

"I protect the earth, I shelter the people, I have two great honors, and those who harbor darkness should be executed before me!"

Red flames surged forth, while green serpents vanished within. The red and green gems, responding to their master's command, shone forth, vowing to make this wicked person pay the price.

But the sound made Moen burst into uncontrollable sneers.

How dare such a person be so shameless?

Faced with the Pope's disgraceful behavior, the guards of the Fifth and Sixth Churches abandoned all hope and surrendered without a second thought.

These two sanctuaries, which stand to this day, followed in the footsteps of their predecessors. One is called Nardna, the guardian of the earth, and the other is called Mosers, the embrace of the mother.

"You have no people in your heart, only power and desire. You do not protect those you should protect, so you are the one who harbors darkness."

Rotate the magazine, pull the trigger, and the fourth shot arrives as expected.

Two more gems shattered with a deafening crash.

"Ah, ah!"

The Pope's hands were almost to the bone, yet he still gripped the Heart of Seven, which held the last gem, tightly.

This was not only his only support, but also the treasure and power he had pursued his entire life.

He couldn't let it go.

Even as he crawled further back in terror, facing the threat of death, he still roared at the person before him:

"I am the master of the round table, I am the ruler of all things, I command you to step down!"

The final blue gem burst forth with a light never before seen, and illusory knights emerged from the light, ready to annihilate all enemies before them.

Far away, the Last Sanctuary was engulfed in flames, yet she still stood firm. For her name was Dunkels, the place where the Knights of the Round Table first gathered.

As the illusory knight charged ever closer to the man struggling for his life, the people in front of Dunkirk Cathedral rushed forward with bloodshot eyes.

How could I fall at the last step!

But the clergy, who also knew this was their last moment, finally understood what it meant to sacrifice one's life.

The illusory knight had already reached them and swung his blade, but the sanctuary still stood tall amidst the flames.

Amidst the despair of the people and the ecstasy of the clergy, an airship pierced the darkness and crashed into the last church.

The exploding airship also destroyed the towering cathedral.

A fifth shot followed.

"You have never had a seat at the round table, so how dare you presume to call yourself the master of the round table?"

The final gem shattered completely, and the illusory knight turned into wisps of smoke.

Holding a musket, Moen stepped over everything and ascended the high steps.

With several fingers severed by shattered gems, the pope slumped on the steps in near despair.

For the first time, he put down the necklace in his hand and, in a moment of despair, asked Moen the question he had asked before:

"who are you?"

Because there was only one bullet left, Moen slightly lowered the muzzle of his gun and said:

"I'm here to kill you."

All seven gems have shattered, and all seven sanctuaries have collapsed.

But the Heart of Seven Stones is still in his hands. Even though the Pope himself has given it up, the necklace still possesses great power.

Isn't it normal that there are actually eight churches instead of seven?

This is an insurance policy left by the king for his friends and subjects, and also a little comfort for lonely travelers in a distant land.

In the completely burning Camelot.

The top of a nameless yet real small chapel.

The girl who had left Moen was now looking up at the statue in front of her.

Those are statues of a king and a goddess.

The king knelt on one knee before the goddess, who then bowed and crowned him.

Without a doubt, this is a statue that records the coronation of a king.

The goddess showed no smile, not even in such a beautiful moment.

Because the goddess is a weapon, and weapons do not understand what laughter is.

This scene, which seemed to have happened just yesterday, left the girl stunned in place.

But then the seven gems shattered.

The girl finally came to her senses and pressed forward.

Icons and sanctuaries crumbled in the storm.

Only then did the Pope, who had long since given up, discover with astonishment that the necklace in his hand was emanating a power far beyond his imagination.

Even he, the owner, only realized at this moment that the necklace was actually the last blessing left behind by the king.

But it was too late, because the final shot rang out.

The bullet easily pierced the Pope's chest and struck the brickwork behind him.

Mr. Potter probably never imagined that the pistol he gave to Moen would kill so many important people who terrified him just by hearing about them.

All six bullets were emptied.

The blasphemous blood flowed down the six steps the Pope had climbed, staining the ground red.

He watched as the Pope died right before his eyes.

The cheers from the crowd were absolutely deafening.

Having finally accomplished all of this, Moen looked at the dead Pope and sighed softly.

The upper echelons of the church are all high-ranking, but the top-ranking pope is just a mortal.