"If I succeed, will there be any reward?”
Ye Yan blinked his eyes and asked curiously.
"Little brother, what reward do you want? I can promise you anything."
Ricaillou pursed his lips and said.
"I want a hug from Sister Li and Lady Mathilda, is that okay?”
Richardson's face darkened. Wasn't she enough? Why did he bring Lady Mathilda along, this little pervert!
"Sure, as long as you can come back safely, I can promise you as long as you want.”
Mathilda agreed without hesitation.
"Me too."
Ricilius quickly said.
St. Will didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He thought Ye Yan would ask for something, but it turned out to be this.
What was this child thinking?
After Ye Yan received the promise, he was more motivated. The three pairs of illusory wings on his back flapped and he flew into the air. He waved his hand and the Spear of Saint Angelus appeared in his hand.
"I am Adam. His Holiness the Pope has fallen. He fulfilled his promise and fell at the forefront of the battle. I'm not saying this to make you feel touched, but to tell you that although His Holiness the Pope is no longer around, Rome is still around. We are all still around, and life still has to continue.”
" Whether it's for his expectations, for Rome, or for the Holy Church of Messiah, we have a reason not to fail.”
"Now, with the help of the seniors of the Holy See, we are only one step away from victory. So, the people living in Rome, lend me your strength!”
"Spear of Saint Angelus, true name Liberation!”
Ye Yan raised the Spear of Saint Angelus high. The spear, which was originally covered in cracks, emitted a dense blood-red mist, slowly repairing the wounds on the spear.
Rumble!
The sky instantly changed. It became extremely dark in an instant, as if it felt threatened.
This was the Spear of Saint Angelus completely unleashing its power and displaying its proper posture.
At this moment, Ye Yan seemed to be the center of the world, possessing the violence that could make all living beings submit.
Everyone fell silent. Was this the power of the Spear of Saint Angelus?
Churches of all sizes in Rome rang out at the same time again, and organ pipes of all sizes automatically played without professional performers.
The melody this time was far more intense and high-pitched than the previous one. If the previous one was just a melody, then this one was a complete, grand, and magnificent peerless movement.
This was a grand epic of a hero, and also the beginning of a legend of a king.
Countless believers looked up at the sky. When they saw the figure filled with light, they felt their fear disappear without a trace. This was the Holy Son they believed in! The patron saint of Rome!
Countless light spots with faint golden light flew out from every house. A small part of them merged into Ye Yan's body and was absorbed by the God-killing Blood. Most of them were swallowed by the Spear of Saint Angelus.
During this process, the power of the Spear of Saint Angelus became more and more terrifying.
Those who were watching the battle through the screen seemed to feel a heavy pressure on them.
This was not an illusion, but something that had really happened.
Ye Yan stood under the dark red star, looking at the deep and dark cave that was blasted out. He asked in his heart,"
"Sister, are you still there?"
He thought for a long time and decided to call this unknown existence elder sister. Anyway, he already had several elder sisters, so he didn't need one more.
"Adam, I've always been by your side. It's just that most of the time, I've been sleeping. So, do whatever you want.”
Suddenly, Ye Yan felt as if she was being hugged by a woman from behind. The feeling was so real.
A head rested on his shoulder, breathing hot air into his ear, and whispered,"
"When your consciousness fuses with the origin of the Spear of Joangelus, you will be able to use the first power of the Spear of Joangelus.”
"Its name is-The Saint Child is dead."
When Ye Yan's consciousness merged with the origin of the Spear of Saint Angelus in the depths of his soul, a terrifying killing intent that was as boundless as the ocean instantly soared into the sky.
Circles of dust and airwaves were spreading out from Ye Yan's body.
Ye Yan's silver eyes were once again covered with a layer of blood-red mist. The scene of the world being destroyed in his spiritual space appeared in his eyes again.
It was as if the wails and screams of thousands of souls were ringing in his ears.
Hence, he raised his head.
The blood-red eyes seemed to reflect hell, and those wailing and screaming souls were imprisoned within.
Reality and illusion intertwined. The screams in his ears reminded Ye Yan of the scenes he saw in Rome.
His heart, which was originally dead silent, suddenly burned with a fiery anger.
He said softly,"
"Authority!"
"The Saint is dead!"
This faint voice instantly spread throughout Rome, clearly ringing in everyone's ears. It was as if a high and mighty king had given his judgment.
It also spread throughout the world.
Ye Yan took half a step forward and made a throwing posture. Then, he threw out the Spear of Saint Angelus with all his might.
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