Translated by: La0o9
Edited by:? VindiFan#1
Proofreader:? Arya
The Pope and the Seven Holy Apostles all looked up.
As the light scattered around, the thing inside was revealed.
âPeople? No, theyâre not!â
The Pope squinted her eyes and carefully evaluated them.
Inside the lights were humanoid monsters.
The main reason why they can be determined as not human is because despite having very similar bodies to humans, they have no features on their faces.
The power of elements surrounded them, casually concentrating as they moved their hands and feet.
All 10 elements dispersed in waves from the sky, devastating the city below.
Even Great Holy Apostle Hurtâs expression changed.
As an experienced fighter, he very quickly noticed the main issue.
âTheir control of the Elements is much more powerful compared to Elementalists!â he shouted.
âThey seemed almost like masters of the elementsâ Cardinal Kid also commented.
In the sky, the faceless monsters glowed in different colored light.
Each of them were able to masterfully able to control a different element.
ââ-Fiendkind.
The Fiendkind of Frozen Hell had gathered and begun their assault.
The entire Holy Empireâs capital was their target.
The reason why the Holy Church got attacked first was simply because the church complex was the biggest and most eye-catching building in the capital.
âDispatch all Professionists, the seven of you directly command the battle, quickly!â the Pope loudly ordered.
The Seven Holy Apostles headed their subordinates to intercept the monsters in the sky.
Almost immediately, the battle went straight to its most devastating period.
Fiendkinds are able to perfectly control the elements, making attacks several times stronger than those of a normal Professionist.
They can even fly.
Since all Fiendkinds are flying in the sky, normal Professionistsâ attacks couldnât even reach them.
So the Holy Church dispatched its Assault Mech squad.
But these Mechs are already obsolete weapons.
And the amount of Fiendkind far outnumbered those of the Mechs.
They are able to fly and attack freely.
The Holy Churchâs army couldnât help falling into a desperate battle.
In just a few dozen minutes, the Fiendkinds have already achieved an absolute advantage.
They were moving closer to the Holy Churchâs sanctuary.
The Pope had to go into battle herself, killing 7-8 Fiendkinds.
This angered the Fiendkinds greatly.
Hundreds of Fiendkinds gathered and fired off barrages of elemental attacks one after another.
The Holy Church sanctuary was easily levelled.
Even the Pope didnât dare to face with such terrifying attacks.
She was only one person after all.
Using a card to flee, the Pope managed to escape from danger temporarily.
The battle continued.
Unable to find their target, the Fiendkinds started to unleash their rage upon other people.
Time slowly passed.
After a few thousand Holy troops as well as two Holy Apostles died in battle, the Pope was still hiding in a secret place.
She did not try to act again.
She only silently hid, carefully observing the scene in the sky.
âSpirit Mage Tribe? They seem to be creatures from the previous Era, but thereâs still an essence of death on them, seems like they really did come out from hellâ
Now that she canât go to Fog Isle, if sheâs unable to protect this place, the only choices left for her would be to go to space, or drift around to a different world.
A bloody Great Holy Apostle Hurt came running in to report: âWe have used everything we could, but thereâs always more and more of them, itâs hard for us to kill even one of themâ
The Pope looked at the sky.
The Fiendkindsâ elemental attacks when combined multiplies in power.
When more and more of them appear, hundreds of elemental rays will fuse and turn into an overwhelming attack spell.
Even she couldnât take such an attack head-on.
The Holy Church has fully collapsed.
The sunlight peered through the broken roof, shining through the Popeâs veil to illuminate her face.
She suddenly smiled.
During the last few days, she has been floating adrift on the ocean of corpses, holding on to her last breaths.
Who wouldâve thought she would still be pushed into a corner despite returning here.
She canât retreat
And she definitely canât endure anymore of this.
âHurt, are you afraid to die?â the Pope asked.
âFor the Holy Church, I am willing to sacrifice my everythingâ Hurt replied.
âFor the Holy Church, why not for me?â the Pope was a bit disappointed.
Hurt was a bit stunned and responded: âBecause you and the Holy Church are one and the sameâ
The Pope went silent for a bit, then ordered: âGo, summon Ivan the Judge of Repentanceâ
Hurt noticed something was off and replied: âIvan is a bit dull in the head, if you need anything, just tell me, Iâm willing to sacrifice everything for the Holy Churchâ
âNo, the following mission isnât suitable for you, summon Ivan, nowâ
ââŠYes, your holinessâ Hurt couldnât help but accept his orders.
Ivan the Judge of Repentance quickly arrived before the Pope.
âHurt, go and stabilize the frontlineâ the Pope ordered.
âRogerâ Hurt backed down.
When leaving, he looked at his brother in worry.
âI await your ordersâ Ivan knelt down on one knee.
The Pope walked towards him step by step, uttered in a low voice: âIvan, you are a Repentance, one with the purest soul of them all, and so I shall bestow a weapon upon youâ
She asked: âI ask you, are you willing to fight for me?â
âI am willing!â Ivan excitedly answered.
He remembered very clearly how the Pope once bestowed a miraculous whip upon Cardinal Kid.
The whip is able to dematerialize together with Kid, extremely strange and unpredictable.
And now, at this crucial moment, the Pope couldnât help but bestow a weapon upon him as well.
While Ivan was thinking, a card suddenly appeared in front of him.
A dark swirling abyss was depicted on the card.
At the center of the swirl, a hand reached out, as if asking him for a friendly handshake.
But the more he looked at it, the more it felt like this hand contained a sort of unnatural ambience.
ââjust like a hand of a drowning person, reaching out to try and grab whatever it can.
âTake itâ the Pope spoke.
Ivan hesitated for a bit.
He felt something amiss, a bad premonition welling up inside.
âTake it, thatâs an orderâ the Pope urged him.
âYesâ Ivan endured and received the card.
As soon as he took it, the Pope took a few steps back.
She silently stared at Ivan, her voice contains sorrow, as well as a sense of fright: âDonât blame me, do not blame me, I also donât have any other wayâ
Ivan was a bit confused and asked: âYour holinessâŠâ
Perhaps feeling that heâs about to die, the Pope didnât mind explaining more to him.
âYes, even I donât know what will happen when I use this contract card, but I already donât want to experience endless drifting through the unknown anymore, please forgive meâ
Hearing this explanation, Ivan was even more confused.
As he was about to ask something, the card changed.
A huge hand reached out from the card, grabbed him and pulled him in.
âAaaaaaaaaa!â
A tragic, interrupted scream.
A terrifying sound of chewing.
Someone who those two sounds combined can only imagine one thing: someone was slowly being eaten alive.
A few moments later, a satisfied sigh could be heard from the card.
âHm⊠a pure soul born from the purification of Repentance, together with a bloody killing intent, even within the Nine Hells, this is a rare delicacyâ
âIsa, so youâve finally agreed to form a contract with me, as well as presenting such a delectable offering, I am pleasedâ
The Pope ââ-or more precisely, Isa, respectfully bowed and responded: âIâm glad that it was to your likingâ
âSince the contract has been formed, tell me your wishâ the voice declared.
âI ask to raise your banner and use your name to put an end to a warâ Isa said.
âAh, such a simple thing? Iâll allow itâ the voice lazily answered.