Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Only the whispering of the Pope's crown slowly came.

The two knights saw very clearly the angel who smiled and nodded to them in the picture of God's sermon. The angel standing with God's left hand holding a red cross sword, and standing beside him with a warning look on his face, the angel Michael!

Michael turned his flawless face and smiled at them again, and his body swayed slightly, and walked out of the mural of the picture.

The six-winged white feathers behind him trembled faintly, soft and bright, and the pale white light without any impurities spread out. As the white feathers trembled, they spread out in this magnificent church.

The brilliance illuminates the colorful glass lenses in the church, separated layer by layer, like a rainbow.

"Holy, holy, holy..." Various musical instruments in the church were sing without wind, accompanied by the sound of trumpets in the long glory, and the vague figures of the little angel flying, the holy light, holy music, holy angels, and the three intertwined, which directly rendered this place into a holy realm of heaven!

Such an accident happened in the church in an instant. How could Pope Francis not notice it?

As soon as he looked up, he could see the sacred figure hanging in the air, holding a red cross sword in one hand and a golden cross balance in the other. The six wings behind him trembled slightly, and the soft holy light continued to sprinkle out!

For a moment, he was stunned, and then his face turned red, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest with excitement.

"My Lord, you have finally heard the call of your servant and brought down a miracle!"

In these years, no one can know that the anxiety and fear in his heart are likely to wake up worriedly every midnight, or sleep with thoughts. The world's faith has passed away extremely, although they have made a lot of remedies, but unfortunately they have little effect or simply nothing.

When the Supreme and omnipotent God was beaten up, how many believers could stabilize their faith in their hearts?

Therefore, Pope Francis was still feeling like a treasure when he knew that the ceremony of calling the gods might be useless, or he was performing such a ceremony every day!

Today, when Christianity around the world is about to collapse, as long as it can stabilize the situation, let alone a set of rituals, even a straw, he must hold on to it!

And now with the arrival of this great king in heaven, the heavy stone with a hundred million equal parts in his heart fell down!

"Lord, you finally remember your Lambs in the World, and they were almost stolen by others!"

He sighed in his heart, and then his body, which was originally kneeling on the ground, was ready to lower his head deeply.

Even in the doctrine of the Holy See, the Pope's person should be equal to the Son, and is still above these many seraphs. In theory, he does not need to kneel down and worship.

But how could the pope be sure that if he really did this, would this dignified Heavenly King Michael Miel cut him with one sword?

After all, they all know the great king of heaven from myths, and no one knows the real situation. Now they should admit defeat.

Behind the Pope, Lawrence and Andrew, two third-level knights, also woke up as if they were dreaming, hurriedly followed the Pope and knelt in front of the Archangel.

Just as Pope Francis was about to kneel down, the angel in the air gently snatched out a physical glory, and the glory rolled him up directly.

"You don't have to do this, you are the spokesperson of my Lord, except for my Lord."

Michael's voice was accompanied by the chants filled with the church, bright and magnificent, full of brilliant brilliance. The people on the field who were listening to it seemed as if they were baptized in their hearts.

With a few words, Michael had already walked to Pope Francis. The holy light was magnificent, dazzling but not dazzling, and it shone like daylight.

It was not until this time that Pope Francis could truly see the appearance of the archangel.

Under the layers of holy light, Michael's face was handsome and majestic, and the vast aura of the gods pressed him down so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"O that shepherd on earth, your call awakens my Lord from a long sleep. The world is about to change greatly, and the age of myth is about to come. In those long years, the ten-target covenant between man and God has begun to gradually lose the covenant. The Lord hopes to sign the ten-target covenant with you. Can it be?"

Michael's tone did not have much difference in the past and after, as if he was saying extremely ordinary words.

But in the ears of this pope, he was no less than the real storm and storm. The storm of a word shocked him. If he hadn't been stuck by Michael's glory, he would have almost sat directly on the ground!

He really didn't expect that since the founding of the Holy See, an ordinary pope, could have the treatment of the Saint Moses in such a tide of times. This is a glory that is enough to be written into the history of mythology.

"I am willing, I am willing to sign the ten signs that my lord has put down again!" The Pope Francis's eyes were red, his voice was trembling and hoarse, like two pieces of dry gauze rubbed against each other.

Myths have entered reality, history has flowed into the present, and ancient scenes meet in the modern world. Such disorder of time and space, and the great sense of accomplishment of reshaping myths, even Francis has created a worthwhile even if he returns to God now!

"Well, it's great." Michael nodded slightly, then turned to look at the two knights who didn't dare to move. "You can't participate in the signing of the Lord and the Shepherd. Please leave first."

The light was paved, like silk and silk, and gently wrapped the two knights and sent them out of the church. Then the door sounded and closed the door directly!

The two knights looked at each other, suppressing their inner horror. They acted on their own, but they were preparing to inform the cardinals of the arrival of the Archangel of Heaven. Now the Pope is reappearing the myth. They are the only ones to preside over the overall situation!

Time was not fast, but in just a short half of the moment, I saw that above the church, either pure white, crystal clear, mellow, or golden. All kinds of holy lights soared into the sky under the guidance of a cross scale, under the accent of the chants of the sky.

The holy light scattered and turned into the phantom of the nine-story holy mountain of heaven, sinking and floating above the Vatican.

Under the endless holy light, the Vatican directly turned into a holy city of light!

Above the holy city, the church opened with a bang, and the Pope Francis was wearing a crown of thorns and holding a scepter of light engraved with countless angels. While walking, it seemed that there was a holy light that was guarding him.

He sang to the sky, "Our Father in heaven, may your name be sanctified, may your kingdom come. May your will be fulfilled on earth, as in heaven..."

On the land of the Vatican, countless tourists and Christians were also shed tears under the leadership of dozens of old men dressed in big Red Bishops' robes, and were also echoing loudly with the Pope's chanting.

"Please give us what we need today; forgive our sins and debts, just as we forgive those who owe us sins. Do not let us tempt skillfully, please save us from the evil ones!"

The hymn is loud and soars into the sky, echoing the phantom of the nine-story holy mountain!
Chapter completed!