Agrea Ephroditi Nero, the Pope's bedroom is as noble as her identity. The whole room is covered with crimson brocade embellished with golden flowers. Swords with faint halos are hanging in the center. A little cold moonlight shines from the skylight on the dome and falls on religious murals with God as the theme. The dark and deep room reveals a rich sacred atmosphere everywhere.

Nero was wearing a white feather dress. Every piece of raw material of this kind of dress came from the first feather grown on the white young pigeon. It felt soft to feel like it was about to sink in. It was extremely comfortable to wear on the body, as if it was embracing a soft embrace all the time.

The bed table is filled with silver candles unique to the church, emitting pure light, shining on the white feathered clothes. The candlelight splashes silver threads on Nero's fair skin, so beautiful that it does not belong to this world.

Nero was sitting in front of the bed at this time. Because of the noble status of the Pope, she always sat there. Even when she traveled, she had someone to carry her seat away from the world and was not touching the ground. Because of this, Nero's beautiful feet were more delicate and soft than anyone else. When she passed through the water soaked with petals, the water droplets slid softly across the toes, occasionally blocked by slightly raised veins, but they would soon slide off the other side.

At this time, a gentle knock on the door came, and the door opened. A knight wearing black light armor and a purple silk shirt walked in. His appearance did not belong to the handsomeness of a prince charming, but was extremely heroic. His white curly hair was tied behind his head very skillfully, and his sword eyebrows were even more impressive. He would never forget it if he looked at it.

He is the commander of the Cross Church today, Ho Anlison.

"Guan, my pope." Hoan Risen gave Nero a respectful knightly salute. He walked over and looked at Nero in a thin feathered robe. He took off the purple shirt of honor awarded by the Pope, put it on Nero's shoulders, and carefully pulled the silk quilt to cover Nero's thighs to prevent him from catching a cold.

Hoanlison squatted to the ground slowly, took off his knight gloves, held Nero's slender and fair ankles, and washed her feet like a humble servant. When Hoanlison held Nero's beautiful feet and immersed in the water, his sword brows frowned and said softly: "My Pope, is the water too cold? I'll add some hot water for you."

Nero raised his legs, showed his feet and brought some splashes, stepped on Hoanlison's chest, looked down at him condescendingly, and said in a papal-specific majesty tone: "You should die with me in the extreme north."

Hoanlison lifted out a piece of his clothes, carefully helped Nero wipe the water stains on his feet, and chuckled and said, "No, my pope, I will not let you suffer any harm, even if those beasts were summoned by you."

Nero sneered and said coldly: "Is it important to you whether I die or live?"

"Of course, my pope." After Huoanlison wiped, he felt that Nero's skin was a little cold. He held the soles of his feet with one hand and covered the back of his feet with the other hand. A mysterious divine seal appeared on his eyebrows. The subtle golden fire took off from the divine seal and attached to Nero's beautiful feet. This golden fire did not have any destructive power, but was filled with the warmth of the sun, and his voice also came, "You mean everything to me."

Nero looked at the divine seal between Hoanlison's eyebrows. This was the power of faith in the cross church originating from the heart, symbolizing the piety and dignity of each knight. But for some reason, Nero looked at it like he was staring at something unclean. After a moment of silence, she silently said: "How many people are there left?"

Hoan Risen was carefully warming Nero, and the golden fire flowed through his skin in the slender veins. After hearing the problem, he shrugged and smiled: "Lancelot of unknown conditions, two of the twelve cardinals, and perhaps a small number of other knights."

Nero's eyes revealed a rare look of fatigue. She slowly closed her eyes and said to herself: "The extreme north was my last chance 12 years ago."

Hoanlison's fingers stroked the veins on Nero's back, touching her skin one after another, and smilingly said, "You are wrong, my pope, the opportunity has not existed from the beginning."

After a moment of silence, Nero opened his eyes, and a flame seemed to ignite in his pupils: "But you should have received the news."

Hoanlison's tone was very plain and he said slowly: "Yes, General Leng Yuan of the Red Blood Empire destroyed a cube in the northern border."

Nero's lips raised a cold curve, and she squinted and said, "Do you have no sense of crisis? Or have you thought of a solution?"

"Countermeasure? No, my pope, doesn't need any countermeasure." Hoanlison raised his hand, and the flames of the divine seal flowed to Nero's feet, stroked some acupoints under his feet to massage her. "Leng Yuan destroyed a cube, so what?"

Nero said coldly: "So what? Leng Yuan found a means to destroy the cube and would soon try to destroy all the cubes in the world, and even all human beings would unite to end the collapse."

Hoanlison shook his head, with a smile on his face as usual: "You are wrong again, my Pope. The cube is closely linked to the politics of various countries and is inseparable. It has become a part of this world. Every ruler knows that the cube should be eliminated, but every ruler cannot convince himself to do so, because once he touches this line, they stand on the opposite side of the people, stand on the opposite side of the entire world, and are enemies of the billions of creatures in this vast world. Therefore, I don't care whether Leng Yuan has mastered the means to destroy the cube, because it is meaningless."

Nero's voice was as deep as the sea, and an unshakable force was hidden: "She is a dragon descendant, an outsider. In this death set by God, she is the best breaker."

Hoan Risen just smiled: "Yes, to be precise, used to be. But now, with the Keystone, she will not become a hero, but will only become a lonely walker. Going further and further along the dark road, the people around her will wither, betray, or die one by one until she is alone and crushed by the huge darkness, and the outsiders will eventually die in the game."

Nero stared at Hoan Risen in confusion, his face began to become a little bad: "Are you so confident?"

"Because I know mortals." Hoanlison held Nero's toes, lifted him to his lips, and left a good night kiss on the back of Nero's feet. He pulled the quilt on Nero and carefully put Nero's little hand into the quilt, then he respectfully left the room, only a gentle voice echoed, "Go to my Lord."
Chapter completed!