Cui Fears Fame, Nagisa Fears Brawn
As he said this, the young Cong Yu showed no trace of arrogance or disdain on the surface; on the contrary, he exuded a strange calmness.
However, the two-tone magic power of dark green and pitch black that was clearly intertwined on his body at this moment was excessively unruly.
Before Cong Yu could properly contain his strange magical power, his identity as a freak was easily discovered by all the monks and nuns present.
The pope, who was presiding over the service and preparing to explain the Vatican City's current predicament, immediately showed a wary expression.
Who are you?
"..." However, Cong Yu did not respond to the Pope's words, but simply ignored him. At the same time, the nun who was ready for battle was also ignored.
Meanwhile, some of the more powerful nuns had already formed spells and were attacking Cong Yu.
Although she ignored them, Cong Yu could not ignore the spell.
Reaching inside the Jormungandr Train, he pulled out Cong Yu, which contained a small amount of Snow Woman's magic power in the [Yamata no Cloud-Cluster Sword].
With a simple swing of his sword, he shattered all those probing spells...
And "testing" was the biggest mistake these nuns made.
Even if Cong Yu was confident at this moment, he was no longer the person who would unleash Extinction Formula at any time. He also knew that he could not deal with the attacks of all the nuns at the same time... His objective was clear.
Quickly kill the Pope, then leave.
Then accept the so-called "emperor's" magical power and try more restraining Extinction Formula, so that he won't keep nagging in my ear all day long...
That's what Cong Yu was thinking at that moment.
Because he already knows... or rather, he thinks he knows, that the effect of the Extinction Formula on the host depends on the host's strength.
At least that's what the boss's book says.
At this moment, Cong Yu was unaware that each Extinction Formula had a different attitude towards its host... and the constraints were also vastly different.
The key to [Source Darkness Apophis] lies in whether or not one is "lonely".
It's not magic...
Of course, Cong Yu was unaware of this at the moment.
So, wielding his sword, Cong Yu immediately used the cover of the dust and smoke to rush towards the Pope... At this moment, he was not wearing any mask.
Because there's no need to pretend.
His plan was to kill the Pope, sever the Spirit Vein, then become king in the Vatican City, thereby influencing the world and ending the magical girl system...
In the next instant, the nuns realized that this was an assassination attempt against the Pope, and immediately took countermeasures.
The chain of fire walls triggered by [Flame·Scorch] appeared almost instantly on Cong Yu's inevitable path.
But this standardized procedure was exactly what Cong Yu had anticipated.
Without pausing for even a moment, Cong Yu passed directly through the wall of flames with his bare body... Countless magic bullets and spells immediately slammed into his original spot.
If he hadn't chosen to move forward without hesitation, he might already be covered in magic damage.
As the flames burned, Cong Yu's skin suddenly turned black, and his raincoat was quickly burned away. And in that instant...
The dark green phantom serpent, as if freed from its restraints, began to bare its fangs and claws behind him, blocking the incoming spells one by one.
Then, a sword was slashed out...
"How could you...?"
"Oh no!"
"Your Majesty!"
Amidst numerous gasps of surprise, the sword blade falling from the Cong Yu was blocked by a holy light... This was a shield cast by the Pope's magical artifact.
It was a standard technique, so it was within Cong Yu's expectations.
"Sing to the bottomless depths of Midgard, beast of the swamp bound by cursed chains, manifest with the death of the underworld, its spell is called—"
"The Dusk Train!"
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[Mana Loading 49.17%]
[Chanting Guidance & Manual Control Mode Enabled]
[Chanting Type, Area-of-Effect, Non-Directional, Confirmed Complete]
[Calling for the Dusk Train]
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Although chanting is necessary at this moment to obtain power similar to that of the "Jormungandr Train" after it has fully grown.
But this is enough to show just the tip of the iceberg of the full power that the train, which is still in its infancy, has seized from the future.
Something as black as ink, a train as black as a wolf or a snake, surged down from above the Pope's head.
At the same time, the "Ouroboros" behind Cong Yu was thrusting forward from behind the Pope... while a sword was swinging towards him from the front.
Simultaneously from three directions
The attack immediately made the Pope realize that the strange man who attacked him was no ordinary person.
Therefore, the Pope had no choice but to resort to his last secret technique!
The Church's Secret Techniques: A Grand Gathering of Magical Tools!
That's right, it's the power of money! It's the power of money!
The magical tools, which were not cheap, but rather appeared expensive, began to glow.
Then, about eighty-one layers of shields appeared on the Pope... The Yellow Springs Train shattered three layers, and the Ouroboros pierced through one layer before nearly breaking its bones when it hit the second layer.
With a single stroke, a layer was cleaved away.
"Ha?!"
Cong Yu exclaimed in shock and confusion, then watched as the Pope lazily rolled around and fled to the foot of the chapel in the cathedral.
"What!?"
Incredibly Cong Yu swept through, slicing through the chairs and chasing after the Pope... successfully weakening the shield by about a dozen layers.
After that, Cong Yu finally sensed something, looking at the church doors that had been deliberately sealed off...
Suddenly, he had a bad feeling.
"Wang... no, but not far off."
"Hmm, can we win?"
"We can't win, absolutely not."
Such a conversation appeared behind Cong Yu. When he turned around, he saw seven or eight magical girls with determined eyes.
These are the first magical girls from the Church to arrive.
They are the world's strongest group of magical girls— the Holy Guard.
But we cannot back down.
"Yes... because this is the Vatican City. Perhaps this place will fall, but clearly not now."
As they said this, several of these magical girls were engulfed in flames symbolizing "100% Emotional Loading" and "100% Resolve Loading."
"Did you see that? The destined king... You are truly powerful, yet you possess not a single ounce of love for humanity."
"For the sake of humanity, let this end here."
"This is the Vatican City. I wonder if you, who came with murderous intent, have seen it? And are you even aware of it...?"
What is protecting us?
What does it symbolize?
The answer is...
"The Future of Humanity!"
"..." Oh no, it's really bad...
Even if it was just an illusion, to Cong Yu, it was as if she could really hear something burning with a rumbling sound as these magical girls swore their oaths in unison... Was it really a declaration of resolve?
What burns brightly is the resolve of these magical girls.
Cong Yu: "..."
Faced with a burning determination and a love for humanity, the young Cong Yu offered the following answer:
Cong Yu: "Xi, is it possible to reconcile?"
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[Mana Loading 61.3%]
[Upper-Level Emotional Loading - Love Loading +100%]
[Determination Loading +100%]
[Activate Manual Control Mode]
[Self-reinforcing type, destructive, non-directional, confirmed complete]
[A Gift from Heaven - Offered to All Lambs]
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"Croak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Chapter 473 Green fears fame, water fears strength
"That's roughly the situation. His Holiness the Pope was forced under the table... or rather, under the chair."
The historian spoke with a calm expression, while Pope Joseph coughed lightly, "You're focusing on the wrong thing; it's not my concern."
"Under my brilliant and mighty command, that young, strange man who seemed to possess the qualities of King Level was almost killed by us!"
"However, in the end, the other party still fled in disarray."
Brad Fanmilion pondered his father-in-law's words for a moment, "It sounds like you weren't in command; it was all the Holy Guard doing the work?"
"No, no, no, my survival boosted morale."
Brad pondered the Pope's explanation for a moment, then said, "But you still didn't have any command..."
After Brad pressed on to this point, Joseph Fanmilion's expression darkened. "Can't we just drop the issue of command?"
"..." Brad opened his mouth, then said, "That's possible... but whether you give orders or not, you always hide under the table, don't you?"
"..." How dare they expose my weaknesses like that?!
The Pope is furious!
But after thinking it over, the Pope wasn't angry anymore... Brad was an honest man, and it was this quality that made him agree to the marriage between him and his daughter.
"I never imagined that the guy with the icy eyes who forced me to the table... cough cough, forced me to take things seriously back then..."
As he said this, the Pope seemed quite moved. "It's actually that Monster King who casually saves magical girls..."
Just as he hadn't expected Cong Yu to survive and escape under such "Full Fill" conditions back then.
Just as he hadn't expected, after the Vatican City became the New Vatican City, and then the New New Vatican, that terrifying boy from back then didn't come to take revenge.
I initially thought they'd be sent back eventually, but they never came... Was it because they were recuperating in Wind City and then fell in love with the city?
Or perhaps, it was the presence of kind-hearted humans who prompted his transformation.
Thinking this, Joseph, who had never imagined that the boy was the King of Wind City, felt his heart filled with curiosity.
But...
Although Cong Yu was still that boy, and he was still that old man, he had clearly aged a bit more.
Apart from a gentler expression, the other person seemed unchanged... even though it was a good thing.
But it was only at this moment that Joseph Fanmilion dared to deny that he was truly getting old...
Yeah, I didn't feel old when I was watching videos of beautiful women.
Thinking this, the Pope, who refused to admit he was getting old, decided to watch his sister dance a little longer to make himself look younger.