Its Name Is-Mexico

It is sacred and holy, befitting the Vatican City.

Following closely behind, the Angel's handsome face and perfectly proportioned body also conformed to divine aesthetics.

If it weren't for the "malice" attributed to the "master," it would be a scene quite suitable for painting in oils.

Unfortunately, all of the other party's thoughts revolve around "Moerae"... This is the absolute difference in their stance.

It retains its self-awareness, but all good, evil, right, wrong, beauty, ugliness, righteousness, and wickedness will give way to Moerae.

It is very similar to the state of the people controlled by his own "Hydra Brand".

"..."

"It's so cold."

Dente rubbed her nose and muttered something... and just as she said, the surrounding walls were now covered in frost.

The instant she uttered those words, the Angel was fully revealed to the world...

Before he could even get a clear look at his surroundings, what he sensed first, even before his "sight," was (touch).

It is a kind of...

A bone-chilling cold.

"Ice?"

The Angel spoke with a hint of doubt, reaching out to touch the ice layer that was gradually solidifying and beginning to envelop and freeze him.

An aggressive, otherworldly chill, like a piercing cone, rapidly penetrated his body from his exterior.

The body gradually stiffened.

If the power he used was magic, it would probably lose its activity and become difficult to control in a very short time...

--

"Resolved?"

Selena couldn't help but speak up, slightly surprised. "Is Miss Snow Woman that strong?"

Having witnessed Etzel and Cong Yu fight firsthand, and having seen the power of Angel, she never expected the Snow Woman to freeze the Angel in an instant.

However, before Snow Woman and Cong Yu could speak, Tereido explained first, "Probably not yet... the physical activity is still very obvious."

For vampires, even through the seal of the "King's" magic, they can still feel the sealed flesh.

That's one of their skills for making a living.

And just as Tereido had said, almost instantly, Torredo huge ice ball in the air jolted violently.

"Click--"

With a cracking sound, a crack suddenly appeared on the ice puck, which then exploded in the next instant.

The moment the ice shattered, a golden light flashed out.

The golden light hovering in the air undoubtedly contained Angel... and at this moment, his condition didn't look good at all.

The Angel, whose body was covered in fine ice shards, scrutinized the Snow Woman who was condensing magic and the onlookers.

"Snort--"

After giving that cold snort, the Angel immediately spoke, preparing to offer her evaluation of everyone—

"Mean?"

However, it was Cong Yu who spoke first, uttering what the Angel wanted to say, which also caught the Angel's attention.

At this moment, Cong Yu couldn't help but want to laugh. He spread his hands and said, "See, I knew it."

Cong Yu's attitude clearly angered the Angel.

But just as he was about to say something, he immediately noticed something else that caught his attention... to the point that he frowned.

"Who are you?"

Looking at Cong Yu, this Angel emitted the same emanation as the Angel who had seen Cong Yu before.

The same question lingered, but he quickly stopped thinking about it, "No, never mind."

But then, he conjured a light spear, and instead of focusing on the unimportant Snow Woman, he reached out to refine Cong Yu: "Bring her to Moerae's side, and you'll know what's going on."

So you guys had this feature? You can bring people along?

I'm sorry, but even if you take me there, your great Moerae probably won't be able to see me.

And predictably, they might even ignore your act of "taking me there," and wouldn't hear a word you say about me, or anything that could lead to me...

Just like the "Divine Concealment" that Moerae bestowed upon believers, allowing them to move freely in the mortal world.

The Cong Yu was transparent to Moerae as well.

Thinking this, Cong Yu casually put her hands in her pockets and suddenly realized... that she and Moerae had quite a few similarities.

It feels somewhat "corresponding".

Dente, feeling anxious that he was also within the Angel's attack range, panicked at Cong Yu's indifference. "Hey! Cong Yu, save me..."

Dente was just about to ask Cong Yu for help when her words were abruptly cut off, this time interrupted by herself, "Achoo!"

It's so cold, I'm freezing!

The "Achoo!" sound acted as a signal, and countless icicles immediately formed in the air.

With its tip aimed at the Angel, layers of energy condensed around Angel, protecting Cong Yu and the others while simultaneously sealing off its movements.

"Bang!!!"

The Angel's hurled beam of light only managed to shatter a few layers of ice spikes before being instantly pierced into a mangled mess by the "converged" spikes.

Then, with her index and middle fingers together, the Snow Woman who was casting the spell lowered her fingers and let out a long breath. "Phew..."

That's equivalent to instantly killing the Angel.

However, the Snow Woman still made a fairly high assessment of the Angel's strength. "She's quite difficult to fight, but her combat skills are extremely poor."

Yes, their combat skills are very poor.

Or rather...

"To Angel, you and everyone else are nothing but ants; capturing me is far more important."

Cong Yu said this, shrugging thoughtfully, "After all, [who is this guy?] is a major matter related to Moerae's grand plan."

"..." Dente blinked, looking at Cong Yu deep in thought, and asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

Cong Yu shrugged at the question, indicating that it was nothing.

However, the Snow Woman saw through it almost instantly. "Cong Yu is thinking about whether he can use this to his advantage and set a trap for all the descending Angel... He's always been that kind of person."

"..." Dente: How exactly do you guys communicate with your eyes?

Thinking this, Dente gave Tereido two winks, then three, then four, and Tereido immediately understood.

How much do you want?

Tereido asked this question.

Dente: "..."

That's not what she meant at all... but it could be!

Give me another ten thousand—

Chapter 745 Its name is -- Mexico

Joseph Fanmilion

The current Pope, a servant of God.

He dedicated his life to herding lambs and actively participated in political activities, becoming a good pope worthy of leaving his mark on history.

He had beautiful blond hair and a handsome appearance, and a woman who loved him and whom he loved deeply in return...

Yes, not his wife.

His wife had died, and he had become the Pope.

Logically speaking, neither nuns nor monks should marry and have children, as they must maintain their devotion to God.

But that's the principle...

In short, if one is already married and has children before joining the church, there is still no problem with legitimacy.

Because family is important, as the Bible says.

In reality, although Joseph Fanmilion was equally generous with his love for his family... he still wouldn't be a good husband or father.

To put it more interestingly, this pope was guilty.

To love one's neighbor more than one's god... This is intolerable under doctrine.

But he just happens to love people more—all people, everyone, anyone, anything that is called "human."

He loved... he really loved her.

Therefore, even if it's for the sake of all humanity, he must change... change from the perspective of humanity.

With this attitude, the Pope took the lead and lay on the operating table, serving as a kind of role model.

Humans need "leading pigeons".

Regardless of country or culture, all human beings will experience a "follower effect," meaning they need a leader.

It's not blind obedience, but rather following.

Before being transformed into a magical girl or a monster, people don't know what will happen after the transformation, and they really can't be sure whether it will be good or bad.

Even knowing that conversion is the best option if they don't want to be wiped out, and knowing that the success rate of the surgery is currently 100%.

But they still want to do it as late as possible.

They will wait until the "first" or "hundredth" person has completed the transformation before they proceed.

Some people don't mind being the second, some don't mind being the hundredth... and some are even more conservative.

In this situation, the person who first decides to become the Vatican City's first convert is extremely important.

And if the person who decides to perform the Transformation Ritual is the Pope of the Church, then the symbolic significance is even greater.

The magical girl and the monster have shifted from conflict to cooperation.

The Church's attitude towards Transformation Ritual...

These things, which were originally difficult to determine and not very knowable, were now laid out White-White before the pigeons.

Humans were thus able to take flight...

Caught in the cracks of this crumbling world.

"..."

"Old man, what are you thinking?"

Sitting to the side, Cong Yu asked the Pope, who had been given general anesthesia but was still conscious for the time being.

The Cong Yu's expression remained unchanged, and his body remained motionless, only his mouth moved as he said, "Thinking about Angel."

This was somewhat unexpected by Cong Yu.

Cong Yu initially thought the Pope was lamenting that his "human identity" was about to change.

"Oh? I thought you were thinking about using your youthful appearance to experience a second spring in your life after you become younger..."

The Pope's voice clearly betrayed his anger at Cong Yu's teasing. "My private life is excellent!"

I just watch dance videos when I'm bored.

Although the Pope didn't say it explicitly, his eyes clearly conveyed the meaning... This was his silent resistance!

Well, there's probably nothing wrong with her private life.

But if he wasn't watching it during work hours, Cong Yu might have been more respectful... or maybe not.

After all, Cong Yu had personally witnessed the Pope being so frightened that he hid under a table and chair, loudly calling for protection...