But before the cardinal could express his admiration for the changes in Heaven's Gate, he did so.
Inside Heaven's Gate.
There was a sound of crazy laughter.
The cardinal couldn't help but frown, but just as he was about to react, a holy beam of light shot up into the sky, then exploded in the sky, turning into a rain of light, and fell on everyone.
Suddenly.
The clergy who arrived the previous second had negative emotions stirred up in their hearts by the crazy laughter, but they were suppressed a lot in the next second.
When the cardinal saw this, even without looking at who cast the beam of light, he could guess that it was the work of the Pope of the Vatican.
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As expected.
The Pope's voice rang out.
"Everyone, protect your minds and don't be seduced by the infected angel's laughter. It has a corrosive effect on your spirit."
The Pope was seen holding the Pope's staff, raining down holy light, and in his other hand he held an ancient Bible that was suspended in the air. His whole body was radiating holy light, as dazzling as the sun under the night sky.
at this time.
Except for the cardinal and the Pope just now.
The Grand Master of the Vatican's Round Table, the Twelve Knights of the Inquisition, the Cardinals, and anyone else in the Vatican all arrived at the ancient church.
Almost all of the Vatican's highest-powered clergy were mobilized.
The man in the black fog was also among them.
But at this time.
With such a lineup, including the man in black fog, everyone had a look of concentration.
On the night sky.
The gate of heaven was slowly opening, and an angel's head had already appeared from the crack of the door. Even under the intense pressure, his chest was squeezed and collapsed, and blood intertwined with black and gold oozed out, and the blood was still being squeezed out frantically.
Finally with a bang.
The infected angel squeezed out of the gate of heaven, fell in the night sky, and hit the ground.
The man in the black fog looked intently.
The infected angel was covered in wounds from being squeezed, but he was not worried at all. His wounds healed rapidly, and he raised his head and rushed towards the commander of the Knights of the Round Table who was not far in front of him.
Chi!
The Knight of the Round Table drew out the silver holy sword and slashed it out, cutting the infected junior angel in half.
But he was not happy about it.
He raised his head and looked towards the gate of heaven.
At the same time.
As the previous infected angels squeezed out of the gate of heaven, more and more infected angels squeezed out.
One after another.
Just like making dumplings.
The infected angels fell to the ground one after another and rushed towards the nearest clergy.
"Bishop-level priests are at the outermost edge. All Knights of the Round Table, follow me and kill the enemy!"
The Pope's eyes were bright at this moment, and the Bible in his hand was shining.
"They are no longer angels, they are demons! For God, for Heaven, for the Vatican, show no mercy!"
The moment the words fell.
Rumble.
The gate of heaven finally opened a big crack under the pressure, and the infected angels no longer needed to squeeze and could fly straight out.
For a while.
Like poking a bat's nest, a swarm of infected angels flew out of the gate of heaven.
There are too many.
In just three or four seconds, six or seven thousand infected angels flew out.
"We have to find a way to close the gates of heaven."
The man in black fog spoke at this time.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and a terrifying black fog surged up. He waved it towards the night sky, and the black fog was like a tsunami, covering the night sky, dark and dense, like a dark cloud.
When the dark fog like a dark cloud comes into contact with the group of infected angels.
These infected angels no longer laughed maniacally.
Instead, there were screams.
The dark clouds and black fog were like a sea of fire, burning and infecting the angels. When they touched, their bodies were ignited with black will-o'-the-wisp fire.
Just a meeting.
The dozens of infected angels who were charging in the front were all engulfed by the dark clouds and black fog, burning into a pool of thick black liquid, which fell to the ground.
Archbishop Laurent tilted his head and looked at the thick black liquid on the ground. It was wriggling, trying to heal and condense, but the speed was very slow.
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