Chapter 59 The Cardinals thought that as long as they broke down the doors of the Vatican, ...
Before the gates of the Holy See, the blood that had flowed had almost formed a pool, and countless corpses of monsters and humans lay piled on the ground. As time ticked by, they drew ever closer to the gates of the Holy See.
"Break down the door! Smash it open!"
From the crowd, someone shouted something. Catherine and the others on the perimeter tried to hold back the monsters, while the rest worked together to ram the gate.
"Three, two, one! Crash!"
"Three, two, one! Crash!"
"Three, two, one!..."
Bang--
With a loud bang, the door was successfully kicked open. But before the crowd could cheer, they saw a man in a white and gold robe standing behind the door with his eyes downcast.
Even though he was just standing there alone, he inexplicably gave off an aura of being able to withstand an army by himself.
The crowd watched him warily, but he merely raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at the crowd, and then locked onto the very back.
Field narrowed his eyes: "It really is you..."
He had a vague suspicion when his subordinates informed him, but only after seeing it all with his own eyes did he fully confirm that these magical beasts were indeed Catherine's doing.
But there were still things he didn't expect, such as one of the three magical beasts being Catherine.
"You have actually fallen into the ranks of the alien race."
Beneath his sleeve, Field's thumb pressed tightly against the plain ring on his hand. But the voice that came out was calm and completely devoid of emotion.
Catherine faced him from a distance for a long time before letting out a sneer: "The Vatican didn't give me a second choice. If I want to live, this is the only option I have."
"With a face as handsome as yours, you wouldn't bear to say something as cold as 'You can choose to die,' right?"
There's no need to say anything more now.
Field raised his hand, and a golden arc of light spread out in the direction of his finger.
The eyes of everyone outside the door widened in terror, and they recoiled backward. Those who were slow to react were swept around the waist by the arc of light—after a few seconds of hesitation, their lower bodies continued forward due to inertia, while their upper bodies remained stationary, slowly shifting before finally falling to the ground.
The survivors, watching their loved ones who had arrived just seconds later turn into corpses in an instant, cried out in despair. They had thought that as long as they broke down the doors of the Vatican, they would live; but instead, death greeted them first.
Enraged by the death of their comrade, the humans forgot their natural fear of the Church and raised their weapons—mostly knives and axes, things that could be found anywhere in life. Now these weapons were stained with murky blood, the blood left from when they had just slain the monsters.
From above, the crowd outside the Vatican was layered upon layered, all surging toward Field.
He stood alone on the opposite side of the crowd, as if he would be swallowed up by the sea of people at any moment. Yet he remained indifferent, devoid of emotion, as if nothing was worthy of his attention.
The crowd was getting closer and closer to him, ten meters away...
Five meters...
One meter...
Field finally moved. He raised his eyes, his waist-length silver hair moved without wind, and an invisible barrier suddenly unfolded, repelling all those who were about to approach him.
The crowd dispersed... They were thrown up and then fell heavily to the ground, then weakly spat out a mouthful of blood, as if they were spitting out their last breath of life.
Field's eyes were indifferent as he looked at the people standing not far away and kindly advised, "With me standing here, you can't get in. The bishops haven't arrived yet, so I suggest you leave as soon as possible."
But clearly, no one wanted to listen to him.
They glared at him angrily, gritting their teeth as they spat out two words: "Don't even think about it!"
"Overestimating one's abilities."
The crowd no longer met the attack head-on; instead, they spread out in a fan shape and charged at Field from three sides simultaneously.
Field didn't even move from his spot; he just watched them quietly.
As the crowd approached, an invisible protective shield unfolded amidst the flying hair, blasting another group of people away. Because of the shield's immense energy, those people often died the instant they hit the ground. Even those who miraculously survived were severely injured and rendered incapable of movement.
But at that very moment, the instant the wind disappeared, Catherine seized the opportunity and unleashed her spider silk.
At that moment, Field's protective shield had just disappeared.
Catherine had just noticed that it took him a certain amount of time to activate the protective shield each time. Although the intervals were very short, perhaps only a few seconds at most, that was enough time for her, being so close to Field, for her to unleash her webs to entangle his body and restrict his movements.
Catherine raised her foot and slashed mercilessly at Field's neck.
Field twisted his body, narrowly avoiding the attack. Catherine, however, barely paused before taking another step.
Bound by the spider silk, Field could only awkwardly dodge again. However, the distance was too close, and the last part of his foot still grazed his skin.
Instantly, the skin broke open in that spot.
Blood spilled down, adding a touch of crimson to his snow-white skin, which ironically added a touch of vibrancy to his otherwise aloof and cold demeanor.
Field frowned, not giving Catherine a third chance.
With a forceful struggle, the supple, unbreakable spider silk snapped with a few sharp cracks, breaking like an ordinary thread. Then, as if it had no adhesive properties, it detached from Field's clothes and skin, floating lightly to the ground.
Once free, Field turned around and easily dodged the long knife thrusting from the side. Then, he put two fingers of his right hand together and drew a circle in the air.
A large patch of air in front of him suddenly twisted and spun, and the human beings still in the air had their bodies twisted in two, as if a cloth had been wrung out, and their bodies suddenly changed direction.
With a sickeningly loud sound, those people instantly went silent.
Catherine found a tricky angle, took a step and darted out, aiming straight for Field's side, while Tarasco followed from the other side.
Under the combined attack of Catherine's two strongest attack points, Field only barely felt the strain. However, this was at the expense of restricting the outer monsters; the remaining humans all rushed to hold off the monster horde behind them, striving to create an environment for Catherine and Tarasco to attack.
The three exchanged blows, exchanging eight hundred moves in just a few seconds.
Finally, as Field swung his right hand, summoning several spears of light to pierce Tarasco, his back was ripped open. Catherine seized the opportunity, raising her foot to strike his heart…
Thump—thump—
Before they could even react to what was happening, they were sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground. Catherine gritted her teeth, propped herself up, and looked in Field's direction.
Behind him, an elderly man with white hair and beard and a kind face appeared out of nowhere. His dark red robe, which almost reached the ground, revealed his identity to everyone.
The cardinal's hand hadn't even had time to retract before it was clear that he had suddenly struck, sending Catherine and Tarasco flying.
Field lowered his eyes, raised his hand to brush the dust off his robes, and then bowed to the old man: "Cardinal."
The cardinal gave a curt reply and then turned his gaze to the crowd outside the Vatican.
As Catherine looked at him, she sensed a strange contempt in his eyes. It was as if he were... looking at a pile of garbage.
The group's eyes narrowed, and they all looked at the cardinal warily.
He glanced at them, then sneered. With a seemingly casual gesture, he slightly shifted his body, and a surge of powerful energy rushed towards the group opposite him.
In an instant, dozens of people were thrown out. They hurriedly rolled to their feet, dodging the several magical energies that followed, but blood was already slowly seeping from the corners of their mouths.
If they felt they had a fighting chance against Upperfield when Catherine and Tarasco joined forces, then facing the Cardinal, all they felt was profound despair.
He was so powerful... so powerful that they felt they were not facing a human with magic, but a god.
No matter what kind of creature it is, even as powerful as Catherine or Tarasco, when facing a god, it will only feel a natural sense of fear.
Time ticked by, and both of them sustained more and more wounds. Catherine was even forced to call Xavier to join the battle, placing the entire burden of fighting the monsters on the shoulders of the ordinary humans. But this did not solve the fundamental problem; they were still suffering defeat after defeat at the hands of the Cardinal.
Finally, the cardinal seemed to have grown tired of playing with these "little ants." He slowly raised one hand, and a perfectly round sphere of light gradually appeared in his palm, its size increasing step by step.
Catherine and the others instinctively felt uneasy, but they didn't even know how to dodge this unknown attack.
The cardinal's hand could no longer contain the sphere of light, and just as it was about to fall off, he suddenly raised his hand and smashed it towards Tarasco.
If Tarlasco were in his current state, he would surely die if that ball of light hit him!
Catherine, who was in relatively good condition, didn't think twice and immediately pounced over, grabbing Tarasco and pulling him away...
There was no time to dodge a second time; she could only turn around, letting her back take the brunt of the light orb. Instantly, she spat out a mouthful of blood, and her entire body rapidly weakened.
Catherine's face immediately turned deathly pale, looking as fragile as paper.
She was weak, glanced at Tarasco sideways, and smiled wryly, "Consider it...consider it returning it to you."
Field's hand trembled slightly as he looked in Catherine's direction, a rare emotional fluctuation appearing on his face.
He still remembered Catherine's temperament when they were at the Papacy. You could say that he initially noticed her because of her extremely selfish personality, and was eventually attracted to and captivated by her.
But someone like her would actually shield a lowly beast from a fatal blow!
The cardinal beside her sneered. In his eyes, Catherine's actions were nothing more than stalling for time. They were all going to die today anyway.
He immediately waved his hand, and another large, circular silver light appeared beneath his hand.
"Father!"
Just as the silver light was about to be thrown out, the cardinal's hand was suddenly gripped.
He frowned and turned his head, looking at Field, who was blocking his way, with an extremely gloomy expression: "What do you mean by this?"
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