The Vatican is bathed in golden sunlight, as if the great God healed them in the sky to bless them. On the ancient streets, every ovoid stone, every brick crevice, and every mottled granite reflects the golden sunlight, and the central cathedral, which is as high as a kilometer, makes all the believers who come to the Vatican can't help but shout a glorious city! This is the Vatican City, which was newly built after the 93 War, and the scale is at least 30 times wider than that of the ancient earth countries before the 93 War.

It can even be said that the entire Apennine Peninsula belongs to the Vatican, and after the Battle of the Nine Thirds, it was also called the Vatican Church, a state within a state of the Federation.

The central cathedral, which was white and covered with a thin layer of silver leaf, was deep into the secret temple hundreds of meters underground, and the Tseter, who had shrunk to the height of an ordinary person, was lying on the ground with gritted teeth. Dignified, majestic, with a white beard, the current Pope Gullitt I rolled up his sleeves, gritted his teeth and held a large silver axe high, and looked hesitantly at Tst lying on the ground. Cold sweat rolled down Gullit's face, his hands trembled, and so did the great silver axe.

The twelve gold-robed cardinals, thirty-six cardinals, more than 100 white-robed archbishops, and some other dignitaries of the Holy See in the Vatican trembled and formed a prison in the temple, all of whom looked nervously at Gullitus I at the center of the circle. After nearly five minutes like this, a handsome young man in blood-colored armor and a black cloak shouted in a low voice, "Your Majesty...... Don't hesitate...... For the sake of Lord Tsett, do it!"

Gullitt I's hand moved, and he stared at the six wings on the ground on Tsert's back, which lay flat on the ground, and finally let out a crazy roar.

Whoosh" The silver axe slashed down, and the axe, which contained all the strength of Gullitt I, smashed accurately into the joint of one of Tsett's damaged wings. The twisted bones and tendons in his wings clicked, and with a clatter, Tsert, who had been squinting his eyes as if he was unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes and let out a hoarse scream.

As the Seraphim Archangel, Tster** is stronger than everyone imagined, but in this way, the severe pain after being damaged is also the limit that ordinary people can bear.

In particular, what was smashed was the old wound that Cit healed after being damaged in the Thirteen Star War at that time, out of the mechanism of self-preservation, a large amount of holy power gathered near these broken wounds, and the severe pain caused by such old injuries after being crushed made Cit almost lose his breath in pain.

"Praise be to the scarce God!" The Pope slashed down with his axe, and all the high-ranking members of the Holy See gathered around him praised God's name at the same time, and his hands were stretched out to the sky.

The high Gothic pointed corner dome is inlaid with tens of thousands of head-sized Zakra energy crystals, each of which contains an extremely powerful light holy power, which is the Holy See with a secret method to make the 'Bright Spirit Crystal', which is an important strategic material of the Holy See, and the white spar that Gu Evil Dust snatched from Andre back then is the Bright Spirit Crystal.

All the light spirit crystals emitted a dazzling white light at the same time, the huge temple was shrouded in milky white holy power, and the bodies of hundreds of top clerics were shrouded in white light, their bodies became almost transparent in the white light, and two fluttering wings appeared from their backs at the same time. A wall and layers of complex magic arrays of light poured out from under their feet, and under the collusion of countless rose branches, these magic arrays formed a huge magic array that was extremely complex and composed of hundreds of thousands of scattered small magic arrays.

The huge amount of light holy power rolled and gathered in the magic array, and finally the huge amount of light holy power condensed into a white stream of water the thickness of a pencil, which slowly seeped into Citter's body. The screaming Wright let out a comfortable groan, and his shattered wing joints healed with visible visibility, becoming as intact as when Tzter had been born.

Tst took a deep breath and shouted in a low voice, "Gurlit, go on...... Go on!"

Gullitt I wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he said respectfully: "Yes, your Excellency!"

Boom" another axe slammed down, and Tzter let out a hoarse howl again. The huge magic array was running rapidly, and after almost half an hour of hard work, another stream of white water was condensed and slowly injected into Citter's body. Another old wound on Zit's body healed rapidly under the nourishment of the white water, and he let out a cry of pain and joy.

An axe, an axe, an axe, and another axe, and Tsint's screams, wheezing, and groaning! After three full days and three nights of ravage, all the old wounds on Tst's body healed, and Tsit, who was as pure and moist as white jade, moved his six wings lightly and slowly floated in the air. Taking a deep breath, Tst clenched his fists and looked up at the tens of thousands of huge light crystals embedded in the dome of the temple.

All the light spirit crystals dimmed at the same time, and tens of thousands of dazzling white lights erupted from the spirit crystals at the same time, quickly pouring into Citer's body. The coercion released from Gullit's body became stronger and stronger, and gradually the coercion made the space around his body vibrate, and the transparent ripples that were faintly visible to the naked eye quickly spread, and all the personnel below Gullitt I fell to their knees at the same time, reverently chanting the name of God and praising the greatness and glory of Zot.

Absorbing the huge energy in all the light spirit crystals that the Holy See had spent hundreds of years of hard work accumulating, the original old dragon bell Cit returned to his best condition, his appearance became young and handsome, and his body became more vigorous and muscular, and he looked at his ** with satisfaction for a while, and nodded majestically towards Gullit I: "Children, it is your efforts that have allowed me to regain my full strength...... I will lead you so that the glory of our race will cover the entire universe! All heretics will finally be wiped out!"

He sneered arrogantly a few times, and muttered majestically and in a low voice, "Those abominable monks, there is not a single master among them who has broken the void period......?" Although I am only the weakest member of the Seraphim, I also have the strength to get closer to their so-called Mahayana consummation than they break through the void period, hum......

With a slight flick of his wings, Citer said indifferently: "All the heretics will tremble before the power of our race!"

Gullitt I and the others bowed deeply to the Tsts, and they all had a pair of white wings behind them fanning slowly.

With a sigh, Tst slowly landed on the ground, and he said lightly, "Let those suffering children come in!"

Hearing Tsert's command, Gullitt I did not dare to slack off, he hurriedly clapped his hands gently, crisp applause echoed in the temple, and then the heavy door of the temple made of sterling silver opened silently, and more than 100 papal knights wearing silver armor walked in with uniform steps, carrying dozens of young men and women who were dying without a little energy reaction in their bodies.

Angela, who was the first to be carried in, tried her best to lift herself up, but she barely managed to move her body. Angela, whose essence blood had been drained by Kan Hua, didn't even have the strength to speak, and she looked at Cit who was shining with powerful holy light with grief and indignation, and her eyes were slightly red. Angela, whose body was crushed as if she had been chewed on bagasse for more than a dozen rounds, only a trace of moisture appeared in the corners of her eyes, but not even a little tear could be shed.

"O wicked heretic...... Enemies doomed to destruction!" Tsett's eyes turned red, and Angela's tragic condition reminded him of his former people. Once upon a time, he had seen countless clansmen like Angela, countless powerful angels, who were drained of the essence and blood in their bodies by those evil monks to refine all kinds of strange magic weapons and elixirs, but these unlucky angels were like medicine slag and slag were indiscriminately discarded on the land of thirteen stars, and could only wait silently for death to come.

Looking at Angela with pity, Wright gently put his hand on Angelin's forehead: "Dear child, you have the blood of our clan flowing in your body! Although my concubine's strength is not enough to save the clansmen who were as powerful as me back then, at least I can save my child...... You are the hope of our people, and you will always be bathed in the light of our people!"

The strong holy light shone on Angela's body, and the surging holy power rushed into Angela's body, Angela let out a cry of pain and pleasure, she was withered and shriveled like a reed stick, and her black and yellow skin without any luster quickly became tender and clear, snow-white and pink, her depleted energy was recovering urgently, and Angela returned to her peak state in the blink of an eye. With a thud, Angela's two wings spread, and she slowly flew up, and after flying around the temple, she respectfully fell back to the ground and knelt down in front of Tsert: "Great God, Angela is willing to give up everything for your glory!"

Tst smiled kindly, he used his natal energy to treat Angela and the others one by one.

Dozens of two-winged angels who had been used by Kan Hua and others as furnaces for nearly a year were restored, and they all knelt in front of Tszt, praising the greatness of Tzt devoutly.

Smiling humbly, Tst said lightly, "It's my fault, I couldn't stop you from attacking those evil heretics. You know, they're strong enough to deal with you children!"

Amphit, who was standing beside Andre, took an awkward step forward, and he fell to his knees and wept bitterly: "Great God, it's my fault!"

Zt hurriedly picked up Amphit, he kissed Amphit's forehead, and said with a faint smile: "No, it's not your fault, my child." I can understand your devotion to our people, and I can sense your boundless love for our people. But the enemy is powerful, and we can destroy them with our current strength, but we also have to pay an extremely heavy price!"