"Mad Southern Ye from China is here to visit the saint of the Vatican today. Please come out and meet me!"
"Rumble …"
As soon as Ye Chen said that, thunder rumbled in the sky above the Vatican. It was accompanied by lightning, and it was a terrifying scene.
Then, holy light suddenly soared into the sky from within the Vatican. The holy light was shot out from the various churches.
There were the chanting of angels mixed in, and it was the prayers of countless believers. It was as if they were judging the world.
"Boom …"
Stomp, stomp, stomp …
As the city gate opened, a series of hurried footsteps came one after another, as if thousands of horses were charging.
In next to no time, knights in uniforms rode out one after another, causing the deathly silence in this world to be broken.
They were all wearing silver armor, and their expressions were solemn. Their auras were cold, and they were like a torrent of steel.
Especially the twelve people at the very front. Their entire bodies were incomparably pure, giving people the urge to kneel before them.
If there were outsiders present, they would realize that this group of people was the Holy Knights of the Holy Church. They were known as the Iron Army that could sweep through everything.
This was because every single one of them had the strength of a supreme giant. They could form a superimposed formation, and there was even a hexagram formation on their armor. The combat power that they unleashed was enough to make anyone fear them.
After the Knights Templar appeared, the crowd parted, and Saints dressed in white slowly walked out of the city.
The leader was an old man in a golden robe. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and he was about 70 or 80 years old. He floated in the air barefoot, as if he was a god who had descended and possessed supreme authority.
This person was the leader of the Holy Church, Diomartin III. He stood in the clouds of Greece and looked down at billions of believers.
"Honorable Eastern powerhouse, you have disrespected God by descending on the priest's territory rashly!"
The ancient pope held a Bible in his hand. His expression was extremely dignified, as if he represented God walking in the human world. His every word and action was extremely bewitching.
"Disrespecting God?"
Ye Chen stood in the air with his hands behind his back. His eyes were cold, "The Vatican has already listed me as a heretic. Since that's the case, why should I respect the god in your hearts?"
Even though all the powerhouses of the Vatican were here, he was still strolling leisurely as he faced the dignity of the Vatican.
"Nonsense!"
Before the pope could speak, a Cardinal walked out from behind him, "Mad Southern Ye, you were the one who killed the Vatican's Cardinal with Myanmar first!"
"You killed a member of the Church, which is equivalent to challenging the dignity of God. Why can't we list you as a heretic?"
He was one of the three remaining Red-robed Archbishops of the Vatican. His name was Adden, and his strength surpassed that of a Sage-to-be. He had once suppressed half of Greece by himself.
"Very good!"
Ye Chen chuckled softly as if he was disdainful, "I killed your people, so you sent people to join the western army to kill me. Now, I'm here to kill you. There's nothing wrong with your logic!"
He changed the topic, his gaze sharp. "In the end, we're just looking at whose fist is bigger!"
"Your Excellency from the East!"
The Pope said calmly, "Do you know that what you did today is equivalent to provoking the Holy Church, the Vatican, all of Greece, and even the two billion believers in the world?"
Although his voice sounded calm, there was a hint of threat in it, and he didn't hide the nobility of the Holy Church at all.
That was the status of the Holy Church!
It could be said that countless of the most devout believers would die for their faith. They wouldn't hesitate even if they were asked to commit suicide.
"So what?"
Ye Chen smirked coldly, "I don't even care about the Vatican or Greece, I don't even care about the supreme god in your hearts, let alone the Vatican!"
At the end of the day, the so-called God in this Western mythology was just a group of relatively powerful existences.
He, Ye Chen, didn't even care about immortals, let alone a group of existences that fooled the world and called themselves Gods.
As his voice fell, the originally quiet experts of the Vatican were instantly filled with a cold murderous intent!
"How dare you blaspheme the Gods? Your sin is unforgivable!"
"Heretic, this person is a heretic. He's destined to not be tolerated by God. He will be judged by God!"
"…"
The world was suddenly covered by waves of surging killing intent, as well as angry voices.
If looks could kill, Ye Chen would have died many times over.
The leader of the Holy Knights Templar, Philip I, who was in charge of protecting the Vatican and maintaining God's image, drew his holy sword and shouted.
"In the name of the Father, the Holy Knights Templar, charge and kill the heretic who blasphemes the Father!"
The moment he said that, his voice shook the sky.
Boom, boom, boom …
The hundreds of Holy Knights behind him surged with holy light. All of them drew their Judgment Swords and charged at Ye Chen while activating the battle energy in their bodies.
The incomparably dazzling light directly covered all the light in the world, and waves of majestic battle energy enveloped the entire Vatican.
Such a shocking might was like an invisible gigantic millstone pushing forward.
Even the few quasi-saint powerhouses behind Ye Chen could not help but change their expressions.
"Kill me?!"
Ye Chen seemed to have not seen that. He still had his hands behind his back and his expression was cold, "You're just a bunch of lackeys. How dare you try to kill me? Today, I'll make the West have no God!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and a monstrous murderous aura suddenly surged between heaven and earth.
Under this murderous aura, many people felt their souls tremble. It was as if an ancient god of death had descended into the mortal world, and his killing intent swept through the wind and clouds.
"Rumble …"
Subsequently, a terrifying pressure swept out like a tidal wave with Ye Chen as the center.
At the next moment!
The expressions of the many members of the Holy Knights Templar who were charging over instantly changed. They felt that the battle energy that surged out of their bodies had actually collapsed under this pressure.
"Kill!"
The leader of the knights, Philip I, roared repeatedly. He forcefully controlled his body and charged at Ye Chen with the holy sword!
He was a quasi-saint!
"Attack!"
Zi Qingcang, the saint of Purple Cap Mountain behind Ye Chen, shouted and was about to charge.
At that moment, Ye Chen stomped his foot down again. He suddenly said with a thunderous voice, "You ants, kneel before a true god!"
"Bang … …"
At that moment, the entire space trembled, as if it had collapsed from his stomp. It was as heavy as a mountain.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
Hundreds of knights, including the leader of the knights, Philip I, could not control themselves and prostrated on the ground.
They felt that every pore and cell on their bodies were collapsing under Ye Chen's pressure.
The Holy Knights that countless people in Europe revered were crawling on the ground like ants before Ye Chen at that moment.
Meanwhile, outside the huge Vatican Palace!
Ye Chen was the only one standing in the world!
He seemed to be invincible!
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