What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

His Majesty the Pope can be said to be very dissatisfied with the performance of the saint today.

"As a religious saint, just seeing the strength of the female devil, I lost my attitude so far...what kind of style?"

Although there was a lot of dissatisfaction in his heart, the pope finally did not show his fullness on his face.Just said blankly:

"Since...you are the one who brought His Royal Highness Luo Xiao, then in the next few days, you will be fully responsible for receiving the envoys!"

After hearing the pope's order, the expression on the nun's face was obviously stagnant, and then she responded as if she was waking up from a dream:

"Please follow... Follow the Apostolic Order!"

"Okay... Don't be polite..."

Some disgusting pilgrims shook their hands, and the pope smiled and looked at Lindentu.

"If this is the case, I will lose it first. If Luo Xiaogong is anything, just tell this Sister Catherine."

"Then thank His Majesty the Pope."

The boy smiled and nodded.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..."

After speaking, the pope carried his hands back and led a group of bishops towards the direction of the Holy See.

But just when I was not far out.

A very familiar and strange voice suddenly rang in the ears of the Pope:

"Gregory... I advise you, it's best not to think anything wrong with my little picture..."

At the moment he heard this voice, Gregory VII only felt that his blood was frozen.

Because of that cold and unfeeling tone, it instantly brought him back to the purgatory battlefield eighteen years ago.

It's El Mesa!

The voice of the devil who ruined her life's hard work and brought countless pain and humiliation to herself!

For eighteen years, whenever the wound on the core of his Holy Light was aching, that terrifying daughter would appear in the mind of King Gregory VII!

Although many years have passed, the fear that can crush the soul is still deeply imprinted in the Pope's mind!Keep playing back!

Therefore, at the moment of hearing that voice.

Gregory VII felt his body tremble almost uncontrollably.

"His Majesty...what happened to you?"

Seeing the pope stopped suddenly, a bishop asked with concern.

"I'm fine... just thinking about something..."

Efforts to conceal the shock in his heart, the pope continued walking forward with no expression.

At this time, the terrifying voice sounded again:

"Hahaha, is the Pope afraid of loneliness? It seems that the impression that loneliness left on you last time is still deep enough!"

Hearing El Mesa's ridicule, the pope gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and his whole body collapsed tightly.

You know.... This is in the Holy Capital, the base camp of the Eternal Church!

But, even so, as the pope, after hearing the woman's sarcasm, he was still completely speechless in fear.

Humiliation!humiliation!

What a humiliation this is!

But...not impulsive...not impulsive...

Even now, he can use the power of the other powerful men and various magic circles and defense facilities in the holy capital to repel that woman.

The secret of losing the power of a legendary powerhouse will be exposed immediately.

Therefore, now, no matter what humiliation and unwillingness there is in my heart, I must endure it!

"Okay, I won't scare you anymore, I believe you are a sensible person, and you should know exactly what to do in your heart. I hope you can do it yourself!"

El Mesa's voice was full of joking and mockery.

As soon as the voice fell, the oppressive feeling enveloped Gregory VII's body disappeared instantly.

But Gregory VII only felt the sky spinning before his eyes, and the dark wounds in his body were also faintly aching, and the humiliating stimulation was only added to it.

When the mouth was sweet, he vomited a mouthful of blood!

"His Majesty!"

Seeing the pope vomiting blood, the bishops and guards around him suddenly became a mess.

......

A few hours later, there was a secret prayer room under the Holy See.

Gregory VII, kneeling before an unremarkable statue of the Virgin, closed his eyes and meditated.

The intense emotional excitement just now caused the energy in the body to fall into a violent state.

Now, His Majesty the Pope can only calm down these tyrannical energies by adjusting his mood.

But... after experiencing such humiliation, how can His Majesty the Pope calm down?

"Damn it! Damn it! Inferior spirit! Dirty heresy!"

Thinking of his own humiliation just now, the pope couldn't restrain himself from yelling.

He was unwilling and could not bear the fact that he was trampled underfoot by a heresy woman like this!

But at this moment, a voice suddenly rang from the air.

"My child, what makes you so irritable?"

The violent look on Gregory VII's face instantly stopped.

His body even began to tremble violently...

Because...the voice just came from the sky!It's like coming from, the legendary kingdom of heaven!

So in other words...I just talked to myself...

It is the supreme Father!

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Has the omnipotent Creator talked to himself?

Thinking of this, Gregory VII only felt his blood coagulate, and his whole body shuddered uncontrollably!

You know.... Although the Eternal Church has always claimed that light and magic are gifts from the eternal Father.

But even Gregory VII, the supreme leader of the church, has never received an oracle from heaven during his decades as Pope!

Not once!

In fact... in the records of the church, the last person to have a direct dialogue with God... is St. Peter, the first pope of the church.

After that, no believer has really listened to the sacred voice from heaven.

Even the Pope has never had such a psychic experience!

Therefore...To this day, within the Eternal Church, some people have even quietly questioned the authenticity of the gods.

They believe that holy light and divine art are just a kind of higher-level special magic, a power invented by mankind, not from those illusory gods.

Regarding this kind of rebellious view, Gregory VII is not commenting, but he still believes in his heart.

After all, the person who can achieve his position, who is not his hands full of blood, and who is not hiding the dirty behind?

But who is really punished by the kind and just heavenly Father?

"The biggest heresy... is hiding in the Pope's banquet, and in the boardroom of the Cardinal..."

This is what a heretical poet used to satirize the church.

But Gregory VII thought it so.

Of all the bishops who can put on the red vestments...none of them are truly devout believers.

Because even if it's just one-tenth of the ugly things they did, it would be enough to go to hell a hundred times!

Therefore, when you realize that the person you are talking to may be the true god.

Gregory VII's first reaction was fear and guilty conscience...

Because he was afraid.... afraid that the omnipotent Lord came to punish his crimes!

But then he got excited again.

Because in the "Sacred Book", anyone who can listen to the voice of heaven and make a contract with the Father.Regardless of his background, he eventually became the prophet and emperor who founded the great cause of all ages!

So.... So.... If the great Creator chose me from among mortals, would he make a covenant with me?

Thinking of this, Gregory VII's breathing began to rush.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately worshipped before the statue of the Virgin with a very humble attitude.Creeping on the ground, said in a sincere and fearful tone:

"Lord... before your supreme glory, how dare your most humble servant show displeased face?"

"No... my child, you didn't do anything wrong."

The voice of heaven sounded again.

Immersed in that supreme and mysterious power, Gregory VII felt like he was bathed in divine light!

The whole body and soul were immersed in the gifts from their own heaven, and they were sublimated qualitatively!

Therefore, he has no doubt that that voice is from God.

It comes from the unpredictable creator!

"My merciful lord...I thank you humblely and fearfully for your kindness!"

Shaking all over, bowing to the ground, the pope praised with a trembling voice.

"Lord, please forgive me for my crimes and allow me to ask such rude questions: Do you need me to do something for you when you lower your voice to me?"

"My child, you don't have to be so horrified... God sees that you are humiliated in front of heretics and can't bear to make you suffer more, so he sent me to the lower realm to ask you what you need."

Hearing this, the pope understood that...it was not the supreme god who was talking to him at this moment, but the divine envoy from heaven!

Although, the arrival of angels was shocking enough for the church that hadn't had miracles for hundreds of years.

But Gregory VII still felt disappointed in his heart.

Because.... He imagined that he could make a covenant with the omnipotent existence just like those ancient prophets in the "Sacred Book"!

But at this moment, the voice suddenly became severe:

"God's grace is mighty, how can you mortal be able to guess at will?"

The Pope was shocked!

He never expected that that elusive voice could actually read the thoughts in his heart.

"God calms his anger! God calms his anger! Please forgive my rude behavior! I shouldn't speculate about the oracle with my shallow, humble thoughts!"

Gregory VII almost crawled on the ground and said.

"Mortals...your beliefs will always be so fragile and changeable..."

The Voice of Heaven sounded a little bit emotional, but after that, it became awe-inspiring to kill!

"But it's not surprising..... The divine punishment of heaven has not been lowered for too many years. It is long enough to make these foolish lambs lose their way and sacrifice to the evil gods."

"The banner of the Heavenly Father of Hosts must be soaked with evil blood before it can bloom with sacred glory!"

Having said that, the voice suddenly became enthusiastic!

"Humble mortal, would you be willing to offer [Hanji] to the omnipotent Lord? Would you like to soak the earth with the blood of the evil god? Would you like to let the glory of the true god cover all directions?"

Hearing this murderous, yet full of agitation, the voice of heaven.

Gregory VII only felt his own blood burning.