Cataclysmic Transformation Chapter 279: One hundred thousand years of hatred
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? "By the way, what are you looking for me?" At this time, Wharton finally turned to the topic. ""
"My lord father!" Tommy said anxiously, "I...I met Ron! That Ron wanted by the Holy See..."
"Ron?" Wharton was still expressionless, and asked, "So what?"
In fact, he has already received the news.
"He defeated Omega!"
"What?" The expression on Wharton's face finally changed at this time, "How can Ron defeat Omega?"
After listening to Tommy's statement, Wharton felt that the situation was serious and defeated Omega, which meant that Ron already had the strength of a strong teacher.
"My father, Diallo didn't kill Ron at all, he panicked..." Tommy said angrily.
Wharton's face sank and said, "Diallo doesn't need to panic!"
Wharton still appreciates Diallo's life to complete this task. After all, he is also his own capable man. Maybe he didn't have time to check whether Ron was really dead.
Seeing his father's expression on his face, Tommy was too scared to speak.
Wharton's face became a little more gentle, he paused and said, "If there is nothing else, then so be it, I have to see the Pope..."
Said he ignored Tommy again, turned and strode out.
That's the end of the brief conversation, leaving Tommy at a loss.
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Holy Roman Empire, Mount Hyjal.
In the scorching summer, the top and the foot of Mount Hyjal are two worlds, but the top is not a place for ordinary people to go.
The Temple of God's Metaphor is on the highest peak of Mount Hyjal. According to legend, the Temple of God's Metaphor can communicate with God, and the Pope is the spokesperson of God in the world.
The Pope’s age is more than 150 years old. This age is considered to be relatively large among human sanctuary powerhouses. The sanctuary powerhouse can prolong life, but it does not mean that he is immortal. The pope, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face as deep as a knife. Maybe he can use a special method to restore his youthful appearance, but it is just the appearance, which is not necessary for him.
A long big red robe with noble snow fox fur on both sides, and a crimson golden crown on the head. Ernst, the Pope of the Holy See, is the only existence in the legend that can communicate with the gods.
Ernst doesn't seem to be in a good mood at this time, and there is a thick copy on his desk.
"Wow!"
A gust of wind blows, and the copy is blown away, exposing the dense font inside.
Name: Ron
Gender: Male
Age: 17 years old
Occupation: Necromancer
……
Turning around slightly, looking at the delicate fonts on the copy, Ernst's face wrinkles deeper.
"Boom boom boom——"
At this time, there were empty footsteps outside the Temple of God's Yu, Ernst raised his head and glanced outside, with a slight smile on his mouth.
"My Lord Pope!"
The visitor was Wharton. He walked up to the pope and bowed deeply. He was very energetic today in light armor. The same long golden hair was combed undisturbed and his face was brows. Hang down, showing respect for the Pope.
"Wharton, you are here!"
A smile appeared on Pope Ernst's old face.
"Yes, Lord Pope, may I ask you to call me urgently, what is your order!" Wharton straightened slightly and said.
"Look at the copy on the table!" Pope Ernst did not directly state the purpose, but let him read it himself.
Wharton's gaze gradually moved down, moved to the table, the copy on the table has been opened by the wind.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and Wharton took a deep breath, "I already know!"
"Oh?" Ernst was a little surprised, "Tell me what you think!"
"No idea! This heresy, just kill it..." Wharton said without blinking.
"Haha!" Ernst smiled slightly, his face suddenly becoming serious, "Why didn't you do it before?"
Wharton was suffocated by Ernst’s words. He sent Diallo, the strongest of his men, to assassinate Ron. Unfortunately, Diallo returned false news, and he was very careless and didn’t send anyone. Go and verify.
But in the end, he was responsible for this matter, and he couldn't shirk responsibility.
Pope Ernst said that Wharton was speechless, he could only remain silent.
"I didn't mean to target anyone, nor did I intend to pursue your fault..." At this time, Ernst calmed down and said quietly, "Wharton, I am reminding you that this is Ron Necromancer, his strength is improving rapidly. Now he has reached the division level. According to the description in ancient documents, he is now Necromancer..."
"Following down is the Necromancer, the Necromancer, what shall we do?" Ernst's face gradually became serious, "Walton, I have to let you know that the Necromancer is An extremely terrifying profession may start to be relatively weak, but as his strength advances, his combat effectiveness will become stronger and stronger. In the later stage, I am afraid we will not be his opponents..."
Ernst's gaze turned slowly, "At that time, you and I will be sinners of the Holy See..."
Wharton was sweating profusely, and said anxiously, "My Lord Pope, this..."
Wharton calmed down, "Why, why does the Holy See value Ron so much, he is just a necromancer!"
"This is our mission!" Ernst raised his voice.
"It is indeed the glorious mission of our Holy See to destroy such heretics as undead magic, but why does the Holy See have this mission, or where does this mission come from?" Wharton asked.
"I know some of this!" Ernst calmed down and said.
He sighed slightly, "Speaking of which, the entanglement between our holy church and undead magic dates back 100,000 years."
"A hundred thousand years ago? Omros continent?" Wharton was surprised.
"Yes!" Ernst nodded, "One hundred thousand years ago, there were already unclear numbers of necromancers, death knights, necromancers, shadow assassins and other professions coveted in Omros Continent. They were very powerful. , Almost all over the entire continent, even the elves, orcs, and beasts of the strongest period had to bow to them, and the name of this force was-the church of natural disasters..."
"I know this!" Wharton nodded and said, "I have also seen some related things, but the natural disaster church has disappeared?"
"Haha!" Ernst's face was full of smiles, "Do you know how the natural disaster church disappeared?"
"It is said that these heretics were wiped out by our Holy See. According to historical records, the Holy See launched a holy war and destroyed the natural disaster church in one fell swoop!" Wharton said.
"Wrong!" Pope Ernst shook his head. "Our Holy See was just established one hundred thousand years ago. The strength is not enough to compare with the Scourge Church. At that time, the Scourge Church was suffocatingly powerful." /
"What's the matter?" Wharton was surprised when he heard it.
"The holy war was indeed initiated by the Holy See, but to destroy the natural disaster church, it is not our power alone. Our power simply cannot reach this point. We united the forces of the orcs, elves, and monsters to carry out the holy war. It can be said that at that time, almost all the forces on the whole continent at the time were gathered to make the churches of natural disasters disappear, and this process lasted for a hundred years, so the holy war has another name, called the Hundred Years of Jihad..."
Pope Ernst’s eyes are full of sadness, “Humans, orcs, elves, and monsters form a powerful coalition to march towards the core of the church of natural disasters-Undercity. Along the way, countless countries have been destroyed. These countries are all affected by natural disasters. Under the control of the church, and at the same time, the coalition forces have also suffered great losses. Countless elites have fallen. Many of the strong have the idea of dying with the strong of the natural disaster church and exhausted the vital power of the natural disaster church..."
"In the end, the elite forces of the Natural Disaster Church were exhausted, and the coalition forces also won the final victory!"
Wharton was short of breath. He hadn't heard what Ernst said before.
Wharton calmed down and calmed down his nervousness. He said in a hoarse voice, "In this way, our Holy See has set this mission to destroy the Necromancers desperately to prevent them from rising again!"
Ernst shook his head, "Wharton, you are wrong again!"
"The rise and decline of each power is a specific process. No one can stay strong forever, and we have no intention of preventing them from rising again!"
Wharton was startled, "What about it?"
Ernst sighed, "At that time, the first Pope of our Holy See, Antonio, made an unexpected decision when he destroyed the Scourge Church—" Ernst paused.
"His Majesty Antonio decided to carry out the pursuit of undead professions throughout Omros. With this order, countless undead professions fell to the ground, among which the most powerful necromancer was slaughtered..."
"So what? Heresy, must be executed!" Wharton said sternly.
Ernst smiled slightly and said, "Do you know how many undead professions in Omros Continent at that time? Tell you, with the order of cleaning, the human population in Omros Continent has been directly reduced by a fifth. Three..."
"What?" Wharton was completely stunned. Three-fifths of the population was such a huge number. Wharton was simply unimaginable. After three-fifths of the population of Noah Continent was reduced What will become.
"More importantly, His Majesty Antonio also ordered the destruction of all books related to the natural disaster church and undead magic. Don’t talk about practice notes. Even a novel that mentions the natural disaster church or the undead magic a little bit. Destroyed mercilessly, and this process continued for a full one hundred years before erasing everything related to the natural disaster church, including all inherited memories..."
"Wharton, do you understand now?"
At this time, Ernst turned around abruptly and stared at Wharton like a sword. "What we and the Scourge Church do is not a process of ebb and flow, but a hatred that cannot be shared. This hatred has lasted for a hundred thousand years..."
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