The pope is as beautiful as a flower [crossover]

Fairy Forest

The elf warriors watching the lighthouse saw the human army approaching from the coast. They were dressed like bandits, without any national symbols.

Immediately, the elves blew their warning horns, telling the elves' children and old people to hide in the tree holes.

But it was too late now.

I'm afraid even these human armies didn't expect that they could easily blast through the protective barrier made by the elf mother tree.

Complacent, the ambitions of the human army soon began to swell.

"The land here is ours!" A general roared and raised his sword, his eyes were bloodshot and swollen with excitement.

Before he became a general, he was a well-known pirate, so his wildness has not disappeared, and he has a kind of madness in everything he does.I don't know why the Imperial Army suddenly appointed him as a general.

Wearing white gloves, the marshal who looked good at home looked silently at the general beside him raising his knife and shouting. .

The marshal left the strongest soldiers in the battle team. The berserkers in the middle wielded sledgehammers and broke through the enemy's defenses like a tornado. The fighters with epee or long swords were on both sides, piercing the enemy's flanks like sharp knives.

Then he himself brought two or three ordinary people who looked ordinary, and quietly retreated out.

The war started when the sun just shone on the earth, and it didn't end until the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the entire elf forest like blood.

In the end, the elf queen showed her might and quelled the war with magic power, and turned most of the humans who invaded them into nutrients for the land. Only a small number of human soldiers escaped, but this was only a short-term end, because the dispute between humans and elves has never ceased. This moment will never end.

"Who?!" All the elves were asking this question, what kind of forces were the humans who slaughtered their compatriots.Their indifferent hearts were infected by hatred, and their thin wings were stained red by the blood of their compatriots.

Looking into their eyes, the Elf Queen knew that there was no room for redemption.

She could only temporarily calm the clansman's desire for revenge.

After ordering all the elves to clean up the mess, the elf queen walked towards the direction of the elf mother tree alone, but she did not expect to see a scene that made her look pale.

The mother tree that was exuding fluorescent light had withered to the root at this time. She opened her eyes wide and couldn't even maintain a calm and proud posture. She threw herself on the mother tree and felt the beating pulse of the mother tree with her heart, but unfortunately she couldn't hear anything.

The elf mother tree must not die, because it is precisely because of the elf mother tree that this forest is the home of elves.If the mother tree dies, the elves will gradually decline.

But now the pillar of the elves is dying.

/Mother tree, you must not wither. / Speaking of which, the elf queen began to consume her own life force and transmit it to the elf mother tree.A little bit of green light, like a stone sinking into the sea, disappeared after being thrown in, without any effect.

Gradually, she began to have difficulty breathing, and she suddenly made up her mind to add a ray of light to melt into the mother tree.

At this time, a golden light and shadow rose from the elf mother tree, and the will of the elf goddess descended. Her whole body exuded a strange light, with the transparency to see everything clearly.

The elf queen looked at the god who suddenly appeared, and immediately knelt down reverently.

"God." The beautiful eyes of the elf goddess kept flickering, because she thought that the appearance of the elf goddess would inevitably bring about a new turning point, but obviously she was wrong in her prediction.

"The elf mother tree is dead. No matter how much you spend your life, you are only hurting yourself and it won't help." The goddess' voice had a peculiar rhythm, as if it had merged with nature.

The elf queen's eyes widened, she could no longer maintain a cold expression, she murmured, "How could..."

The queen, who had to maintain a strong and confident appearance in front of her clan, couldn't help showing a little vulnerability in front of her own god.

The goddess looked at her devastated believer and shook her head slightly, and helped her up, "Someone wants to completely destroy the heart of the elves...but there is still a chance of survival.

"What's the lifeline?"

The elf goddess crossed the clean sea, looked towards the east of the mainland, and said inexplicably, "I'm afraid the mother tree also expected that such a day would come to itself..."

……

The general managed to escape from the forest of elves. In order not to be punished by the empire, he took the wounded soldiers back to his lair.

Although he was defeated, he was still very happy, because the marshal who kept pressing him was dead.And he himself had the life to come back alive.

For this reason, he specially held a celebration banquet that was not at all worthy of the name.

"The marshal of the empire is completely immortal. It's better to die, and no one will collect his body after he dies." He suddenly took a big gulp of wine and said disrespectful words, but no one dared to refute him, after all, the surrounding Sitting next to him was a bunch of remnants who dared not speak out.

During the wine and revelry, they gradually relaxed the tension during the day. Alcohol paralyzed the nerves. The general drunkenly dragged a prostitute he loved before into the bedroom, and at this moment, the sound of swords clashing came from outside the bedroom. .

"What's the matter!" The general who was having a good time pushed the prostitute away, put on his robe and walked out.

The marshal's serious face appeared in front of him.

The general sneered and tightened his belt smugly, "So you are still alive." So what if you are alive, you have not seen him on the entire battlefield while leading troops, this is even more despicable than deserters. In front of the emperor, he must make a good contribution to him.

"Pirate, I will now punish you on the spot for the crime of breaking the peace between the elves and humans." The marshal's expression was cold, as if he had never seen the man in front of him.

The general, whose nerves were paralyzed by the alcohol, didn't notice the danger. He reacted a little slower and muttered, "It's been a long time since no one called me a pirate. It's strange, hehe, ah!!!"

The prostitute huddled in the corner of the bed in horror, clutching the quilt, "My lord, I didn't see anything!!! I really didn't see anything! Ah!"

The blood stained the bed sheet red, and when it was gone, the Marshal took out a roll of handkerchief and backed out, covering his nose, because the prostitute was scared to urinate, the smell of urine mixed with blood was extremely pungent, He waved his hand and asked the people below to quickly arrange the scene.

……

周日

Electrolux, dressed in a neat gown, walked slowly. The white robe was looked up by the believers piously. He held a flower branch in his hand, slid through the air, and then touched Nat on the forehead.

"My godson." His ethereal and cold voice echoed throughout the temple.The moment the voice fell, countless congregants saluted under the temple. They should respect the godson of His Majesty the Pope.

Nat was holding a flower branch, and looked at the inconspicuous attendant standing beside the man, and couldn't help being dazed, because the Pope looked at the man with reserved and gentle eyes, and he still clearly remembered the first time he saw him. Pope scene.

The filthy and unclean zombies roared in the flames, and their lives seemed fragile and vulnerable. The blond pope seemed to be bathed in radiance without emotion, as if purifying all unclean gods, cold and out of reach.

But now it seems that he has feelings again, he treats himself very well, and treats that attendant differently...but he can't tell what kind of difference it is.

After the crowd retreated, the high priests who served in the Holy See quickly surrounded the young man in white robes. They celebrated with a flattering attitude, which made Nat, who had not been popular since childhood, a little uncomfortable. .

"Your Highness, you will get used to it in the future. After all, His Majesty, who passed the test of the gods with a chaste body and selfless soul, is the object of everyone's admiration!" his shoulders.

Nat's attention was drawn to him, the man knew his father, after all.

Watching him look over, Burt smiled and said, "In the future, you will know what an excellent Pope His Majesty is, and he is unique." Burt's face was filled with reverence.

"But..." Bert's voice changed, "If you don't have a bad brain, you should know that you can only believe half of some compliments, after all, you are still a brat who hasn't grown all hair~"

To grow up to be a better person, that's what Bert actually meant, but his mouth likes to say things that don't sound good.

Nat choked and watched Burt leave gracefully.

At this time, a beautiful man with white hair passed by him. Nat looked at the direction he was going, and felt a little puzzled in his heart. He seemed to be looking for the godfather?

Who would look for his godfather in such a hurry.