The Pope's Spear Novels & Stories

"Let's go back home to Aya's barn," Diana said. “I think I need to take a nap.” It was two hours later. The bodies of the pope and the priests were left hanging in the cathedral garden, where they would eventually be burned in a bonfire alongside the bodies of the other dead. As the storm retreated, the sky was already swarming with carrion eaters, who were circling the huge pile bodies of the dead. One vulture swooped down into the pope's garden and perched on the pope's bald head to gorge itself on prey.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the spear flying at Pardo like a bullet. "Argh!!" Pardo screamed and fell to the ground involuntarily. The spear pierced his left leg and even broke his bones. His body trembled from the pain, and he did not dare to shout any more insults.

” The one who looks like a Pope turns around to his aide. “We need to be aware of the Alfa. That’s right that Harasho is spreading, but with the presence of the Alfa, we can’t let our guard down as he has defeated one of our cult leaders. It is a threat for us and a disgrace for the honor of our religion” The Pope said. “You are right, Your Holiness, there are so many lost lambs roaming all over the world and we have to lead and unite them.” ‘to tell you the truth, the real threat isn’t the Alfa, but the holy weapons he wields.”

That they could take what they wanted without asking. And Pope wanted me. I had seen it in his eyes in the way he had looked at me. I had thought he was just being overly friendly, trying his luck a little. But I knew differently. He hadn’t been admiring me as a woman. He had been lusting after me as a victim. An hour talking to Keeley and I knew it was true. She had told me everything. Every gruesome, gory detail of Pope's attack on her body. How he had called her Gio’s little whore as he took her in every way. How she had fought him.

Inside the showcase were several types of knives, daggers and swords. He pulled out a curved knife from the showcase and examined it elegantly. He gently ran his index and middle fingers from the handle all the way to the tip of the blade. Then he exhaled satisfactorily. He took steady steps to the man and stopped in front of him. He grabbed him by his hair, adjusted his head to face him and looked him in the eye. "Now you will tell me who sent you" he whispered a bit loudly. The man exhaled laboriously. Finally gathering strength, he spoke as loud as he could. "I've told you before, Pope, I won't say anything. I'm not scared of you" he muttered, trying to force a smile.

Evelyn innocently shook her head, "What makes you think that? Of course it's not me ...... but I can't say that the disappearance of those clerics has nothing to do with me." "After all, it's because someone tried to breed me." At this, Evelyn suddenly cocked her head, her unfocused gaze looking behind the Pope. She said briskly, "Wouldn't you say so, Mr. Asa?" The Pope's face was stunned, yet before he had time to react, a sharp section of the sword's tip pierced his throat - he was simply too old to react and move slowly, and only when the tip of the sword was withdrawn from his throat did he subconsciously cover the hole from which blood kept gushing out.

He flipped his hand to take out a superior-quality spear that was seven feet long. It was a dark gold spear that gave off a sign to people that it was a very mighty weapon. After that, Karl looked at Severin. "This is God-Killing Spear. It is used to kill God. If you surrender now, you can avoid a severe injury from happening. I'm warning you, I'm going to attack with my full power now." Severin was different from Riley. After the battle just now, he admitted Severin was very strong. At least far stronger than Riley. If Severin existed during the ancient times, he too would have been a prodigy whom everyone admired.

For this occasion, he had to wear an ornate mantle called a mantum and carried the ferula, a ceremonial staff topped with a crucifix. The Pope’s aura was one of solemnity and spiritual authority that reflected his role as a major religious figure. “Your Holiness, it is an honor to meet you”, Leonardo greeted. The Pope signaled him to lean down and whispered in his ears. “Call me Andreas, this clothes are uncomfortable. Don’t add to it by pulling these craps”, he said in a more cheerful voice. Sacrilegious words! Leonardo smirked. “It’s a deal, Andreas”, he whispered back and stood upright.

"You are nothing! How dare you fight over something that belongs to me?" These two sentences were especially grating, echoing through the battlefield, lingering endlessly. The Pope was so humiliated and furious that his face turned red. "Chase Cook!" He was seething with murderous intent. "I want you dead! Attack!" With a hoarse roar, the Pope's body erupted in divine radiance, releasing an energy even more overwhelming than before. At the same time, behind him, an enormous angelic phantom emerged. It was bigger and more terrifying than the one before.

Evan said quietly and pulled out a gun to point it to the pope's chest. The Pope opened his eyes one last time and looked at the young man he had raised. "Admit it! you just want the Night family. You will not get what you want!" Evan's expression didn't change. "Is this a prophesy, father? Maybe spending too long refered to a s a pope, you actually started to think you are one." He let out five shots, releasing the bullets into the pope's chest till he went still, eyes wide, life snuffed out.