Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

The Pope and the Seven Holy Apostles all looked up.

As the light scattered around, the thing inside was revealed.

"People? No, they're not!"

The Pope squinted her eyes and carefully evaluated them.

Inside the lights were humanoid monsters.

The main reason why they can be determined as not human is because despite having very similar bodies to humans, they have no features on their faces.

The power of elements surrounded them, casually concentrating as they moved their hands and feet.

All 10 elements dispersed in waves from the sky, devastating the city below.

Even Great Holy Apostle Hurt's expression changed.

As an experienced fighter, he very quickly noticed the main issue.

"Their control of the Elements is much more powerful compared to Elementalists!" he shouted.

"They seemed almost like masters of the elements" Cardinal Kid also commented.

In the sky, the faceless monsters glowed in different colored light.

Each of them were able to masterfully control a different element.

-------Fiendkind.

The Fiendkind of Frozen Hell had gathered and begun their assault.

The entire Holy Empire's capital was their target.

The reason why the Holy Church got attacked first was simply because the church complex was the biggest and most eye-catching building in the capital.

"Dispatch all Professionists, the seven of you directly command the battle, quickly!" the Pope loudly ordered.

The Seven Holy Apostles lead their subordinates to intercept the monsters in the sky.

Almost immediately, the battle went straight to its most devastating period.

Fiendkinds are able to perfectly control the elements, making attacks several times stronger than those of a normal Professionist.

They can even fly.

Since all Fiendkinds are flying in the sky, normal Professionists' attacks couldn't even reach them.

So the Holy Church dispatched its Assault Mech squad.

But these Mechs were already obsolete weapons.

And the amount of Fiendkind far outnumbered those of the Mechs.

They were able to fly and attack freely.

The Holy Church's army couldn't help falling into a desperate battle.

In just a few dozen minutes, the Fiendkinds have already achieved an absolute advantage.

They were moving closer to the Holy Church's sanctuary.

The Pope had to go into battle herself, killing 7-8 Fiendkinds.

This angered the Fiendkinds greatly.

Hundreds of Fiendkinds gathered and fired off barrages of elemental attacks one after another.

The Holy Church sanctuary was easily levelled.

Even the Pope didn't dare receive such terrifying attacks.

She was only one person after all.

Using a card to flee, the Pope managed to escape from danger temporarily.

The battle continued.

Unable to find their target, the Fiendkinds started to unleash their rage upon other people.

Time slowly passed.

Even after a few thousand Holy troops as well as two Holy Apostles dying in battle, the Pope was still hiding in a secret place.

She did not try to act again.

She only silently hid, carefully observing the scene in the sky.

"Spirit Mage Tribe? They seem to be creatures from the previous Era, but there's still an essence of death on them, seems like they really did come out from hell"

Now that she can't go to Fog Isle, if she's unable to protect this place, the only choices left for her would be to go to space, or drift around to a different world.

A bloody Great Holy Apostle Hurt came running in to report: "We have used everything we could, but there's always more and more of them, it's hard for us to kill even one of them"

The Pope looked at the sky.

The Fiendkinds' elemental attacks when combined multiplies in power.

When more and more of them appear, hundreds of elemental rays will fuse and turn into an overwhelming attack spell.

Even she couldn't take such an attack head-on.

The Holy Church has fully collapsed.

The sunlight peered through the broken roof, shining through the Pope's veil to illuminate her face.

She suddenly smiled.

During the last few days, she has been floating adrift on the ocean of corpses, holding on to her last breaths.

Who would've thought she would still be pushed into a corner despite returning here.

She can't retreat

And she definitely can't endure anymore of this.

"Hurt, are you afraid to die?" the Pope asked.

"For the Holy Church, I am willing to sacrifice my everything" Hurt replied.

"For the Holy Church, why not for me?" the Pope was a bit disappointed.

Hurt was a bit stunned and responded: "Because you and the Holy Church are one and the same"

The Pope went silent for a bit, then ordered: "Go, summon Ivan the Judge of Repentance"

Hurt noticed something was off and replied: "Ivan is a bit dull in the head, if you need anything, just tell me, I'm willing to sacrifice everything for the Holy Church"

"No, the following mission isn't suitable for you, summon Ivan, now"

"…Yes, your holiness" Hurt couldn't help but accept his orders.

Ivan the Judge of Repentance quickly arrived before the Pope.

"Hurt, go and stabilize the frontline" the Pope ordered.

"Roger" Hurt backed down.

When leaving, he looked at his brother in worry.

"I await your orders" Ivan knelt down on one knee.

The Pope walked towards him step by step, uttered in a low voice: "Ivan, you are a Repentance, one with the purest soul of them all, and so I shall bestow a weapon upon you"

She asked: "I ask you, are you willing to fight for me?"

"I am willing!" Ivan excitedly answered.

He remembered very clearly how the Pope once bestowed a miraculous whip upon Cardinal Kid.

The whip is able to dematerialize together with Kid, extremely strange and unpredictable.

And now, at this crucial moment, the Pope couldn't help but bestow a weapon upon him as well.

While Ivan was thinking, a card suddenly appeared in front of him.

A dark swirling abyss was depicted on the card.

At the center of the swirl, a hand reached out, as if asking him for a friendly handshake.

But the more he looked at it, the more it felt like this hand contained a sort of unnatural ambience.

------just like a hand of a drowning person, reaching out to try and grab whatever it can.

"Take it" the Pope spoke.

Ivan hesitated for a bit.

He felt something amiss, a bad premonition welling up inside.

"Take it, that's an order" the Pope urged him.

"Yes" Ivan endured and received the card.

As soon as he took it, the Pope took a few steps back.

She silently stared at Ivan, her voice contains sorrow, as well as a sense of fright: "Don't blame me, do not blame me, I also don't have any other way"

Ivan was a bit confused and asked: "Your holiness…"

Perhaps feeling that he's about to die, the Pope didn't mind explaining more to him.

"Yes, even I don't know what will happen when I use this contract card, but I already don't want to experience endless drifting through the unknown anymore, please forgive me"

Hearing this explanation, Ivan was even more confused.

As he was about to ask something, the card changed.

A huge hand reached out from the card, grabbed him and pulled him in.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!"

A tragic, interrupted scream.

A terrifying sound of chewing.

Someone who those two sounds combined can only imagine one thing: someone was slowly being eaten alive.

A few moments later, a satisfied sigh could be heard from the card.

"Hm… a pure soul born from the purification of Repentance, together with a bloody killing intent, even within the Nine Hells, this is a rare delicacy"

"Isa, so you've finally agreed to form a contract with me, as well as presenting such a delectable offering, I am pleased"

The Pope -------or more precisely, Isa, respectfully bowed and responded: "I'm glad that you enjoyed it"

"If the contract has been formed, then tell me your wish" the voice declared.

"I ask to raise your banner and use your name to put an end to a war" Isa said.

"Ah, such a simple thing? I'll allow it" the voice lazily answered.