Gun of Ashes Chapter 859

He looked rather miserable, with gray and white hair ssily covering his face, and his body was dirty, stained with blood.

Seeing this, Hu ao felt a bit delighted. So the so-called Your Eminence was also an ordinary person, caught off guard by this sudden encounter.

Hu ao wanted to say sothing else, but his gaze seed to be captured by sothing.

His eyes were locked onto Miguel's head, and Hu ao couldn't help but swallow, his mind tempted and fired up.

It was an exquisite crown, without any ornate jewelry embellishnts, nor any astonishing craftsmanship, just a simple crown with elegant curves intertwined like laurel branches.

This was a crown without any material value, tossed to a jeweler's hand, they wouldn't even give it a second glance.

This was a crown of extraordinary value, symbolizing power and desire, embodying the Orthodox Pope. Although the ceremony was rudely interrupted, Miguel had long grown impatient to wear it.

The crown had magic power... power had magic power.

Despite the urgent situation, Miguel wasn't worried at all. He maintained composure, as if everyone were playthings in his hand.

"Your Eminence."

Back to his senses, Hu ao realized his impoliteness and bowed his head to Miguel in apology.

Miguel didn't bother with that and instead asked coldly.

"How's the situation?"

"Terrible, I encountered nothing but battles on my way out. We need to find a way to escort you out," Hu ao said.

"So, it's already completely 'out of control'?"

Miguel remained utterly unconcerned as he asked Hu ao.

"Hmm..."

Hu ao thought for a mont and affird.

Miguel showed a faint smile. He knew he needed to remain serious in this situation, but the thought of what was about to happen filled him with uncontrollable joy.

"Let's begin."

He whispered to the guard beside him.

The guard didn't reply but turned to take action.

"Your Eminence..."

Hu ao couldn't figure out what was happening, but before he could ask further, Miguel directed his gaze at Hu ao.

"Hu ao, are you a devout believer?"

If Hu ao were asked this before, he might hesitate. But having tasted the goodness and recognition brought by Orthodoxy, he nodded without hesitation.

"Yes, I am."

"Good, then stay by my side and protect ."

Miguel said as he headed towards the crowd outside.

"Your Eminence, it's dangerous!"

Hu ao tried to stop him, but Miguel raised his hand and stopped Hu ao's attempt.

"My believers are shedding blood for , fighting for . How can I abandon them?"

Miguel spoke without looking back, then strode forward.

"This will be the first victory for Orthodoxy, and after this, we'll win continuously. Nothing can stop us..."

As planned, Miguel walked out of the wreckage and appeared before everyone. The believers were initially stunned, then chanted the sacred na.

Their Pope stood with them, a supre honor.

The enemies then beca frenzied. This was the heretical Pope. If they killed him, they would clear the earth for their God.

Twisted and insane thoughts arose in everyone's mind. They stood on different grounds but did the sa insane deeds.

Miguel savored this mont, and the Choir hidden in the shadows acted, waving blades and slaying the invaders. The suppressed situation gradually reversed with Miguel's arrival.

Everyone called out Miguel's na, whether with reverence or hatred. He was imrsed in this great mont.

But Miguel had no idea that at this mont, his face was appearing in the sights.

"Miguel has appeared."

Eve's finger lightly rested on the trigger.

"Then fire, kill him."

A voice tinged with anger echoed beside her. Red Falcon crouched beside Eve, blood still dripping from the folding blade in his hand.

Red Falcon hated this place. It was like a madman's paradise where everyone tried to stab themselves.

"I know, I know."

Eve stared at Miguel's annoying smile and spoke softly.

"Farewell, Your Eminence."

She pulled the trigger, the bullet shot out, and in an instant, the violent noise overshadowed all sound. The world plunged into brief silence, followed by the roar of explosions.

Eve didn't know if she hit the target. The mont she pulled the trigger, she felt like being head-on ramd by a bull. The recoil from teor made Eve tumble several tis before stopping.

It was at this mont that Eve finally understood what was peculiar about this strange weapon.

It fired special bullets with lacquered antimony inside, like a small explosive, blazing flas rose among the crowd.

Eve had no chance to determine Miguel's life or death, for after this shot, everyone paid attention to here.

"I swear, if I survive this and return, the first thing I'll do is beat up those lunatics of Perpetual Motion Pump."

Faced with so many eyes, Red Falcon summoned courage and raised the folding blade.

What kind of assassination weapon is this? Clearly, it was a miniature cannon launcher. Instead of pursuing precision, it made more sense to maximize the kill area.

"Ti to run, Red Falcon!"

Red Falcon intended to wield the blade for a furious fight, but before rushing out, Eve pulled her back, needing almost no contemplation ti. Red Falcon turned and dashed towards the Evangelical Church believers.

With these two surprising forces joining the fight, they stirred up the situation, and the developnt began to tilt.

However, no one noticed that amidst the ruins of the collapsed Yega Grand Theater, a rumble seed to echo, growing ever clearer.