Thursday, Christmas, Vatican.

The Vatican is the smallest sovereign state in the world and one of the least populous countries in the world.

The Vatican has an area of ​​only 0.44 square kilometers. It is located on the Vatican Heights in the northwest corner of the Italian capital Rome. It borders Italy on all sides and is a "national China". The territory includes St. Peter's Square, St. Peter's Basilica, Vatican Palace and Vatican Museum. The territory is roughly triangular. Except for St. Peter's Square in the southeast of the city, the border is marked by the ancient Vatican walls. The Vatican has a subtropical Mediterranean climate. The Vatican City itself is a great cultural treasure and has many important works in the world. Although the Vatican is geographically a small country, the Catholic Church has a global influence in politics and culture fields due to its huge global religious population.

The Vatican is the spiritual center of nearly 1.3 billion Catholics, attracting millions of tourists every year. On weekdays, there are many tourists in the Vatican. Today is the day of the birth of the Son Christ Jesus, and it is a major day for Catholic believers around the world, so there are more tourists.

People come and go, gongs and drums are stirring up the sky, and red flags are waving. It's just a joke.

In the early morning, I sat on the bus to the ceremony site. I watched one tourists after another. I held a camera and was photographing. Christmas trees were erected on both sides of the street, and colorful lights were hanging on the trees. The running children, dressed in Santa Claus, and listening to the crisp religious poems of the children in the church choir. The festive atmosphere was quite strong.

The bus is very slow, after all, there are too many people.

"It will take about an hour, there are too many people on the road." Makoto Ito thought. "I don't know what expressions people will have in three hours."

Looking at the happy expressions on the faces of people on the street and savoring the joy of the festival, the actors in the car couldn't help but complain.

"It's so damn, why, we have to work on such days. At this time of weekdays, I should have a happy Christmas at home. Shouldn't I wear such a rustic soldier uniform at this time. Damn boss, will I die if I wait for a day?" A soldier actor complained.

"Okay, brother, wait for the boss to die one day, your money will die. What is your salary today, $1,000 or $1,200. You can earn so much in a day, so I will complain a few less. Maybe you are too rich and you want to compensate for the liquidated damages, 15 times. $15,000." Another soldier's actor replied a few times.

"Okay, let's say less, they all signed the contract. However, Longinus, the actor who killed Christ Jesus is $15,000. The boss is so generous. He is really a waste of money." The actor who plays the chief of the Twelves said enviously.

"I asked, this boss is an Arab, an oil tycoon, a crazy believer of Allah, and hates Christianity, so he spent a lot of money to perform this opera here to satisfy his desires. He staged a drama of killing the Son on the day of the birth of the Son. Praise the Lord, and bypassing my sins is all the fault of life, and it is the fault of the boss. If you want to sue, come to the boss. Amen." A Catholic prayed while gossiping.

"Oh my God, you are still a Catholic. You are so brave that you dare to act this." Everyone said in surprise.

"It's all life." The Christian sighed.

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Listen in the car, they talked about from the performance to the boss, from the boss to the irresponsible government staff, to corrupt officials, to technology, to the future, and finally to religious people who approved the performance.

"It's awesome for men to gossip!" Ito Makoto couldn't help but think.

You can only gossip at this time. Fortunately, Yamada Kazuki bought you huge amount of insurance, and your family should be fine in the next life. I cheated the insurance company in my last life, and I cheated the insurance company in this life. It should be that it is wrong with the insurance company.

Ito Makoto thought.

After looking at the more than 30 people in the car, and thinking about the more than 400 people who were thinking about the ceremony. Ito Makoto must have arrived, the insurance company was about to cry.

In this way, we arrived at the ceremony site in the gossip. A small open space in the Vatican. More than 400 people will reproduce the death of Christ Jesus here.

Chaotic set, chaotic sounds.

"Put everything down, props, come here quickly," the director roared in chaos.

"Props, props! Where did the people go? Has anyone seen the props?" The angry director rushed to him with a loudspeaker.

"Director, I just saw the props." A actor who played the chief trotted to the director in armor.

"The props are listening to the child's command and putting things on." The chief of Duofu pointed at Makoto Ito and the props teacher.

"Child, where did the kid come from?" the director said in surprise and followed the gesture of the chief of the Tōfu. In the distance, Makoto Ito, in casual clothes, was communicating with the props master. The props master was holding a large package in his hand.

"Oh, it's the kid arranged by the investor. Please put the things there. Hurry up." The director came to his senses when he saw Makoto Ito. The rich man was the old man. The investor was the biggest, and the kid arranged by the investor, yes, I can't afford to offend him. There was someone in front of him who caught a strong man.

"Yes, yes." The chief of the tenth prince nodded and bowed, picked up the thing, and trotted all the way to the position the director pointed out.

"Lights, audio, cameras, hurry up, time is limited, move me quickly." The director continued to roar.

I can't afford to hurt. God won't blame me for shooting such things on Christmas, the director thought.

The entire venue was filled with the director's voice, and everyone was dizzy and could not find the direction.

After all, this kind of drama is held here, and it may be beaten to death by fanatical Christians here, so it would be better to be faster.

Seeing that the time to start shooting was coming, Makoto Ito became busy.

"You, yes, it's just that you put down the things in your hands and help me arrange them." Ito Makoto instructed the props to run on the set and put the souvenirs in designated locations to fix them.

666 religious souvenirs with the power of faith were placed in the entire ritual field according to some strange rule. A huge cross was placed in the middle of the entire ritual field, with a dummy tied to it. The dummy had two blood bags, one was the blood of an Eastern European named Christ, although he was not called Jesus. The other was the blood of a Christian believer, and the family of three generations were Christian believers.

Where did you think the blood come from? You have a better relationship with the staff at the blood station and just spend a little money.

Seeing that the things were fixed, Makoto Ito breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the director walked to Makoto Ito and said kindly

"Kid, you see it's about to start. Are you going to prepare too?"

"Okay," Ito Makoto replied to the director, and then Ito Makoto changed into a long black box, which was just enough to hold the God-killing Gun Longinus. He held the box and started the performance with the director.

“Lights, sounds, in place.”

"The camera is turned on."

"The death of Jesus begins to be filmed."

With a word from the director, the filming began.

It didn't take long, and it was 12:00 noon and finally arrived at the most important place.

Longineus's performance of stabbing Jesus. Ito Makoto followed the man named Longineus and walked to the dummy and opened the box.

"Summoning the God-killing Gun,"

With a soft sentence, a card appeared on the collector in Ito Makoto's pocket. A gun appeared in the box. A countdown appeared in Ito's eyes.

But no one around saw it. After handing the gun to Longines.

He whispered softly. "Summon the s2 mechanism."

A red crystal was embedded in the palm of Ito's right hand. A stream of force came from the palm of his hand, and his whole body was filled with strength. This feeling was great.

Another countdown appeared.

Longinus took two steps before stabbing the gun in his hand into the chest of Jesus, piercing two bags of blood, and blood spurted out from Jesus' chest.

When blood spurted out from Christ Jesus, time was frozen, and people seemed to be fixed, and there was no action or voice at all.

Odes sounded between heaven and earth, and lights fell from the sky, and people were annihilated in the light. All those who came to the ritual field died in the light, regardless of identity or status. Death, only death. There was no wailing, no sorrow, no corpse, no blood. Everything was annihilated in the light.

Light, the light of death, guides people toward death. Pure light, so beautiful, so pure.

A huge pillar of light fell from the sky, annihilated the entire hillside, destroyed the entire ritual field, and a figure appeared from the pillar of light.

Beautiful figures, beautiful armor, a pair of wings behind him, a sword in his right hand, and a scale in his left hand. Mud the light of heaven and earth.

"Praise my Lord, who is omnipotent, and you are like the power of the God of the Prison, and you give the sins of hell with God's baptism."

A word of mind, a hymn, endless glory.
Chapter completed!