His heart could not possibly be entirely unmoved.
Even if the Sun Pope could accept that sacrifice, he wouldn't actively send them to their deaths.
In the quiet space, the elder lowered his eyes, looking at the young man who showed little respect for him.
"Are you saying that I'm deceiving you?"
"Yes."
Herbert nodded calmly, squinting at the old man.
What?
Is there a problem?
Is it that you can't lie, or that I can't be lied to?
"This..."
The old man was initially stunned by the unwavering affirmation, then couldn't help but smile wryly, shaking his head in sighs.
"...Haha."
How many years has it been since anyone dared to question him in such a manner?
A hundred years?
Or a thousand?
As ti passed, old friends withered, acquaintances gradually departed, and it grew increasingly desolate around him.
The Church's followers regarded him as a bridge to communicate with the divine, held him in greater respect, to the point of treating him as a deity walking in the mortal realm.
Wherever he went, he saw not the eyes at level with his, only the figures kneeling on the ground.
The Sun Pope silently accepted such changes, deeply feeling a sense of helplessness.
The strong are lonely.
This is the destiny they must endure.
And now, an anomaly has appeared.
A bold young man who completely disregards the vast strength disparity between them.
Daring to et his gaze, daring to joke rudely about illicit histories, even daring to question him face-to-face.
It's been many years since encountering such a person...hehe.
Old friend, is this the successor you've chosen?
Unfortunately, he isn't a believer of my master, not even a superficial devotee.
Otherwise, I would've contested it with you arduously.
"Perhaps, as you said, I indeed deceived you, not telling you the complete truth."
Pope Ivan smiled, admitting his prior guidance to Herbert, then quickly asked, "But, if you think it over carefully, did I really not do anything?"
Do you think I am truly just watching them die?
"Did you?"
Herbert furrowed his brow slightly and, suddenly inspired, tested, "Is my conversation with you now part of your plan too?"
"You could say that."
The elder nodded happily, satisfied with the young man's quick response.
"But, what can I do for you?"
Herbert felt confused, perplexed, and asked: "I don't know what expectations you have for , but I don't think I have the ability to achieve what you hope for."
What can I do?
Right now, besides composing so wild histories, I seem really unable to do anything concrete.
"As you can see, I'm just a junior who has barely stepped into the legendary realm."
He spread his hands, emphasizing his "weakness."
"With the power of the Sun Church, surely there are many people more suitable than ."
Herbert was well aware of his current strength.
Even with the help of Valentina and others, he could only stir things up on the battlefield, becoming a joyful troublemaker.
To truly influence the course of the war, he was still far from being up to the task.
"I think, for sothing like this, it is better for you, elder, to handle it. For , let's forget about it."
I'm too weak, powerless—
"Hmm? Wait a minute."
The Sun Pope paused, bewildered, and asked: "What are you saying? I haven't said anything about asking you to do sothing, have I?"
"Hmm?"
Herbert blinked, puzzled: "Wait, aren't you asking to deal with the incarnation of Sinful Desire?"
To end the war, this is the only path.
No doubt, the Evil Gods never abide by ethics, surely they'd personally wreak havoc through incarnations.
And last ti, to deal with the God of Sinful Desire's incarnation, Herbert secretly wielded the Sun God's authority, causing quite a disturbance—one could say, the true instigator of this conflict is Herbert and Nenasha, the notorious duo.
It was their theft of the Sun God's authority that led to the subsequent series of turmoil.
And this ti, right at the Evil God's base, facing the sa Evil God, stealing once again...wouldn't that be a bit impolite?
Even when collecting wool, one shouldn't endlessly shear the sa sheep!
This is no good, no good!
"Hahaha!"
The Sun Pope froze for a mont, then burst into hearty laughter: "Do you think I want you to handle an Evil God?"
He lost his composure, patting his thigh, shaking his head repeatedly, laughing uncontrollably, nodding to the naïve young man.
"Hahaha! Cough, cough, with us old fellows around, how could there be any logic in sending young ones to do such dangerous things?"
"Moreover, haha..."
The old Pope rely laughed, saying nothing more, but the ssage was clear—Defeat the Evil God's incarnation?
Do you truly believe you can accomplish it on your own?
Herbert really wanted to say he had actually done it before, but at this mont, he wisely chose silence.
At this ti, he shouldn't think about showing off.
The young man displayed an awkward, shy smile, scratching his head.
"Hehe..."
Ah, yes, yes.
You're absolutely right!
I indeed cannot accomplish it~
However, Herbert beca puzzled then.
If not sothing like that, what did he hope for him to do?
After a good round of laughter, the Sun Pope finally cald down, gazing at Herbert, speaking softly: "But you did remind , hehe, doing so seems pretty good too."
"Child, you know? I can sense a divine aura from my master on you."
"I don't know why He favors an outsider like you so much, but since He chose you, I'm willing to follow His will, offer you assistance."
After speaking, the Sun Pope lightly raised his right hand, not needing Herbert's cooperation, the Angel Battle Armor on him began to tremble.
Clank, clank, clank.
The armor trembled endlessly, seemingly poised to leave him in the next mont.
This armor, which appeared aloof before others, turned excitedly like a fawning dog before Herbert, nearly impossible to drive away.
But now, upon encountering the Pope, it seed to waver.
Herbert actually didn't care, for such easily obtained items never made him cherish them.
And after several seconds of trembling, the armor suddenly seed to make a resolution, forcibly resisting the Pope's summons.
Defiant to death!
Loyal to Master Herbert!
"Hmm?"
The Pope blinked, surprised that the armor would defy his will, marveling: "It seems you are indeed favored by my master, even this armor actively resists leaving you."
He is a Saint, also the Sun Church's Pope.
From any angle, this Angel Battle Armor has no reason to reject him.
If it resists, it only proves its deep loyalty to Herbert!
"But this is good too, it seems, the armor will strive to protect you henceforth."
Since the armor wouldn't cooperate, the Sun Pope didn't force it. He voluntarily reached out, placed his fingertip at the center of Herbert's chest.
Nothing happened, he gently withdrew his fingertip, nodded approvingly, smiling: "Well, this should suffice, now I want to see how far you can go."
Herbert blinked, raised his hand to touch his chest, feeling no discernible changes.
"This..."
Though uncertain of the exact assistance granted by the Sun Pope, Herbert understood he definitely received empowernt.
And he was certain it must be an astonishing, ti-limited cheat.
Yet, more than this enhancent, Herbert was shocked by the implications behind the Sun Pope's actions.
"Hiss!"
Wait, what do you want to do!!?
Do you indeed intend for to confront the Sinful Desire Church?
Isn't it wrong!
Am I not a temp worker here for leisure?
, am I?
I'm the one, huh!!?
"..."
Herbert pursed his lips, smiling a bit awkwardly, looking at the Sun Pope uncertainly asking: "So, does this an..."
"You truly plan to make ...a beacon?"
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