"The seven days have already begun to collapse, and I'm afraid Sky City is also about to fall, isn't it?"
"Hmm."
"The four corners and seven passes are starting to be lost. Introducing Superior was indeed a clever move; once the followers began to detach from their faith, the situation beca uncontrollable."
"I know."
"Aikonzo is also dead." Guang Wen stared at the flas rising in the distant city and sighed lightly, "In the end, he didn't even get a bite to eat, truly pitiful."
"..."
Thus, the Pope remained silent, speaking no more.
His slightly aged face was full of wrinkles and sun-scarred like a stone, reflecting the approaching firelight.
No fear, no anger, and certainly no wavering.
Just watching.
The building crumbling inch by inch...
"Speaking of which, I have always been curious about one thing."
Guang Wen leaned lazily against the column, suddenly asked, "Aikonzo, he was your deputy?
In the army before, you personally promoted him, and you had high hopes for him, nurturing him almost like a successor. But in the end, he died at his hands... and your relatives were also killed in the coup, right?"
The Pope did not answer either yes or no.
"No matter the hidden truths, he had obviously betrayed you already, so why keep him?" Guang Wen laughed, "And why lant?"
"Lant? There's no lant."
The Pope shook his head slightly, still indifferent, "As for betrayal... it's just betrayal, nothing special. Poverty, plague, hunger, and pain, there are too many of them.
Every Punabantu lives in such a Hell; nothing they do is surprising.
He just..."
The Pope paused, as if recalling the emaciated and humble appearance of that young soldier, softly said, "...was just too hungry."
Hunger and thirst are normal; everyone is hungry.
Hungry all their lives, so when they see sothing, they want to eat it. Once they have eaten their fill, they start fearing that hell of the past.
So they eat, keep eating, until they can't stop and don't dare to stop.
There are too many people like this.
Guang Wen was silent for a mont, sighing in surprise, "...Only at tis like this can one feel you were once a president."
"There's no difference, and it doesn't matter. President or Pope, aren't they both jokes?"
The Pope was unmoved, "In comparison, it is terms like 'beggar' that feel sowhat real."
Begging for loans, begging for investnt, begging for food, begging for aid... as a joke of an elected president, you must learn the humble and prayerful smile, get used to those looks akin to beggars.
Indomitable, enduring humiliation.
Holding onto the ager supplies given, running back and forth, or as a tool and mad dog, for paltry benefits, biting between the Thousand Islands... finally, pathetically licking wounds, with nothing left.
Looking back, Hell remains Hell, with no changes at all.
BOOM!!!
The Sacred Place collapsed, Sky City cracked open.
The flas spread, engulfing everything.
Hell appeared once more before the eyes.
"Haven't considered leaving?"
Guang Wen lanted, "Honestly, you're quite a good person; it's too bad to be a martyr for this kind of thing."
"This thing in your mouth is the closest I have ever co to success in my life; the advice from your mouth, I have never considered in my life."
The Pope finally looked over, calm yet cold, "Go if you must, Guang Wen, why lant? Isn't it just another betrayal?"
Guang Wen shrugged slightly, indifferent to the mockery and disdain.
"Then, according to the agreent, I helped you complete the frawork of Divine Country Paradise until this dream can no longer continue. Now, the agreent is over."
The dream should have ended.
Unfortunately, so people choose to wake from the dream.
And so people, willing to die before the dream ends...
He gave one last look at everything in front of him, witnessing the end, his figure silently disappearing into the hall as if he had never existed.
And left.
The Pope remained indifferent, unconcerned.
Amidst the constant sound of collapse, he sat silently, pressing the Scepter against his knee, awaiting the enemy's arrival.
Minute by minute.
Until screams and wails sounded from outside the palace, the scraping of tal only interrupted by the silence of slaughter.
Footsteps ca from the darkness at the edge of the flas.
Still unhurried, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
"Sorry, was busy sightseeing, ca late."
Ji Jue crossed the last doorway, raised his head, looking at the indifferent enemy above the stairs, surrounded by the radiance of gods.
"How does it feel, Your Holiness?" He curiously asked, "Does the sight of what you have created burning in the flas cause you to mourn?"
Mourn? Waver? Pain?
Or possibly despair?
No, none of them.
From start to finish, the Pope remained utterly calm, no, it was apathy.
Witnessing the fruits of long years turning to ash before his eyes
It was as if he was long accustod to it.
So, no need for further words...
He raised the Scepter, pointing it at the face of his opponent, without hesitation, drew upon all the divine radiance, launching an attack.
The vast white light gathered here, without limit condensed and collapsed, in an instant, seemingly creating countless suns appearing from nowhere, overlapping into a torrent capable of entirely evaporating everything.
The divine power of the entire world gathered at one point, as if at soone's command.
Rushing towards Ji Jue as if the Holy God had personally descended!
Just like a gentle breeze on one's face.
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