NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1089: Giving You a Chance
The Pope buried his head deep in the ground, speaking hoarsely yet fervently, detailing the blasphemer's crimes.
Once he finished speaking.
A brief, suffocating silence enveloped the entire hall.
Suddenly, the divine light on the altar shone intensely, and the pillar of light piercing the heavens slightly rippled as a majestic figure slowly stepped out.
With one step forward, he appeared before the Pope and the prostrated Archbishops.
His body remained shrouded in endless radiance, making his specific features difficult to discern.
"Worthless."
A deep voice sounded, carrying disappointment.
The Divine Spirits didn't even glance at the Pope and merely waved a hand casually.
In an instant, the memories of the Pope were forcibly extracted like film, projected into the air, flickering rapidly.
The Holy Court's glory, internal power struggles, negotiations with various forces.
When images of Gold and Silver Island and Wu Heng appeared, the flickering speed slowed significantly, every event played out in detail, scrutinized.
Soon after, the images accelerated again until the association's content appeared, where the speed noticeably slowed once more.
When all the memory images receded like a tide, the indifferent gaze finally fell on the Pope, who was almost collapsing to the ground.
"Association? Wu Heng? You have managed the Holy Court to this state?"
God's voice remained calm, this time tinged with anger.
Rather than being angry at the losses Wu Heng brought upon the Holy Court, it was more about the shock that mundane forces dared to surpass the Holy Court, challenging God's authority.
This had persisted for hundreds of years.
The overwhelming divine might instantly intensified, like an invisible mountain crashing down!
Uh ah~!
The Pope let out a painful groan, his body suddenly sinking, and his bones emitting a creaking sound under immense pressure.
The hard sacred bricks beneath his feet cracked layer by layer, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading frantically.
The next second, blazing holy flames rose unexpectedly from beneath his feet, completely engulfing him!
Ah~!!
The shrill screams echoed throughout the Holy Hall, shattering the courage of all the prostrate believers and Bishops.
Under the divine might, they couldn't lift their heads, only hearing the bursting sound of flames and the terrifying sound of flesh scorching and peeling, smelling the sickening burnt odor.
The flames continued to burn, and the Pope's silhouette twisted and carbonized in the scorching flames, enduring extreme pain yet unable to faint or die.
After a moment, the grand voice carried a trace of weariness, "Enough! When this matter is settled, come back for punishment."
As the words fell, the flames abruptly extinguished.
A virtually unrecognizable charred body fell to the ground with a thud, emitting wisps of blue smoke.
The Pope, like a scorched corpse, used his last ounce of strength to produce a hoarse voice from his twisted vocal cords: "By God's will... willing... to be punished...!"
"Prepare to defy God and destroy the Church; it's time to bring this world to a thorough purification again."
The Divine Spirits murmured indifferently, their figure quietly dissipating into endless radiance like a foam vanishing under sunshine, leaving only a deathly silent hall and a kneeling charred corpse.
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Association headquarters, leader's meeting room.
The atmosphere was heavy.
'Sword of Justice' Hadara sat at the head seat, his sharp gaze sweeping over a few people below before resting on the religious representative of the Holy Court.
"The Secret Speaker just sent the latest intelligence," Hadara's voice was deep, "It has been confirmed that the last Pope of the Twelve Heavenly Saints Sect is actually the former Blood Clan's 'Gray Saint Church' Archbishop.
There is conclusive evidence indicating that he has ascended to Heroic Rank and is planning attacks on multiple important churches within the Holy Court. This matter requires the Holy Court's utmost caution."
The religious representative, expressionless, nodded slightly, "I will immediately report this to the Holy Hall."
Hadara gave him a deep look, shifted his topic back to the disputes between the parties, "Does the Holy Hall still have no clear response regarding Gold and Silver Island?"
The religious representative shook his head again, "Not yet!"
"Have you reached out to the Holy Hall, expressing the association's desire for peaceful coexistence?" Hadara pursued, his tone carrying an imperceptible urgency.
After a moment of silence, the religious representative slowly said, "I have truthfully conveyed your thoughts."
Hadara sighed, leaning slightly forward, "Looking at the current situation, peace is the optimal solution for both parties, especially since the technology Gold and Silver Island possesses could be a tremendous boon for the Holy Hall and all believers."
"Communication, therapy, production... Aren't these tangible benefits worth it...?"
"Oh? You are quite optimistic about it too?"
An empty, indifferent voice suddenly interrupted Hadara's words.
Everyone in the meeting room suddenly stiffened, as if frozen by an invisible cold!
In the center of the meeting room, the space gently distorted, and a figure surrounded by endless divine light appeared without warning.
No distinct facial features, just a light that couldn't be directly looked at. The mighty pressure instantly filled the room, air solidifying, laws wailing, and the energy flow within everyone's bodies turning sluggishly!
The religious representative's body trembled violently, instantly understanding the same source of holy aura, instinctively leaving his seat to bow and tremble as he called out, "Greetings, Holy Father!"
"Who are you?!" Hadara resisted the tremor in his soul and shouted sternly, his heart stirring with turbulent waves as a terrifying conjecture surfaced uncontrollably.
'God' ignored the prostrated religious representative, calmly sat down in an empty seat beside Hadara, sweeping his indifferent gaze over the room, eventually settling on Hadara.