The Holy Son calmed down, pushed out all the emotions from the bottom of his heart, and then said to the Pope: "Your Majesty, there have been some changes in many dioceses recently..."
He hesitated for a moment and did not continue.
The Pope coughed heavily and then said: "Are there rumors that I have abandoned my faith and become a believer of the devil?"
Heathcote said: "That's exactly the case, and... there are also several self-proclaimed prophets among the believers. They claim to have received the oracles from the gods of Paradise Mountain, allowing them to lead the deceived believers to rebuild their lives.
Believing in the Supreme God, the influence of these people is becoming more and more powerful."
The pope opened his dim old eyes and looked feebly at the sunset outside the window, silent.
Heathcote stood quietly behind him, patiently waiting for the Pope's announcement, just as he had been accustomed to for the past twenty years.
Time seems to have stopped in the secret realm, and the bloody sunset is firmly nailed to the sky, refusing to set any lower.
Heathcote looked normal on the surface, but his heartbeat was getting faster and faster uncontrollably, and he even felt a slight cold sweat starting to break out on his body.
How long have you been waiting?
A moment, or years?
he does not know.
The Pope finally moved, and Heathcote suddenly felt as if he was relieved of a heavy burden and let out a sigh of relief. He immediately discovered his gaffe, but it was already too late.
"Heathcote, how does the Light Canon discuss how to deal with believers who are not strong enough in their faith?"
The entire Light Canon already existed in Heathcote's mind, and he immediately said without hesitation: "Insincere believers should be comforted. If the comfort is fruitless, they should be regarded as heretics."
The Pope nodded and said slowly: "Can you still control the Holy Knights and the Monk Temple?"
"Of course!" Heathcote's heart beat faster and faster, and sweat began to appear in his palms.
"That's good. It's up to you to figure out how to deal with this matter."
Heathcote's heart jumped again, a drop of sweat seeped out from his clenched fist, dripped, and fell into a small splash on the floor with a soft thud.
This almost imperceptible sound was like thunder in Heathcote's ears at this moment!
"Your Majesty, you seem to be..."
The Holy Son raised his head slightly, stared at the Pope, and asked.
The Pope laughed hoarsely several times, and this time the smell of the old man on his body could no longer be concealed, and began to flow out continuously.
The old man who had been at the top of the continent's power for decades finally stopped staring at the sunset and turned his head to look at Heathcote.
Since he was reincarnated in this plane, Heathcote has always followed the Pope, and he has long been familiar with the Pope's eyes.
But at this moment, he finally found something different in the Pope's eyes.
"Hiscott..." The Pope smiled. At this moment, he smiled like an ordinary old man: "It seems that you have also discovered that, yes, now I have lost all my power, and it is impossible to regain it.
Used great prophecy."
"This...why is this?"
Heathcote couldn't believe his eyes just now, and he couldn't believe his ears now.
Can’t use the great prophecy anymore?
this means...
Could it be said that this old man who could make the strong fall with a single move, the pope who holds the secrets of the gods, has really become an ordinary old man now?
Moreover, Heathcote almost did not dare to think about why the Pope could no longer use the great prophecy.
Could it be that the oracles received by the prophets who have suddenly appeared recently are true?
Silence.
In the silence, Heathcote's fist finally clenched again!
The pope had already turned around and looked quietly at the setting sun.
"I know what to do."
"Now that you know, then help me close the door." The Pope said calmly.
At this moment, the Holy Son suddenly discovered that since he came to this plane, this wise old man had been guiding him, leading him on a different path from other descending angels. He no longer only knew
The slaves who obey orders are no longer emotionless machines.
He, Heathcote, learned to think, and from then on he had the meaning of existence.
Heathcote bowed deeply to the twilight old man, and then gently closed the wooden door of the prayer room.
The footsteps of the Holy Son gradually faded away on the corridor, and the murderous aura began to spread on the corridor.
While Iros was flying carelessly in the clouds, he was thinking, should he do something of his own?
The problem is, he still has something to do now, besides finding a way out for the most important people around him, but how easy is it to escape the final judgment?
Lilith has already completed the entire process of becoming a god. If there is no big accident, she will exist until the end of this plane. It is for this reason that Iros can safely let her be exiled to the turbulence of space.
But looking at the entire plane, how many people can survive in the storm between planes?
Iros counted them again and again, but there were no more than ten.
Iros sighed slightly, feeling sad.
At this moment, he already has too many worries. Not to mention other things, it is absolutely impossible for Fiona and Ekaterina to escape from this plane. That means that when Judgment Day comes,
This is their end.
The confrontation with Paradise Mountain triggered by Iros was actually the same as pushing her into destruction.
He knew that, in a sense, Cardinal Metternich was right.
Iros flew very high, and the wind blew past his face, and it was as sharp as a knife.
He sighed and pushed all thoughts out of his mind. Light flashed slightly around him and he accelerated towards the distance.
At this moment, with a thought in his mind, his speed was as fast as lightning. But as soon as Iros speeded up, there was a flower in front of him, and suddenly another person appeared.
Iros was pitying himself and hurting himself, and rushed forward. This man appeared again without any warning, and when he was discovered, it was too late to dodge.
That person didn't expect that Iros would be unable to control his momentum. As a result, he was caught off guard and the two of them collided violently!
Iros's instant sprint speed was extremely fast. At this speed, even two solid rocks would be smashed into pieces.
He didn't have time to think about it, but at the moment of impact, his mental strength had already increased, and his whole body was instantly stronger than fine steel.
Iros secretly had a plan in his mind, thinking that no matter who was on the other side, he would have to suffer a lot in this collision.
Iros, carrying countless afterimages, silently collided with the man.
Circles of invisible shock waves spread in all directions, hundreds of floating electric balls suddenly appeared in the clear sky, and several wandering black space crack streamers streaked across the sky.
The man stood frozen in the air, motionless.
Iros felt a golden light coming out of his eyes and a constant roar in his ears, as if he had hit a mountain while running at full speed.
No, this result is much worse than crashing into a mountain. If the opposite side is really a mountain, then Iros will crash directly into it, and maybe he can get out from the other end. How can he be ejected without any room for resistance like now?
return.
Iros groaned, rolled nearly a thousand meters, and finally stabilized his body.
He was at a disadvantage because he was unable to react in time and did not exert his true power at all. However, the opponent's reaction time was not much longer than his, but he gathered a power that far exceeded Iros. This resulted in such a disparity in the outcome of this collision.
Iros opened his eyes angrily and looked into the sky. There was already a black light on his left hand.
Iros was really unwilling to give up. Before he finished reading the Book of Demons (Book of Gods), if he fought seriously, there would be few people in the entire plane who could make him flinch. Now he has successfully read the Book of Demons (Book of Gods).
The Book of the Gods) jumped out from the seventh page. Looking at the entire plane, except for those few guys who have grown old and mature, what else does he have to fear?
The moment he raised his head, Iros had already seen the man's appearance clearly.
This time he remained silent, and in a flash he rushed to the man, opened his arms and hugged him.
With a swipe sound, a pair of golden wings spread out from the back of the figure, holding Iros's hands. Then the slender hand stretched out with lightning, and easily grabbed Iros's throat.
Iros felt as if there was an iron hoop on his throat, suffocating him completely. He smiled with difficulty and said:
"Themis, I haven't seen you for such a long time. It seems that your strength has greatly increased after you got the memory of Heavenly Mountain back, but the way you greeted me is so warm!"
Themis' face turned slightly red, she let go of her hand, and said forcefully:
"Ah, this... you can't blame me! The master is too useless. I haven't seen him for such a long time. Why hasn't the master's power grown much?"
Iros smiled and said:
"No matter how strong I am, I can't be stronger than the gods of Heaven Mountain, so why do I need strength? What's more, my full strength cannot be exerted in this plane.
But where have you been hiding during this time? I can't sense your presence at all. I haven't seen you for so long, and you seem to have become a different person.
Let me see what's different... Well, your power has grown again, and now you are simply perfect!
This face is also more lethal, tsk tsk, and even the figure is getting better and better. Have you specially modified your body?
I have to say, this is indeed a very good approach, or I can give you some advice..."
Before Iros finished speaking, Themis's hand covered her back. She scolded in a dumbfounded voice: "Master, have you encountered something good recently? You started talking nonsense again."
Iros chuckled, took Themis's hand, took it off his mouth, and said:
"Is there any good thing to say now? It's just that I have figured out some things, so I feel a lot more relaxed."
Themis nodded and suddenly fell silent.
Iros held her hand with no intention of letting go, but Themis just let him hold her hand, which surprised Iros, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.